Comments for Navy Thriller.com http://navythriller.com Adventure begins here... Thu, 26 Jan 2012 03:05:48 -0700 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.1 Comment on Named After Heroes by Jeff http://navythriller.com/blog/named-after-heroes#comment-539 Jeff Thu, 26 Jan 2012 03:05:48 +0000 http://navythriller.com/?p=2089#comment-539 Thank you so much for writing. I wish I did have more information on the battle, because it was a fascinating story. Unfortunately, I only remember the little bit that I shared in this blog. Thank you so much for writing. I wish I did have more information on the battle, because it was a fascinating story. Unfortunately, I only remember the little bit that I shared in this blog.

]]> Comment on Named After Heroes by Jeff http://navythriller.com/blog/named-after-heroes#comment-538 Jeff Thu, 26 Jan 2012 03:03:25 +0000 http://navythriller.com/?p=2089#comment-538 Those are all worthy ships, but I was looking for heroes who never had ships named after them in real life. But now that you've brought up these great suggestions, I'll look for opportunities to fit them into future stories. Those are all worthy ships, but I was looking for heroes who never had ships named after them in real life. But now that you’ve brought up these great suggestions, I’ll look for opportunities to fit them into future stories.

]]> Comment on Named After Heroes by Dan Kaplan http://navythriller.com/blog/named-after-heroes#comment-528 Dan Kaplan Mon, 09 Jan 2012 01:08:23 +0000 http://navythriller.com/?p=2089#comment-528 And just for the record, forgive me, I misspelled Ervin's name (above). Dan And just for the record, forgive me, I misspelled Ervin’s name (above).

Dan

]]> Comment on Named After Heroes by Dan Kaplan http://navythriller.com/blog/named-after-heroes#comment-527 Dan Kaplan Mon, 09 Jan 2012 01:04:23 +0000 http://navythriller.com/?p=2089#comment-527 Hi Jeff, I'm Albert's grandson, Daniel. I enjoyed reading your account. Albert's younger brother, Irvin, died earlier this year. If you have any further notes on the battle (above - perhaps the battle of of Anzio?), I'd love to get a copy. Much thanks, Dan Hi Jeff, I’m Albert’s grandson, Daniel. I enjoyed reading your account. Albert’s younger brother, Irvin, died earlier this year. If you have any further notes on the battle (above – perhaps the battle of of Anzio?), I’d love to get a copy.

Much thanks,

Dan

]]> Comment on Named After Heroes by Baldysan http://navythriller.com/blog/named-after-heroes#comment-524 Baldysan Sun, 01 Jan 2012 02:44:38 +0000 http://navythriller.com/?p=2089#comment-524 If the intent is really to be a tribute then why not honor the USS Frank E. Evans DD 754 that was run over by the Australian carrier Melbourne R 21 in 1969, or the USS Hammer DD 718 who stood alongside the Oriskany CVA 34 in 1966 during her fire, or the USS Rupertus DD-851 who stood alongside the Forrestal CVA 59 in 1967 during her fire. If the intent is really to be a tribute then why not honor the USS Frank E. Evans DD 754 that was run over by the Australian carrier Melbourne R 21 in 1969, or the USS Hammer DD 718 who stood alongside the Oriskany CVA 34 in 1966 during her fire, or the USS Rupertus DD-851 who stood alongside the Forrestal CVA 59 in 1967 during her fire.

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]]> Comment on Swiss Family Robinson and Weapons of Mass Destruction by Edward A Hughes http://navythriller.com/blog/swiss-family-robinson-and-weapons-of-mass-destruction#comment-508 Edward A Hughes Sun, 18 Dec 2011 07:37:31 +0000 http://navythriller.com/?p=2075#comment-508 Jeff, I do not remember the exact circumstances of your posting my work on your initial website but you have provided a lot of exposure for my work to your followers. My old mind does not function as well as it used to, but I can still make my way to your Navy Thriller site to check up on your latest blog entries, review your site overall again and note that you still support my work. And I thank you for your kind words, Jeff. Ed Hughes Jeff,

I do not remember the exact circumstances of your posting my work on your initial website but you have provided a lot of exposure for my work to your followers. My old mind does not function as well as it used to, but I can still make my way to your Navy Thriller site to check up on your latest blog entries, review your site overall again and note that you still support my work. And I thank you for your kind words, Jeff.

Ed Hughes

]]> Comment on Echoes in the Real World by Jeff http://navythriller.com/blog/echoes-in-the-real-world#comment-506 Jeff Sat, 17 Dec 2011 02:38:59 +0000 http://navythriller.com/?p=2062#comment-506 Great idea! I could start my own Psychic Hotline. :) - Jeff Great idea! I could start my own Psychic Hotline. :)

- Jeff

]]> Comment on Swiss Family Robinson and Weapons of Mass Destruction by Jeff http://navythriller.com/blog/swiss-family-robinson-and-weapons-of-mass-destruction#comment-505 Jeff Sat, 17 Dec 2011 02:37:35 +0000 http://navythriller.com/?p=2075#comment-505 Always great to hear from you, Ed. If you're not the writer guy, I don't know who is. You may not remember this, but I tracked you down about 10 years ago, to request permission to post some of your poems on my website. Your work captured the essence of Navy life better than anything I've ever read. You're definitely the writer guy. Thanks for the heads-up on Frank. I'll keep an eye out. ;) - Jeff Always great to hear from you, Ed. If you’re not the writer guy, I don’t know who is. You may not remember this, but I tracked you down about 10 years ago, to request permission to post some of your poems on my website. Your work captured the essence of Navy life better than anything I’ve ever read. You’re definitely the writer guy.

Thanks for the heads-up on Frank. I’ll keep an eye out. ;)

- Jeff

]]> Comment on Swiss Family Robinson and Weapons of Mass Destruction by Edward A Hughes http://navythriller.com/blog/swiss-family-robinson-and-weapons-of-mass-destruction#comment-504 Edward A Hughes Fri, 16 Dec 2011 07:02:40 +0000 http://navythriller.com/?p=2075#comment-504 Jeff, I am not the writer guy, even though I have been known to turn a phrase or two in my time. I am pretty much of a people sitter for old Sailors, as a number of Sailors have contacted me over the years, mostly because Sailors like you have posted my work on your web pages. A number of these Sailors still think I have the answers to their many questions and I try not to disappoint them, my wife, Molly, says that this exercise of my mind helps me, but it makes me a little sassy at times, like an old setting hen. My eyes have not been real kind to me so I have to increase the type size on my monitor to read comfortably, but I am managing to struggle by. I have difficulty with reading books and have to us a magnifier and bright light to read. I have always loved reading and Molly got me an E-Reader so I still am able to do some reading, as the type size may be adjusted easily. I also was at one time the truck guy that you spoke of. I too got rid of that truck for about the same reason that you did. I purchased a medium size SUV, and it is too small to haul big stuff for people. I get few requests for hauling household goods and refuse to haul cord wood, and pallets of grass for folks these days. I did not get out of the woods with the things that I have chosen to do over the years, and one of those things was woodworking. I was amazed to find that one could do so much with electricity; we did not have that miracle of science back on the farm. The Navy had electricity though and they threw me right in the middle of that marvel, and made a Fire Control Technician out of me. I learned enough about electrical and electronic equipment to become fairly competent with such miracles of this world. And due to that I have been tasked to tutor my Grandchildren, of which there are about 17 depending on how they are counted. Jeff, Your story and mine as a young child parallel each other in some ways. I am sorry you lost your dad and that is basically what determined the events that took place for you after that. I and my older brother, Frank, lost our dad as well but it was due to divorce and pretty much the same events transpired in our young lives that you found in yours. Frank was mean as hell to me because he was older and that made him the boss, or so he thought. Our mother, after that divorce, when I was just starting school decided she would go off to California with a man who did not relish the thought of taking responsibility for two kids and they farmed us out to a family that would supposedly take care of us, for a fee of course. These folks had no license or authority to take other peoples children so the Welfare Dept. of Jefferson County, Colorado took us in tow and we were shifted from one type of home to another for the next 6 years. The Welfare Dept. tried to keep my brother and I together but there was quite a lot of conflict between us brothers. I had developed a fairly good throwing arm in my youth as a means of self defense. And when we were walking to school Frank would become disenchanted with me, for reasons that I never understood, and he would usually beat me until I went to the ground and then he would run away for a distance then turn and taunt me. He was not too smart because I could throw a rock a good ways with speed and accuracy. He knew that, but refused to see the real danger to himself, I had hurt him a number of times and he was certainly aware of what I could do. I had to chuckle when you wrote of, Paul, and your retaliation toward him when he turned his back, and it certainly reminded me of what took Place with Frank and myself in our skirmishes. I made him shed some blood from that hard head of his. There came a time when my brother and I were going to Church and Sunday School and walking along the same gravel road that we followed going to school. The school was a two room school house and was named Denver View, for that apparent reason. Even though this area was a number of miles from Denver we could see the big city very clearly from there. That is not possible today nor has not been for some time because of the smog from the city due to the increase in cars and light manufacturing that sprung up in Denver shortly after WWII. Denver View was right at the base of the foothills of the Rockies and the elevation gave a good sight of anything toward the city in those days. Back to what I was trying to say, Frank and I were headed to Church and he decided he would beat up on me a little for some reason, I have no idea why he did this, he knocked me down and then took off running. I, as soon as being able, picked up a nice sized throwing rock from the gravel road and let it fly toward him as he was running away from me. He thought evidently that he had gone beyond my rock throwing range because he turned around to laugh at me. Just as he turned back toward me that rock hit him right in the head, he went down instantaneously like he had been shot with a bullet. I felt good for just a second, I had gotten the best of that skirmish. Then I realized that I may have hurt him seriously because he was not moving, it had knocked him unconscious. I could not see the blood gushing from his head because the distance to him was probably 50 yards. I started toward him and a car was approaching him as he lay in the middle of the road, they stopped naturally and when they saw he was bleeding badly the decided to take him someplace to get treatment for this wound. I got to where the car had stopped and the people driving the car knew who we were, because it was just a small community, and when they determined what had happened they just went on to take Frank to be treated and left me standing there. They wanted nothing to do with this kid except to leave him behind. I was concerned, of course, and I decided not to go on to church but to go back to the foster home where we were living, rather than going on to church. I was questioned as to what had taken place and why I was back and did not go to church. I tried to explain what had happened and it was not long before the police came and told the folks that we lived with what they thought had happened. My brother never came back to that foster home but the Jefferson County welfare people in all their wisdom put my brother in another home where he would be going to the same school, Denver View, and I saw him there, he said he was not mad at me. We were separated from that time on until our mother took us out of the Colorado welfare system a few years later. My brother after we were sent back to our Mothers care still remembered how I could throw a rock and even though he still thought he was my Lord and Master was never able to beat up on me and then stand over me, because evidently he had gained some respect for this little rock throwing kid. You should be careful as you tread the streets of San Diego because my brother, Frank, moved from Colorado to San Diego some years ago and he is still known to be mean, and he is a Democrat as well. Good luck in your writing future, Ed Hughes Jeff,
I am not the writer guy, even though I have been known to turn a phrase or two in my time. I am pretty much of a people sitter for old Sailors, as a number of Sailors have contacted me over the years, mostly because Sailors like you have posted my work on your web pages. A number of these Sailors still think I have the answers to their many questions and I try not to disappoint them, my wife, Molly, says that this exercise of my mind helps me, but it makes me a little sassy at times, like an old setting hen.
My eyes have not been real kind to me so I have to increase the type size on my monitor to read comfortably, but I am managing to struggle by. I have difficulty with reading books and have to us a magnifier and bright light to read. I have always loved reading and Molly got me an E-Reader so I still am able to do some reading, as the type size may be adjusted easily.
I also was at one time the truck guy that you spoke of. I too got rid of that truck for about the same reason that you did. I purchased a medium size SUV, and it is too small to haul big stuff for people. I get few requests for hauling household goods and refuse to haul cord wood, and pallets of grass for folks these days.
I did not get out of the woods with the things that I have chosen to do over the years, and one of those things was woodworking. I was amazed to find that one could do so much with electricity; we did not have that miracle of science back on the farm. The Navy had electricity though and they threw me right in the middle of that marvel, and made a Fire Control Technician out of me. I learned enough about electrical and electronic equipment to become fairly competent with such miracles of this world. And due to that I have been tasked to tutor my Grandchildren, of which there are about 17 depending on how they are counted.

Jeff,
Your story and mine as a young child parallel each other in some ways. I am sorry you lost your dad and that is basically what determined the events that took place for you after that. I and my older brother, Frank, lost our dad as well but it was due to divorce and pretty much the same events transpired in our young lives that you found in yours. Frank was mean as hell to me because he was older and that made him the boss, or so he thought. Our mother, after that divorce, when I was just starting school decided she would go off to California with a man who did not relish the thought of taking responsibility for two kids and they farmed us out to a family that would supposedly take care of us, for a fee of course.
These folks had no license or authority to take other peoples children so the Welfare Dept. of Jefferson County, Colorado took us in tow and we were shifted from one type of home to another for the next 6 years. The Welfare Dept. tried to keep my brother and I together but there was quite a lot of conflict between us brothers. I had developed a fairly good throwing arm in my youth as a means of self defense. And when we were walking to school Frank would become disenchanted with me, for reasons that I never understood, and he would usually beat me until I went to the ground and then he would run away for a distance then turn and taunt me. He was not too smart because I could throw a rock a good ways with speed and accuracy. He knew that, but refused to see the real danger to himself, I had hurt him a number of times and he was certainly aware of what I could do. I had to chuckle when you wrote of, Paul, and your retaliation toward him when he turned his back, and it certainly reminded me of what took Place with Frank and myself in our skirmishes. I made him shed some blood from that hard head of his.
There came a time when my brother and I were going to Church and Sunday School and walking along the same gravel road that we followed going to school. The school was a two room school house and was named Denver View, for that apparent reason. Even though this area was a number of miles from Denver we could see the big city very clearly from there. That is not possible today nor has not been for some time because of the smog from the city due to the increase in cars and light manufacturing that sprung up in Denver shortly after WWII. Denver View was right at the base of the foothills of the Rockies and the elevation gave a good sight of anything toward the city in those days. Back to what I was trying to say, Frank and I were headed to Church and he decided he would beat up on me a little for some reason, I have no idea why he did this, he knocked me down and then took off running. I, as soon as being able, picked up a nice sized throwing rock from the gravel road and let it fly toward him as he was running away from me. He thought evidently that he had gone beyond my rock throwing range because he turned around to laugh at me. Just as he turned back toward me that rock hit him right in the head, he went down instantaneously like he had been shot with a bullet. I felt good for just a second, I had gotten the best of that skirmish. Then I realized that I may have hurt him seriously because he was not moving, it had knocked him unconscious. I could not see the blood gushing from his head because the distance to him was probably 50 yards. I started toward him and a car was approaching him as he lay in the middle of the road, they stopped naturally and when they saw he was bleeding badly the decided to take him someplace to get treatment for this wound. I got to where the car had stopped and the people driving the car knew who we were, because it was just a small community, and when they determined what had happened they just went on to take Frank to be treated and left me standing there. They wanted nothing to do with this kid except to leave him behind.
I was concerned, of course, and I decided not to go on to church but to go back to the foster home where we were living, rather than going on to church. I was questioned as to what had taken place and why I was back and did not go to church. I tried to explain what had happened and it was not long before the police came and told the folks that we lived with what they thought had happened. My brother never came back to that foster home but the Jefferson County welfare people in all their wisdom put my brother in another home where he would be going to the same school, Denver View, and I saw him there, he said he was not mad at me. We were separated from that time on until our mother took us out of the Colorado welfare system a few years later. My brother after we were sent back to our Mothers care still remembered how I could throw a rock and even though he still thought he was my Lord and Master was never able to beat up on me and then stand over me, because evidently he had gained some respect for this little rock throwing kid.
You should be careful as you tread the streets of San Diego because my brother, Frank, moved from Colorado to San Diego some years ago and he is still known to be mean, and he is a Democrat as well.

Good luck in your writing future,
Ed Hughes

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