(Continued from Part II…)
During your military career—?
I was only in it for four years. For those four years, did you stay in Panama? I had seven weeks of Basic Training at Fort Jackson (April/May 1966, Co ‘A’, 2nd Training Battalion and 1st Training Brigade—King of the Hill).
Then, the Army shipped me to Monterey, California, Defense Language Institute West Coast for 6 months, where I was taught Portuguese. Oh wow. Yeah, I had two years of French at Russellville High School in Arkansas and two quarters of German at Georgia Tech, but I wasn’t a linguist! I only took the courses because I was told I had to take the courses. The Army said, “Oh you’re going to be a linguist.” I said (sighs), but it was nice… beautiful. I don’t know if you’ve ever been out to the West Coast or Monterey, in particular. No, I haven’t.
That’s where the people from LA come up to take vacation because it’s so incredibly beautiful. You have the Redwood Forest. Also, you have a tremendous coastline called Seventeen Mile Drive, and that’s where a lot of movies are shot. In fact, they have a regulation that in those seventeen miles, film crews, when they’re out on a boat, should not be able to see any human habitation. They want to disguise it, make it look wild, so that they can film movies. Monterey, California has a lot of movie stars. Clint Eastwood was mayor of nearby Carmel.
This was 1966. This was the beginning of the hippie era, and San Francisco was ground central for the hippie movement. I can mention that one of my first trips to San Francisco was the first time I saw multi-racial couples holding hands in public. Black guys, black girls, white guys, Asians, gays—we called them ‘homos’ at the time. Usually, it was guy-guy. You know, I just said, “I love it, I love it.” Yeah.
I’ll tell one little adventure I had with my buds. In fact, these are the guys from my language school. Three of these guys had advanced degrees. Passehl had a Master’s degree in math. Stigler had a degree; I forgot what his was. And Rooney only had a GED. I think he only had an eighth or ninth grade education, but he was leader of our group. He was smart. That’s incredible.
Our DLIWC class was given a field trip to San Francisco with one of our language instructors, Senor Peiria from Portugal. Prof. Peiria’s car broke down in San Francisco at about midnight. We pushed his car to a safe spot and left a note so that it wouldn’t be towed. We then caught an electric tram and went to a boarding house near Haight/Ashbury and spent the night.
The next morning, I got up early. One of our hosts was making breakfast when the doorbell rang. “That’s probably our mailman,” said our host. “My hands are covered in biscuit dough, would you please answer the door?” I went downstairs, opened the door and took a double take. It was a US Mailman, but he had long, wild blond hair and a scraggly beard, was wearing USPS shirt and cutoff USPS pants, and was carrying his mail in a wheeled gold tote. Welcome to San Francisco, 1966.
Colonel John Boyd is another one of my heroes. He was called Forty Second Boyd. Have you ever seen the movie Top Gun with Tom Cruise? I’ve heard of it so many times. I’ve been meaning to see it. Well, Flight of the Intruder is incredible. I have friends who were Naval aviators, and they really liked Top Gun. I mean, there are lots of quibbles. Give me a break, you can’t have a perfect movie, but the same goes for Flight of the Intruder.
When you’re in a top-gun class like Boyd, you have one plane that is sort of like a target. Another plane comes up behind you, and the clock starts ticking. They say, “Okay, it’s on,” and the person in front is supposed to lose the person in back. The person in back is trying to get radar lock so that they can hit you. This is “funzies” although some people die.
Boyd was called Forty Second Boyd because he could be in an unfavorable 6 o’clock position with the person behind him trying to get radar lock, and he could reverse positions in less than forty seconds, come up behind, and get radar lock—all in less than 40 seconds. Wow. A number of times, they would use different aircrafts—say, an F-14 against an F-16. It did not matter what sort of plane; it was still forty seconds or less that Boyd would get it. That’s incredible! He wasn’t just a great pilot; he was also a tremendous strategist.
When you got out of the military after the 4 years, were you happy that you had signed up for it?
Yes.
Did you get a benefit from it?
Yes, but I felt like I had not done much for the United States. I wanted to be patriotic and all that sort of thing. Other than what happened with the U.S.S. Pueblo, I felt like I really hadn’t done much. I was just in the back doing what we called “Intelligence Grunt Work.” Actually, the minimum-security clearance to work at Ops was ‘Top Secret.’
I got to meet some incredibly smart people. One guy in Panama would read 6 or 7 books a day plus 7 or 8 newspapers. Wow, how did he do that? He just had one of those types of speed-reading [abilities], and he could quote anything you wanted right back at you.
Other guys were tremendous linguists. One of my friends in Thailand—I called him Donald Duck, and I still forget his real name—was another goofy-looking person. Still, he was a phenomenal linguist. He knew Mandarin Chinese, Russian, Thai, Vietnamese, Lao, and a lot of dialects—French, German…
When did you go to Thailand?
That was from June ’69 until I got out in March of 1970.
So did you join [the military] again?
No, I came very close. They were waiving a promotion, pro-pay, tax free, all sorts of stuff.
(Showing me a picture) These people are pinning on E-6 stripes, and this sergeant here was promoted from Buck to Staff Sergeant. He was not a particularly nice guy, but I am going to tell you what a happened a few days after this picture was taken.
He was at a bar in Udorn, Thailand, which was about 10 or 15 miles from our little post, and was celebrating his promotion from E5 to E6. He dropped a 5 Baht piece (Thai currency), which looks about the same size as an American quarter and, at that time, was worth about the same as a US quarter.
Anyway, it was rolling around, and he stomped on it. Well, the whole bar went quiet, and a corporal said, “Sergeant, let’s get out of here; something weird is happening.” The sergeant said, “I want to drink; I want to finish my beer.” The other guy said, “Sergeant, I’m getting out of here” because he saw the owner of the bar tell someone something, and that person went running out of the bar. The corporal said, “I’m out,” so he ran out to the taxi stand. He either took a Baht bus or a taxi.
I was at the headquarters building of Ramasun Station. This corporal came in and said, “Something weird is happening. I’m concerned about Sgt. X.” The safety of him?
Yes. Thailand was very safe most of the time. Thailand is called the “Land of Smiles.” Anyway, he said, “Something weird is going on.”
About that time, the NCOIC (Non-Commissioned Officer In Charge) got a call from the Thai troops in Udorn, and they said, “Get your corporal out of Ramasun ASAP!” “Why?” “There are police, military, and civilians coming because the corporal was party to a high crime of treason against the royal family. You need to get him out RIGHT NOW!” Our NCOIC called the Korat Royal Thai Air Force base about 15 miles from us. “Send a helicopter to Ramasun, so we can get our man off our post ASAP.” Korat said said, “We’ll get him.”
While we waited for Korat’s helicopter to arrive, the Corporal described what had happened in the bar. Another GI who listened to the Corporal’s story gave us another short briefing about Thai customs:
The new E-6 sergeant was arrested because the 5 baht piece has a picture of the King of Siam/Thailand. Putting his foot on the King’s head (on the coin) is an act of treason, a five-year sentence for ignorant ‘round eyes’ (Americans) or a ten-year sentence for Native Thais. Any round eye even only with the person who committed this ‘treason’ would be just as guilty and also sentenced to five years in prison.
Long story short, that was in December of ’69. Sgt. X was in Udorn’s jail, AKA
Udorn’s Monkey House. We Ramasun troopies would make ‘care packages’ with food, clothing, cigarettes, etc. and hand deliver a care package once each day to Sgt. X. I and another Ramasun bud went twice to deliver food to Sgt. X. When we would visit him in the visiting area, he would just dig into the food. Each care package had multiple days’ worth of food, which Sgt. X could use as bargaining chips in the ‘Hell Hole’ jail he was in.
In March 1970 shortly before I left Thailand to ETS from the Army, I saw Sgt. X and delivered another care package to him. Sgt. X said, “I didn’t know, I didn’t know.” Combat vet Sgt. X was crying like a baby the last time I saw him. That’s too bad.
Our State Department briefing that we received when we first arrived in Thailand didn’t tell us that stomping on Thai currency was against the law. I could have been in jail like Sgt. X. There are other countries, most notably Turkey, which have similar laws, and “Ignorance of the Law” is not a valid excuse. You have to know the cultural landmines.
In general, I know you are an activist now. What problems in the world are you most concerned about today, and what do you think can be done to solve them?
Well, education, energy, environment, and voter integrity are some issues I care about. I have been pushing choice in education via taxpayer-funded vouchers for kids to attend private and parochial schools since 1993. If you do not have a well-educated electorate, you can get people like Obama elected. I suspected that Obama would be very bad for America and America’s Society. By George, he justified my low expectations for him.
According to the US military, an average 8th grade graduate from the year 1900 had better math skills, better verbal skills, better spatial skills, better all around thinking skills than the average 12th grade graduate from the year 2000. The US military has been doing massive testing since before the Spanish American War. When I got in the military, you had to take verbal, math, and spatial tests.
We have a lot of junk science, and we have a lot of people that want us to have wars and wars and wars. I don’t want to play that stupid game, but the US keeps on doing it. We keep on turning a lot of our best and brightest people into hamburger meat. I don’t like that.
How would you define a successful and happy life for anyone or for yourself?
When I had my health, I could play tennis and do a lot of swimming or water skiing. I can still swim pretty well. A happy life would be a life of fulfillment and a life where you think that you are making a difference.
For instance, when I started on my quest in 1992 to improve education for kids here in America, there were only three or four thousand kids who were getting taxpayer-funded vouchers to go to private or parochial schools. Now in 2014, there are over six hundred thousand taxpayer-funded ‘voucher kids.’ Maybe a little bit happened because of me.
I’ve been giving these handouts out for over twenty years. The one I have with me was first given out in 2000 when I was running for board of education here. I had bought a house here because they had Vo-tech and college prep together. My son had been to private parochial schools all his life and was going to Landmark in Fairburn, GA, which is only college prep. I love Landmark. My son wanted to do auto mechanics, electrical work, etc., and he was two years ahead of the math programs here in Fayette County Schools.
For my last question, what advice do you have for younger generations like my generation?
Well, don’t focus on the name brands of schools. A lot of people are focused on Yale or Harvard, and that may not be the place they need to be.
As an example, one of my friend’s daughters wanted to go to Georgia State. I said that she needed to go to a junior college for the first two years because it would be a whole lot cheaper and she would get the scut work out of the way. She said, “No, I want to party.” That’s what she did for the first year (partying), and she almost lost it.
I gave the same advice to my brother Brad. I suggested Brad go for the first two years to a junior college, so he did. He went to DeKalb College, which is now called Perimeter College, and he got his two-year degree. All his credits were transferrable, so he then went to the University of Georgia. He got his BS degree in Hydrology, and then he got his Master’s degree in Hydrology. Then, he started work at the Bureau of Mines. For the last ten or fifteen years, he was with the USGS (United States Geological Survey) and retired about three years ago. He has a nice pension, and he did a lot of useful stuff. Also, when he graduated, he had virtually no education debt.