You may think that I am complaining, but I’m  not. I’m laying the ground  work for suggesting that Wal-Mart should have been the one that  bailed out Wall Street, GM, the Housing fiasco,  etc.  Then, let them  run the  government.  Obviously someone there knows what they’re doing.

01. After the Lone Ranger saved the day and rode off into the sunset, the grateful citizens would ask, Who was that masked man? Invariably, someone would answer, I don’t know, but he left this behind. What did he leave behind?________________.
02. When the Beatles first came to the  U.S. In early 1964, we all watched them on The _______________ Show.
03 ‘Get your kicks, __________________.’
04. ‘The story you are about to see is true. The names have been changed to ___________________.’
05. ‘In the jungle, the mighty jungle, ________________.’
06. After the Twist, The Mashed Potato, and the Watusi, we ‘danced’ under a stick that was lowered as low as we could go in a dance called the ‘_____________.’
07. ‘N_E_S_T_L_E_S’, Nestle’s makes the very best . . . . _______________.’
08. Satchmo was  America  ‘s ‘Ambassador of Goodwill..’ Our parents shared this great jazz trumpet player with us. His name was _________________.
09. What takes a licking and keeps on ticking? _______________.
10. Red Skelton’s hobo character was named __________________ and Red always ended his television show by saying, ‘Good Night, and ‘________ ________. ‘
11. Some Americans who protested the Vietnam War did so by burning their______________.
12. The cute little car with the engine in the back and the trunk in the front was called the VW. What other names did it go by? ____________ & _______________.
13. In 1971, singer Don MacLean sang a song about, ‘the day the music died. ‘This was a tribute to ___________________.
14. We can remember the first satellite placed into orbit. The Russians did it. It was called ___________________.
 
15. One of the big fads of the late 50′s and 60′s was a large plastic ring that we twirled around our waist. It was called the __ ______________. 
ANSWERS :
01. The Lone Ranger left behind a silver bullet.
02. The Ed Sullivan Show
03. On Route 66
04. To protect the innocent.
05. The Lion Sleeps Tonight
06. The limbo
07. Chocolate
08. Louis Armstrong
09.. The Timex watch
10. Freddy, The Freeloader and ‘Good Night and God Bless.’&n bsp;
11. Draft cards (Bras were also burned. Not flags, as some have guessed)
12. Beetle or Bug
13 Buddy Holly
14. Sputnik
15. Hoola-hoop

William “Bill” Crawford certainly was an unimpressive figure,
one you could easily overlook during a hectic day at the
U.S. Air Force Academy. Mr. Crawford, as most of us
referred to him back in the late 1970s, was our squadron
janitor.
While we cadets busied ourselves preparing for academic
exams, athletic events, Saturday morning parades and room inspections, or
never-ending leadership classes, Bill quietly moved about the squadron mopping
and buffing floors, emptying trash cans, cleaning toilets, or just tidying up the
mess 100 college-age kids can leave in a dormitory. Sadly, and for many years,
few of us gave him much notice, rendering little more than a passing nod or
throwing a curt, “G’morning!” in his direction as we hurried off to our daily duties.
Why? Perhaps it was because of the way he did his job-he always kept the
squadron area spotlessly clean, even the toilets and showers gleamed. Frankly,
he did his job so well, none of us had to notice or get involved. After all, cleaning
toilets was his job, not ours. Maybe it was is physical appearance that made him
disappear into the background. Bill didn’t move very quickly and, in fact, you
could say he even shuffled a bit, as if he suffered from some sort of injury. His
gray hair and wrinkled face made him appear ancient to a group of young cadets.
And his crooked smile, well, it looked a little funny. Face it, Bill was an old man
working in a young person’s world. What did he have to offer us on a personal
level?
Finally, maybe it was Mr. Crawford’s personality that rendered him almost
invisible to the young people around him. Bill was shy, almost painfully so. He
seldom spoke to a cadet unless they addressed him first, and that didn’t happen
very often. Our janitor always buried himself in his work, moving about with
stooped shoulders, a quiet gait, and an averted gaze. If he noticed the hustle
and bustle of cadet life around him, it was hard to tell. So, for whatever reason,
Bill blended into the woodwork and became just another fixture around the
squadron. The Academy, one of our nation’s premier leadership laboratories,
kept us busy from dawn till dusk. And Mr. Crawford…well, he was just a janitor.
That changed one fall Saturday afternoon in 1976. I was reading a book about
World War II and the tough Allied ground campaign in Italy, when I stumbled
across an incredible story. On September 13, 1943, a Private William Crawford
from Colorado, assigned to the 36th Infantry Division, had been involved in some
bloody fighting on Hill 424 near Altavilla, Italy. The words on the page leapt out at
me: “in the face of intense and overwhelming hostile fire … with no regard for
personal safety … on his own initiative, Private Crawford single-handedly
attacked fortified enemy positions.” It continued, “for conspicuous gallantry and
intrepidity at risk of life above and beyond the call of duty, the President of the
United States …”
“Holy cow,” I said to my roommate, “you’re not going to believe this, but I think
our janitor is a Medal of Honor winner.” We all knew Mr. Crawford was a WWII
Army vet, but that didn’t keep my friend from looking at me as if I was some sort
of alien being. Nonetheless, we couldn’t wait to ask Bill about the story on
Monday. We met Mr. Crawford bright and early Monday and showed him the
page in question from the book, anticipation and doubt in our faces. He starred
at it for a few silent moments and then quietly uttered something like, “Yep, that’s
me.”
Mouths agape, my roommate and I looked at one another,
then at the book, and quickly back at our janitor. Almost at
once we both stuttered, “Why didn’t you ever tell us about it?”
He slowly replied after some thought, “That was one day in
my life and it happened a long time ago.”
I guess we were all at a loss for words after that. We had to
hurry off to class and Bill, well, he had chores to attend to.
However, after that brief exchange, things were never again
the same around our squadron. Word spread like wildfire
among the cadets that we had a hero in our midst-Mr. Crawford, our janitor, had
won the Medal! Cadets who had once passed by Bill with hardly a glance, now
greeted him with a smile and a respectful, “Good morning, Mr. Crawford.”
Those who had before left a mess for the “janitor” to clean up started taking it
upon themselves to put things in order. Most cadets routinely stopped to talk to
Bill throughout the day and we even began inviting him to our formal squadron
functions. He’d show up dressed in a conservative dark suit and quietly talk to
those who approached him, the only sign of his heroics being a simple blue, starspangled
lapel pin.
Almost overnight, Bill went from being a simple fixture in our squadron to one of
our teammates. Mr. Crawford changed too, but you had to look closely to notice
the difference. After that fall day in 1976, he seemed to move with more
purpose, his shoulders didn’t seem to be as stooped, he met our greetings with a
direct gaze and a stronger “good morning” in return, and he flashed his crooked
smile more often. The squadron gleamed as always, but everyone now seemed
to notice it more. Bill even got to know most of us by our first names, something
that didn’t happen often at the Academy. While no one ever formally
acknowledged the change, I think we became Bill’s cadets and his squadron.
As often happens in life, events sweep us away from those in
our past. The last time I saw Bill was on graduation day in
June 1977. As I walked out of the squadron for the last time,
he shook my hand and simply said, “Good luck, young man.”
With that, I embarked on a career that has been truly lucky
and blessed. Mr. Crawford continued to work at the
Academy and eventually retired in his native Colorado where
he resides today, one of four Medal of Honor winners living in
a small town.
A wise person once said, “It’s not life that’s important, but
those you meet along the way that make the difference.” Bill was one who made
a difference for me. While I haven’t seen Mr. Crawford in over twenty years,
he’d probably be surprised to know I think of him often. Bill Crawford, our janitor,
taught me many valuable, unforgettable leadership lessons. Here are ten I’d like
to share with you.
1. Be Cautious of Labels. Labels you place on people may define your
relationship to them and bound their potential. Sadly, and for a long time, we
labeled Bill as just a janitor, but he was so much more. Therefore, be cautious of
a leader who callously says, “Hey, he’s just an Airman.” Likewise, don’t tolerate
the O-1, who says, “I can’t do that, I’m just a lieutenant.”
2. Everyone Deserves Respect. Because we hung the “janitor” label on Mr.
Crawford, we often wrongly treated him with less respect than others around us.
He deserved much more, and not just because he was a Medal of Honor winner.
Bill deserved respect because he was a janitor, walked among us, and was a
part of our team.
3. Courtesy Makes a Difference. Be courteous to all around you, regardless of
rank or position. Military customs, as well as common courtesies, help bond a
team. When our daily words to Mr. Crawford turned from perfunctory “hellos” to
heartfelt greetings, his demeanor and personality outwardly changed. It made a
difference for all of us.
4. Take Time to Know Your People. Life in the military is hectic, but that’s no
excuse for not knowing the people you work for and with. For years a hero
walked among us at the Academy and we never knew it. Who are the heroes
that walk in your midst?
5. Anyone Can Be a Hero. Mr. Crawford certainly didn’t fit anyone’s standard
definition of a hero. Moreover, he was just a private on the day he won his
Medal. Don’t sell your people short, for any one of them may be the hero who
rises to the occasion when duty calls. On the other hand, it’s easy to turn to your
proven performers when the chips are down, but don’t ignore the rest of the
team. Today’s rookie could and should be tomorrow’s superstar.
6. Leaders Should Be Humble. Most modern day heroes and some leaders are
anything but humble, especially if you calibrate your “hero meter” on today’s
athletic fields. End zone celebrations and self-aggrandizement are what we’ve
come to expect from sports greats. Not Mr. Crawford-he was too busy working to
celebrate his past heroics. Leaders would be well-served to do the same.
7. Life Won’t Always Hand You What You Think You Deserve. We in the military
work hard and, dang it, we deserve recognition, right? However, sometimes you
just have to persevere, even when accolades don’t come your way. Perhaps you
weren’t nominated for junior officer or airman of the quarter as you thought you
should – don’t let that stop you.
8. Don’t pursue glory; pursue excellence. Private Bill Crawford didn’t pursue
glory; he did his duty and then swept floors for a living. No job is beneath a
Leader. If Bill Crawford, a Medal of Honor winner, could clean latrines and smile,
is there a job beneath your dignity? Think about it.
9. Pursue Excellence. No matter what task life hands you, do it well. Dr. Martin
Luther King said, “If life makes you a street sweeper, be the best street sweeper
you can be.” Mr. Crawford modeled that philosophy and helped make our
dormitory area a home.
10. Life is a Leadership Laboratory. All too often we look to some school or PME
class to teach us about leadership when, in fact, life is a leadership laboratory.
Those you meet everyday will teach you enduring lessons if you just take time to
stop, look and listen. I spent four years at the Air Force Academy, took dozens
of classes, read hundreds of books, and met thousands of great people. I
gleaned leadership skills from all of them, but one of the people I remember most
is Mr. Bill Crawford and the lessons he unknowingly taught. Don’t miss your
opportunity to learn.
Bill Crawford was a janitor. However, he was also a teacher, friend, role model
and one great American hero. Thanks, Mr. Crawford, for some valuable
leadership lessons.
Dale Pyeatt, Executive Director of the National Guard Association of Texas,
comments: And now, for the “rest of the story”: Pvt William John Crawford was
a platoon scout for 3rd Platoon of Company L 1 42nd Regiment 36th Division
(Texas National Guard) and won the Medal Of Honor for his actions on Hill 424,
just 4 days after the invasion at Salerno.
On Hill 424, Pvt Crawford took out 3 enemy machine guns before darkness fell,
halting the platoon’s advance. Pvt Crawford could not be found and was
assumed dead. The request for his MOH was quickly approved. Major General
Terry Allen presented the posthumous MOH to Bill Crawford’s father, George, on
11 May 1944 in Camp (now Fort) Carson, near Pueblo. Nearly two months after
that, it was learned that Pvt Crawford was alive in a POW camp in Germany.
During his captivity, a German guard clubbed him with his rifle. Bill overpowered
him, took the rifle away, and beat the guard unconscious. A German doctor’s
testimony saved him from severe punishment, perhaps death. To stay ahead of
the advancing Russian army, the prisoners were marched 500 miles in 52 days
in the middle of the German winter, subsisting on one potato a day. An allied
tank column liberated the camp in the spring of 1945, and Pvt Crawford took his
first hot shower in 18 months on VE Day. Pvt Crawford stayed in the army before
retiring as a MSG and becoming a janitor. In 1984, President Ronald Reagan
officially presented the MOH to Bill Crawford.
William Crawford passed away in 2000. He is the only U.S. Army veteran and
sole Medal of Honor winner to be buried in the cemetery of the U.S. Air Force
Academy.
A profile of William Crawford is available at
http://www.homeofheroes.com/profiles/profiles_crawford.html, and his Medal of
Honor citation can be found at www.army.mil/cmh-pg/mohiia1.htm.

On the last night of our trip, we stopped at the Iwo Jima memorial. This memorial is the largest bronze statue in the world and depicts one of the most famous photographs in history — that of the six brave soldiers raising the American Flag at the top of a rocky hill on the island of Iwo Jima , Japan , during WW II. 

Over one hundred students and chaperones piled off the buses and headed  towards the memorial. I noticed a solitary figure at the base of the statue, and as I got closer he asked, ‘Where are you guys from?’

I told him that we were from Wisconsin …’Hey, I’m a cheese head, too! Come gather around, Cheese heads, and I will tell you a story.’

(James Bradley just happened to be in Washington, DC, to speak at the memorial the following day. He was there that night to say good night to his dad, who had passed away. He was just about to leave when he saw the buses pull up.. I videotaped him as he spoke to us, and received his permission to share what he said from my videotape. It is one thing to tour the incredible monuments filled with history in Washington , DC , but it is quite another to get the kind of insight we received that night.)

When all had gathered around, he reverently began to speak. (Here are his words that night.)

‘My name is James Bradley and I’m from Antigo, Wisconsin … My dad is on that statue, and I just wrote a book called ‘Flags of Our Fathers’ which is #5 on the New York Times Best Seller list right now. It is the story of the six boys you see behind me.

‘Six boys raised the flag. The first guy putting the pole in the ground is Harlon Block. Harlon was an all-state football player. He enlisted in the Marine Corps with all the senior members of his football team. They were off to play another type of game. A game called ‘War.’ But it didn’t turn out to be a game. Harlon, at the age of 21, died with his intestines in his hands. I don’t say that to gross you out, I say that because there are people who stand in front of this statue and talk about the glory of war. You guys need to know that most of the boys in Iwo Jima were 17, 18, and 19 years old – and it was so hard that the ones who did make it home never even would talk to their families about it.

(He pointed to the statue) ‘You see this next guy? That’s Rene Gagnon from New Hampshire . If you took Rene’s helmet off at the moment this photo was taken and looked in the webbing of that helmet, you would find a photograph…a photograph of his girlfriend. Rene put that in there for protection because he was scared. He was 18 years old. It was just boys who won the battle of Iwo Jima … Boys. Not old men.

‘The next guy here, the third guy in this tableau, was Sergeant Mike Strank. Mike is my hero. He was the hero of all these guys. They called him the ‘old man’ because he was so old. He was already 24. When Mike would motivate his boys in training camp, he didn’t say, ‘Let’s go kill some Japanese’ or ‘Let’s die for our country.’ He knew he was talking to little boys. Instead he would say, ‘You do what I say, and I’ll get you home to your mothers.’ 

‘The last guy on this side of the statue is Ira Hayes, a Pima Indian from Arizona…Ira Hayes was one who walked off Iwo Jima…He went into the White House with my dad. President Truman told him, ‘You’re a hero’. He told reporters, ‘How can I feel like a hero when 250 of my buddies hit the island with me and only 27 of us walked off alive?’  

So you take your class at school, 250 of you spending a year together having fun, doing everything together. Then all 250 of you hit the beach, but only 27 of your classmates walk off alive. That was Ira Hayes. He had images of horror in his mind. Ira Hayes carried the pain home with him and eventually died dead drunk, face down at the age of 32 (ten years after this picture was taken). 

‘The next guy, going around the statue, is Franklin Sousley from Hilltop, Kentucky . A fun-lovin’ hillbilly boy. His best friend, who is now 70, told me, ‘Yeah, you know, we took two cows up on the porch of the Hilltop General Store. Then we strung wire across the stairs so the cows couldn’t get down. Then we fed them Epsom salts. Those cows crapped all night.’ Yes, he was a fun-lovin’ hillbilly boy. Franklin died on Iwo Jima at the age of 19. When the telegram came to tell his mother that he was dead, it went to the Hilltop General Store. A barefoot boy ran that telegram up to his mother’s farm. The neighbors could hear her scream all night and into the morning. Those neighbors lived a quarter of a mile away.

‘The next guy, as we continue to go around the statue, is my dad, John Bradley, from Antigo, Wisconsin , where I was raised. My dad lived until 1994, but he would never give interviews. When Walter Cronkite’s producers or the New York Times would call, we were trained as little kids to say ‘No, I’m sorry, sir, my dad’s not here. He is in Canada fishing. No, there is no phone there, sir. No, we don’t know when he is coming back.’ My dad never fished or even went to Canada . Usually, he was sitting there right at the table eating his Campbell ‘s soup. But we had to tell the press that he was out fishing. He didn’t want to talk to the press. 

‘You see, like Ira Hayes, my dad didn’t see himself as a hero. Everyone thinks these guys are heroes, ’cause they are in a photo and on a monument. My dad knew better. He was a medic. John Bradley from Wisconsin was a caregiver. In Iwo Jima he probably held over 200 boys as they died. And when boys died in Iwo Jima , they writhed and screamed, without any medication or help with the pain.  

‘When I was a little boy, my third grade teacher told me that my dad was a hero. When I went home and told my dad that, he looked at me and said, ‘I want you always to remember that the heroes of Iwo Jima are the guys who did not come back. Did NOT come back.’

‘So that’s the story about six nice young boys. Three died on Iwo Jima , and three came back as national heroes. Overall, 7,000 boys died on Iwo Jima in the worst battle in the history of the Marine Corps. My voice is giving out, so I will end here. Thank you for your time.’ 

Suddenly, the monument wasn’t just a big old piece of metal with a flag sticking out of the top. It came to life before our eyes with the heartfelt words of a son who did indeed have a father who was a hero. Maybe not a hero for the reasons most people would believe, but a hero nonetheless.

We need to remember that God created this vast and glorious world for us to live in, freely, but also at great sacrifice. 
Let us never forget from the Revolutionary War to the current War on Terrorism and all the wars in-between that sacrifice was made for our freedom.

Remember to pray praises for this great country of ours and also pray for those still in murderous unrest around the world. 
STOP and thank God for being alive and being free at someone else’s sacrifice.

God Bless You and God Bless America …

REMINDER: Everyday that you can wake up free, it’s going to be a great day.

One thing I learned while on tour with my 8th grade students in DC that is not mentioned here is…that if you look at the statue very closely and count the number of ‘hands’ raising the flag, there are 13. When the man who made the statue was asked why there were 13, he simply said the 13th hand was the hand of God.
 
Great story – worth your time – worth every American’s time.

Below are the actual voting records of various Arabic/Islamic States which are recorded in both the US State Department and United Nations records:

Kuwait votes against the United States 67% of the time

Qatar votes against the United States 67% of the time

Morocco votes against the United States 70% of the time

United Arab Emirates votes against the U. S. 70% of the time.

Jordan votes against the   United States  71% of the time.

Tunisia votes against the   United States  71% of the time.

Saudi Arabia votes against the   United States  73% of the time.

Yemen votes against the   United States  74% of the time.

Algeria votes against the   United States  74% of the time.

Oman  votes against the  United States  74% of the time.

Sudan votes against the  United States 75% of the time.

Pakistan votes against the  United States  75% of the time.

Libya votes against the  United States  76% of the time.

Egypt votes against the   United States   79% of the time.

Lebanon votes against the  United States  80% of the time.

India votes against the  United States  81% of the time.

Syria votes against the    United States 84% of the time.

Mauritania votes against the    United States 87% of the time.

U S Foreign Aid to those that hate us:

Egypt, for example, after voting 79% of the time against the United States, still receives $2 billion annually in US Foreign Aid.

Jordan votes 71% against the  United States

And receives $192,814,000 annually in US Foreign Aid.

Pakistan votes 75% against the  United States

Receives $6,721,000 annually in US Foreign Aid.

India votes 81% against the  United States

Receives $143,699,000 annually.

WHY?

WHO IN THE HELL STARTED

THIS AND WHY?

THEY ACTUALLY BIT THE HAND THAT FEEDS THEM.
Perhaps it is time to stop this and give the tax savings back to the American workers who are having to skimp and sacrifice to pay the taxes (and gasoline).

Pass this along to every taxpaying citizen you know.

Disgusting isn’t it?

http://www.snopes.com/inboxer/outrage/unvote.asp  IT’S TRUE !

Each of us is the result of the influence of many people.  However some individuals have played a significant role in our development, They are often called “role models” that we consciously or unconsciously imitate. Perhaps you know who that person is, or perhaps you don’t.

 The world renowned SAMUEL HAIN, Ph.D, has given us a simple way to determine our role model.  It is easy and only takes a minute and it may surprise you…

 WHO IS YOUR ROLE MODEL???*

 Be sure not to peek! You don’t want to skew your answer.

 Try this – it’s really neat …

 Don’t look at the answers:

 1) Pick your favorite number between 1-9

 2) Multiply by 3 then

 3) Add 3, then again Multiply by 3 (I’ll wait while you get the Calculator…)

 4) You’ll get a 2 or 3 digit number……

 5) Add the digits together.

 Now Scroll down ……………

 With that number, see who your ROLE MODEL is from the list below.

  1.  Einstein

  2.  Oprah Winfrey

  3.  Mother Teresa

  4.  Randubius Raji

  5.  Bill Gates

  6.  Johann Von Stueckenberg

  7.  Brad Pitt

  8.  Babe Ruth

  9.  John Lowe

  10. Barack Obama

 *I know…I just have that effect on people…one day you too can be like me……. Believe it! *

 * P.S.. Stop picking different numbers!! I AM YOUR IDOL, JUST DEAL WITH IT!!

 2.  On the other hand, you have different fingers.

 3.  42.7 percent of all statistics are made up on the spot.

 4.  99 percent of lawyers give the rest a bad name.

 5.  Remember, half the people you know are below average.

 6.  He who laughs last, thinks slowest.

 7.  Depression is merely anger without enthusiasm.

 8.  The early bird may get the worm, but the second mouse gets the cheese in the trap.

 9.  Support bacteria. They’re the only culture some people have.

 10.  A clear conscience is usually the sign of a bad memory.

 11.  Change is inevitable, except from vending machines.

 12.  If you think nobody cares, try missing a couple of payments.

 13.  OK, so what’s the speed of dark?

 14.  When everything is coming your way, you’re in the wrong lane.

 15.  Hard work pays off in the future.  Laziness pays off now.

 16.  How much deeper would the ocean be without sponges?

 17.  Eagles may soar, but weasels don’t get sucked into jet engines.

 20.  What happens if you get scared half to death, twice?

 21.  Why do psychics have to ask you your name?

 22.  Inside every older person is a younger person wondering ‘What the heck happened?’

 23.  Just remember — if the world didn’t suck, we would all fall off.

 24.  Light travels faster than sound.  That’s why some people appear bright until you hear them speak.

 25.  Life isn’t like a box of chocolates.  It’s more like a jar of jalapenos.  What you do today, might burn your butt tomorrow.

 Abraham Lincoln was elected to Congress in 1846.

John F. Kennedy was elected to Congress in 1946.

 Abraham Lincoln was elected President in 1860.

John F. Kennedy was elected President in 1960.

 Both were particularly concerned with civil rights.

Both wives lost their children while living in the White House.

 Both Presidents were shot on a Friday.

Both Presidents were shot in the head

 Now it gets really weird.

 Lincoln ‘s secretary was named Kennedy.

Kennedy’s Secretary was named Lincoln .

 Both were assassinated by Southerners.

Both were succeeded by Southerners named Johnson.

 Andrew Johnson, who succeeded Lincoln, was born in 1808.

Lyndon Johnson, who succeeded Kennedy, was born in 1908.

  John Wilkes Booth, who assassinated Lincoln, was born in 1839. 

Lee Harvey Oswald, who assassinated Kennedy, was born in 1939.

 Both assassins were known by their three names.

Both names are composed of fifteen letters.

 Now hang on to your seat.

 Lincoln was shot at the theater named ‘Ford’.

Kennedy was shot in a car called ‘ Lincoln ‘ made by ‘Ford’.

 Lincoln was shot in a theater and his assassin ran and hid in a warehouse.

Kennedy was shot from a warehouse and his assassin ran and hid in a theater.

 Booth and Oswald were assassinated before their trials.

 And here’s the kicker…

 A week before Lincoln was shot, he was in Monroe , Maryland

A week before Kennedy was shot, he was with Marilyn Monroe.

 THE QUESTION BOX # 101

 Each issue of this newsletter will have a Question Box with a puzzle, riddle or trivia question.  First person to give an answer in writing to Mark Paul is the winner each week.  At the end of the year there will be a random drawing among the winners for a nice prize.  Names of winners and answers will be published in the next issue.

 # 101. When this product was first invented, it was suggested that it be called DUPAROOH.  Then someone suggested KLIS.  A third suggestion was that it be called NORUN.  By what name do we know this product today?

 Bonus question, for extra credit (we’ll print your name in caps):  What is the etymology of the three suggested names (i.e., what do the letters stand for?)

 ANSWER: # 101 Nylon.  Extra credit:  1.  DUPAROOH = DuPont Pulls A Rabbit Out Of Hat.  2.  KLIS = Silk, backwards.  3.  NORUN = Nylon runs less often than silk.

# 102 What kind of cheese is made backwards?

ANSWER:  # 102 Edam cheese.  (MADE — EDAM)

# 103 Create an English sentence that is grammatically correct and contains the word “and” five times in succession (with no intervening words) and makes sense.

ANSWER:  # 103 Referring to the following:

“John and          Mary are married.”, the sentence is as follows.  “In the preceding sentence the distances between ‘John’ and ‘and,’ and ‘and’ and ‘Mary’ are unequal.”

# 104 Create an English sentence that is grammatically correct and contains the word “had” eight times in succession (with no intervening words) and makes sense.

 ANSWER:  # 104 Referring to two different answers John and James wrote on an English test in school: (1) (John’s answer) “The boy had had a lot of luck.”, and (2) (James answer) “The boy had, had a lot of luck.”, the sentence is as follows.  “John, where James had had ‘had, had,’ had had ‘had had’.”

 # 105 Create an English sentence that is grammatically correct (other than for the fact that it ends in a preposition) that ends in five consecutive prepositions and makes sense.

 ANSWER:  # 105 The father had brought the wrong book to read to his daughter, and she said:  “Why did you bring that book that I didn’t want to be read to out of up for?”

By JOSEPH L.    GALLOWAY

McClatchy Newspapers

              Over the last 12 months, 1,042 soldiers, Marines, sailors and Air Force personnel have given their lives in the terrible duty that is war.  Thousands more have come home on stretchers, horribly wounded and facing months or years in military hospitals.   

              This week, I’m turning my space over to a good friend and former roommate, Army Lt. Col.  Robert Bateman , who recently completed a yearlong tour of duty in Iraq and is now back at the Pentagon.   

              Here’s Lt. Col  Bateman’s account of a little-known ceremony that fills the halls of the Army corridor of the Pentagon with cheers, applause and many tears every Friday morning.    It first appeared on May 17 on the Web log of media critic and pundit Eric Alterman at the Media Matters for America Web site.   

              “It is 110 yards from the “E” ring to the “A” ring of the Pentagon.    This section of the Pentagon is newly renovated; the floors shine, the hallway is broad, and the lighting is bright.    At this instant the entire length of the corridor is packed with officers, a few sergeants and some civilians, all crammed tightly three and four deep against the walls.    There are thousands here.   

              This hallway, more than any other, is the ‘Army’ hallway.    The G3 offices line one side, G2 the other, G8 is around the corner. All Army.  Moderate conversations flow in a low buzz.   Friends who may not have seen each other for a few weeks, or a few years, spot each other, cross the way and renew.      

              Everyone shifts to ensure an open path remains down the center. The air conditioning system was not designed for this press of bodies in this area.   

              The temperature is rising already.   Nobody cares.  “10:36 hours: The clapping starts at the E-Ring.  That is the outer most of the five rings of the Pentagon and it is closest to the entrance to the building.  This clapping is low, sustained, hearty.  It is applause with a deep emotion behind it as it moves forward in a wave down the length of the hallway.   

              “A steady rolling wave of sound it is, moving at the pace of the soldier in the wheelchair who marks the forward edge with his presence.    He is the first.   He is missing the greater part of one leg, and some of his wounds are still suppurating.    By his age I expect that he is a private, or perhaps a private first class.   

              “Captains, majors, lieutenant colonels and colonels meet his gaze and nod as they applaud, soldier to soldier.    Three years ago when I described one of these events, those lining the hallways were somewhat different.  The applause a little wilder, perhaps in private guilt for not having shared in the burden. yet.   

              “Now almost everyone lining the hallway is, like the man in the wheelchair, also a combat veteran.    This steadies the applause, but I think deepens the sentiment.  We have all been there now.    The soldier’s chair is pushed by, I believe, a full colonel.   

              “Behind him, and stretching the length from Rings E to A, come more of his peers, each private, corporal, or sergeant assisted as need be by a field grade officer.   

              “11:00 hours: Twenty-four minutes of steady applause.   My hands hurt, and I laugh to myself at how stupid that sounds in my own head.    My hands hurt.  Please! Shut up and clap.  For twenty-four minutes, soldier after soldier has come down this hallway – 20, 25, 30.  Fifty-three legs come with them, and perhaps only 52 hands or arms, but down this hall came 30 solid hearts.   

              They pass down this corridor of officers and applause, and then meet for a private lunch, at which they are the guests of honor, hosted by the generals.  Some are wheeled along.   Some insist upon getting out of their chairs, to march as best they can with their chin held up, down this hallway, through this most unique audience.   Some are catching handshakes and smiling like a politician at a Fourth of July parade.  More than a couple of them seem amazed and are smiling shyly.   

              “There are families with them as well: the 18-year-old war-bride pushing her 19-year-old husband’s wheelchair and not quite understanding why her husband is so affected by this, the boy she grew up with, now a man, who had never shed a tear is crying; the older immigrant Latino parents who have, perhaps more than their wounded mid-20s son, an appreciation for the emotion given on their son’s behalf.  No man in that hallway, walking or clapping, is ashamed by the silent tears on more than a few cheeks.  An Airborne Ranger wipes his eyes only to better see.  A couple of the officers in this crowd have themselves been a part of this parade in the past.   

              These are our men, broken in body they may be, but they are our brothers, and we welcome them home.  This parade has gone on, every single Friday, all year long, for more than four years.   

              “Did you know that?

               The media hasn’t yet told the story.    And probably never will.