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May. 16th, 2006 @ 06:25 pm A Letter From A Plebe w/ commentary
Dear Mom and Dad,

Thank you so much for coming to Sea Trials!1 There was no end to my joy when I learned that you would be there to observe the absolute hardest, most painful day of my life.

It made me especially proud to hear you cheering my name as my company ran past, already soaking wet and exhausted even though we were only two hours into a 14 hour torture session. All my classmates were happy to know that I had my mommy there to support me. I apologize for not waving back at you while the detailers pounded me into the ground with pushups; if I had raised my arm I would have collapsed face-first into the mud. How silly that would have looked!

Watching you eat a tasty picnic lunch while I was being plastered with paintballs and crawling under barbed wire cheered my soul to no end. I was overjoyed when you told me that you would have a cold Coke waiting for me when I finished, 8 hours down the road; it really gave me something to look forward too. I'm sure the soldiers at Antietam2 felt the same way towards the picnickers on the hill as they slaughtered each other; at least the red splotches on my shirt were only paint!

Finally, thank you so much for interfering on my behalf towards the end of the day, when my legs finally collapsed from exhaustion. My detailers were so sorry for driving your precious son to such a state that they graciously allowed me to do 300 push-ups when your backs were turned! It was the best part of my day, and sure did help as I pushed through the remaining two hours of miserable mud and physial exertion.

I just  want to apologize for not seeing you afterwards. I went back to my room and curled up in a ball on the floor, because I did not have the strength to climb into my bed. I hope you can forgive me!

I'm overjoyed that you had so much fun watching me get the shit beat out of me for 14 hours straight today.3 I can only hope that you also get the chance to watch me as I go into combat, since your penchant for witnessing me suffer seems to be so great. Imagine how grand it would have been if those paintballs had been real bullets!

Love,

Joe Plebe  XXOO


1Sea Trials is the final training evolution for Naval Academy freshmen. It begins at 430AM and lasts until 6PM; during that time, the midshipman (plebe) is put through near-constant strenuous physical exertion and run through several scenarios which force them to think under extreme exhaustion and near-combat conditions. The editor would like to note that he himself could not walk for three days after the event.
2 The Battle of Antietam/Bull Run is famous for not only being the bloodiest battle of the Civil War, but also the most observed. A nearby hill served as picnic grounds for nearly 200 people, men and women, who ate a rather grand luncheon while watching the slaughter below.
3Yes, hundreds of parents actually came to observe this event. How sick is that?
raptorhelo
Apr. 30th, 2006 @ 12:52 am A short update
I realize that many of the people who read this journal barely know me. However, I don't see how much harm this can do. Click on these links and follow the instructions: for the first one, pick 5 or 6 words that you think describe my best attributes; for the second, 5-6 that describe my worst. Don't be shy about it!

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raptorhelo
Feb. 17th, 2006 @ 02:03 pm (no subject)
You scored as Discordian. You are a Discordian! That makes you a real oddball, and this is a fact in which you take great pride! Everything is funny, and really, who cares anyway? Synchronicity is the Great Cosmic Comedy, and meaning is where you find it! Have you hugged your paradigm today?

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True Alternative

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White Lighter

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I'm a Discordian!

I'm really not to sure what to make of that. Wouldn't the fact that I'm actually worried about what to make of that mark me as not a Discordian? Hmmmmm...

Hail Eris?
raptorhelo
Jan. 10th, 2006 @ 05:06 pm Just Friends!
Yup. This journal is just for friends.

Thats not entirely true, actually. All it means is that I think it would be nice for you to shoot me an e-mail first and say "hi". As long as you don't work for some top-secret Israeli intelligence agency, chances are I'll let you in.

There's lots of crazy stuff in here. You KNOW you're interested. I know you're interested. So send me that mail!

Navyraptor@gmail.com
meaty
Mar. 28th, 2005 @ 11:17 am (no subject)
Though I'm not a Christian, this poem resonates with me.


I sit among my charts and maps
And hear the lonely call of taps
Like the wind across the moon

I pray to God that I am right
Then I send boys off to fight
And travel home in boxes far too soon


God have mercy on my soul
For all the years that I have stole
From the men that follow what I say


And may the families all forgive
The orders I so calmly give
As I march their sons into harms way


And Judgment Day God only knows
If man will reap the pain he sows
What will be the price he has to pay

But down here in the killing floor
Among the crimson rags of war
Each day I live is judgment day
Every day for me is judgment day
raptorhelo
Jan. 10th, 2005 @ 08:51 pm ...And the Dark Side of the Modern Naval Officer
So there it is. I believe in the idea of Amitates, mortally fierce devotion to one's friends. I believe in aspects of the idea of Clientes, the higher serving the lower.

There is a single question that a naval officer must ask himself, though, a question he should ask himself at least once a week. This question is:

"Knowing that your suboordinates are like your children, and your fellow officers like your friends, could you willingly send any of them to their deaths,knowing that doing so would salvage the mission and the lives of everyone else in your unit?"

It is a question which I ponder frequently, because I have not yet found an answer for myself that I find satisfactory. Id have to say that if friends were involved, and I could do the job myself, I would sacrafice my life instead of theirs. For my suboordinates, though? Would I send them to their deaths, simply to accomplish a mission? I know the answer that the Navy would want to hear, but I can't say with any degree of certainty that it is the answer I could give.

Then again, I'd be very worried about an officer who could truthfully answer it without hesitation and without remorse.
raptorhelo
Jan. 10th, 2005 @ 08:29 pm ...Clientes...
For a Roman, service was a virtue. It was a great honor to serve the people who were lower in social status than you were.

So the idea of "Clientes" was born. It was a social contract, unwritten, between two people of differing social status. Those of higher status gave their services to help those of lower status; in return, those of lower status helped to glorify the higher class.

Example: On an important person's birthday, all of his clientes would gather outside his house before dawn. At dawn they would raise a huge cheer. The VIP would emerge from his house, express surprise and gratitude for the "spontaneous" show of devotion, and would promptly order breakfast to be served for everyone in attendance. Following breakfast, the VIP would pass out gifts to all of his clientes.

Yes, you guessed it: it was seen as better to give gifts on one's birthday than to recieve. The "Patrones" duty was to serve his clientes.


Flash forward to today. One of the major tenets of leadership, in my book, is service to those you lead. For an officer in the military, this means serving my suboordinates. It seems to me that many officers/future officers today see themselves as more important than their men. They give orders, the men obey, this is how the system works. WRONG, I say. An officer's suboordinates should be like his clientes: slightly lower on the totem pole, less experienced, less well-off. It should be the officer's duty, therefore, to work his hardest to elevate them to a level comparable to his own. He should treat them as his own children. In short, officers SERVE, they are not SERVED.


(continued in next post)
raptorhelo
Jan. 10th, 2005 @ 03:34 pm Amitates...
Current Mood: Philosophical
I came across an interesting chapter today when leafing through my Roman history book looking for the chapter I was actually supposed to read for class (and which, incidentally, never got read. Such is life, no?). This chapter outlined the Roman social ideals. For some reason, a section on "Amitates" caught my eye; I began to read.

The Latin word "Amitates" can most closely be translated as "Friends" or "Friendship." For the Romans, however, friendship was not a laughing or casual matter. To be in a state of Amitates with another person meant that you were almost completely devoted to them. One example given was that of a murderer. When the murderer's friend discovered that the authorities were coming to capture the murderer, he went to his house and aided his escape. Rather than be looked upon as an accomplis, however, the man was glorified for his actions in helping his friend escape.

In other words, loyalty to friends transcends all, even the law. A friend, for the Romans, was a person who would be willing to give their entire life saving in order to prevent their friend from going without shelter in hard times, who would willingly give his/her life if necessary to preserve that of their friend.
To accept payment from a friend for services rendered was seen as a huge breach of honor.

I have to say I find that definition extremely attractive. It is one which I’ve lived by for most of my life, long before I ever heard about “Amitates.”



(Continued in next post)
raptorhelo
Nov. 9th, 2004 @ 08:38 pm (no subject)
Current Mood: busybusy
Just a note: if you want to post a comment in my journal but aren't a registered LJ user, PLEASE just include a name or some sort of identifier in your comment so I know who to attribute it to. It's just common courtesy for one, and I also just like to know who cares about me enough to comment. Anonymous well-wishers, come forth and make yourselves known! :P

As for last night's festivities, I still have no clue exactly what was going through my mind while I slept. Obviously I had quite an adventure. I won't dwell on it, though; I feel much better now.
raptorhelo