tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post7463420907731222157..comments2024-03-28T18:36:50.250-07:00Comments on Chant du Départ: Eight Years Ago...OldAFSargehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15935839956936191547noreply@blogger.comBlogger28125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-87573882549974993802018-03-02T08:33:55.921-08:002018-03-02T08:33:55.921-08:00True.True.OldAFSargehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15935839956936191547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-61997384601821751382018-03-02T08:33:45.333-08:002018-03-02T08:33:45.333-08:00Wow, and that was a while back!Wow, and that was a while back!OldAFSargehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15935839956936191547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-31508018654153500132018-03-01T22:04:03.885-08:002018-03-01T22:04:03.885-08:00Remember when supermarkets had tube testers, and y...Remember when supermarkets had tube testers, and you could check and replace suspect tubes when you went to the store?SCOTTtheBADGERhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12859188068159799373noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-13159047755373425832018-03-01T22:02:40.794-08:002018-03-01T22:02:40.794-08:00Dads are irreplaceable.Dads are irreplaceable.SCOTTtheBADGERhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12859188068159799373noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-18579254410692466592018-03-01T15:56:57.245-08:002018-03-01T15:56:57.245-08:00Ain't that the truth?
Hug your loved ones, yo...Ain't that the truth?<br /><br />Hug your loved ones, you never know what's around the next bend in the road.OldAFSargehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15935839956936191547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-74773593862129187682018-03-01T13:20:25.817-08:002018-03-01T13:20:25.817-08:00Oh yeah. Of course, much of the equipment was a lo...Oh yeah. Of course, much of the equipment was a lot simpler back then. No computer chips, no software, just tubes and relays.<br /><br />(Sounds a lot like the radar system on the F-4D!)OldAFSargehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15935839956936191547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-54890817181631140702018-03-01T12:34:26.403-08:002018-03-01T12:34:26.403-08:00I'm reminded of Dear Old Dad, gone these 32 ye...I'm reminded of Dear Old Dad, gone these 32 years, whenever I face the prospect of repairing something around the house. I wish I'd paid better attention to Dad who, while a brilliant Bell Labs engineer and a WWII veteran B-29 radar tech, could fix just about anything. Whenever my mother (who kept an absolutely spotless household) would ask Dad to fix something, she'd always inquire what had been wrong, to which Dad would mischievously respond "Oh...it was just dirty". I wish I could relive those trips with Dad when repairing the tv and going to the electronics store to test the tubes. Rivetjointnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-28474931525417426682018-03-01T11:25:17.853-08:002018-03-01T11:25:17.853-08:00"You never miss your water 'til the well ..."You never miss your water 'til the well runs dry." So many questions left unasked because there's always "manana." But most of us wait too long and manana never comes.. virgil xenophonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14577165785872035948noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-4073039751946373352018-03-01T10:01:33.033-08:002018-03-01T10:01:33.033-08:00Thanks Paul.Thanks Paul.OldAFSargehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15935839956936191547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-15435664743760644162018-03-01T09:53:14.948-08:002018-03-01T09:53:14.948-08:00Darn the dust.
Thanks for the post.
Paul L. Quand...Darn the dust.<br /><br />Thanks for the post.<br />Paul L. QuandtAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-39986362933458513722018-03-01T07:23:48.360-08:002018-03-01T07:23:48.360-08:00A bitter cold, moonlit night.A bitter cold, moonlit night.OldAFSargehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15935839956936191547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-7455245272460550432018-03-01T07:10:41.793-08:002018-03-01T07:10:41.793-08:00When mine died, the snow was silently falling, fal...When mine died, the snow was silently falling, falling...<br />......like now.BarbaCathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14620177194149542393noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-8246833430524906822018-03-01T04:47:19.240-08:002018-03-01T04:47:19.240-08:00Yes, it is good.Yes, it is good.OldAFSargehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15935839956936191547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-39653220504399904252018-02-28T22:54:27.701-08:002018-02-28T22:54:27.701-08:00When mine died, it was a blessed release from canc...When mine died, it was a blessed release from cancer. Still hurts, still miss him-but that is good<br />Ron Snyderhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01217389199007968254noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-31853383800767643442018-02-28T18:17:43.106-08:002018-02-28T18:17:43.106-08:00Yup.Yup.OldAFSargehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15935839956936191547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-54914561566000527502018-02-28T18:15:38.529-08:002018-02-28T18:15:38.529-08:00Mine died in his sleep. I was 900 miles away. He w...Mine died in his sleep. I was 900 miles away. He was only 64. The hurt never leaves, just gets muted.Well Seasoned Foolhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16670165728759453075noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-40570015242326867182018-02-28T17:06:21.090-08:002018-02-28T17:06:21.090-08:00That connection must be very precious.
And yes, d...That connection must be very precious.<br /><br />And yes, don't wait, there may not be a next time.OldAFSargehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15935839956936191547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-67155010215826524852018-02-28T17:04:49.616-08:002018-02-28T17:04:49.616-08:00Amen, RHT447.
Great story too, stirred the dust i...Amen, RHT447.<br /><br />Great story too, stirred the dust it did.OldAFSargehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15935839956936191547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-2335329267078966252018-02-28T17:01:49.281-08:002018-02-28T17:01:49.281-08:00The Missus Herself is ever a comfort.<em>The Missus Herself</em> is ever a comfort.OldAFSargehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15935839956936191547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-57216010305926001032018-02-28T17:01:17.143-08:002018-02-28T17:01:17.143-08:00But we remember and we honor them when we can.But we remember and we honor them when we can.OldAFSargehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15935839956936191547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-54265862824444149152018-02-28T16:15:25.711-08:002018-02-28T16:15:25.711-08:00In the early eighties Dad stood up to go change th...In the early eighties Dad stood up to go change the TV channel and collapsed. We knew his health was failing and he was in the process of a disability retirement. But nothing the docs told us made us expect the suddenness of his passing. <br /><br />I was fortunate that my wife and I had swung by on a whim and visited him the same afternoon, and the long term object lesson was that if you can do it today, don't put it off until tomorrow.<br /><br />I used the flag that was over his coffin in my military retirement shadow box, and I am having some pollen problems now. <br /><br />There is healing, and it takes a very long time. I still feel a powerful connection when I use the tools that I inherited to build something. John in Phillyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16196033252818387245noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-51288459561071985032018-02-28T15:26:15.243-08:002018-02-28T15:26:15.243-08:00My dad passed away in January of '98. I have a...My dad passed away in January of '98. I have a photo of him in his WWII pinks and greens. He looks as young as your dad. Time does help, right up to when something seemingly insignificant brings it all back.<br /><br />My parents divorced when I was 8. I didn't get to know my dad until I lived at his place while going to college. By then he had long since re-married and I had a much younger half-brother. Years later he was diagnosed with stomach cancer, and beat it. Later still, he lost his second wife to cancer. After he had passed away, we found out that his heart and lungs were in much worse shape than he had let on. I believe that after his bout with cancer, he was just done with hospitals, and made up his mind to ride the river come what may. That idea upset some, but I was OK with it. <br /><br />He was a widower who lived alone. On the day he passed away, he had not answered repeated phone calls from my half-brother, so a nearby friend was asked to check in on him. They found him on the floor in the hallway of his house. He had planned to drive up an visit us in late January to deliver late Christmas gifts for his grandkids. I held it together pretty well until I tried to explain to my kids why those gifts were so special.<br /><br />I am grateful for the time I got to spend with him and the time he got to spend with his grandkids. One time he came to visit us on his birthday. We had a local bakery bake up a boob cake. I have video of when we brought it out. The kids were literally rolling on the floor, and he was laughing so hard he tears in his eyes.<br /><br />Here's to our dad's, Sarge. None like 'em, none better.<br /><br />RHT447noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-9120121121897682732018-02-28T13:57:05.406-08:002018-02-28T13:57:05.406-08:00I lost my dad one night in March of 1990. Got the...I lost my dad one night in March of 1990. Got the call no one likes at 2am. Not being there when he died, not being able to see him one last time, seeing him only at his funeral, seems still to be so unreal. Especially since my wife saw him the night he died, he talked to her, and we were 200 miles away from him.<br /><br />I miss him. He finally was talking to me and seeing me as me and I lost him. 26 years later I still stop and cry quietly as I remember him.<br /><br />The feeling never goes away. It just becomes part of you.<br /><br />We're here for you. And don't forget, most importantly, your Missus is there for you. Feel free to use her shoulder, she'll feel better for it too.Andrewnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-90405708119439072702018-02-28T13:48:20.966-08:002018-02-28T13:48:20.966-08:00There are holes in your heart that will never heal...There are holes in your heart that will never heal...places at the table left vacant that can never be filled. Sic transit gloria mundi. RIPLLhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05538854359365988863noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-1265211371035047282018-02-28T13:29:42.574-08:002018-02-28T13:29:42.574-08:00Oh I do Dave. I remember the good times, but on th...Oh I do Dave. I remember the good times, but on this day, I get a little melancholy.<br /><br />Thanks.OldAFSargehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15935839956936191547noreply@blogger.com