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May 17, 2004

ORGANIZATION CONSISTS OF FORMER,
PRESENT AND FUTURE MEMBERS OF:
7TH PURSUIT SQUADRON; 49TH
FIGHTER GP PRESIDENT: Kathleen Bush;
2223 Colfax; Flint, MI; VICE PRESIDENT:
Eldon Breazier; 1130 North Pine; Kingman, KS
67068-1439 SECY/ TREAS: John Plosila
183 SWAN LAKE DR; MELROSE, FL 32666-
3065 (352) 475-5680. e-mail
jplosila@juno.com; Web Site:
www.7fs.cityslide.com;
We have a link to the 9th Web Site.



49TH NEWS
The information for the 2004 reunion has not
changed as of this date, mark your calendars and
start saving your pennies, let's make it a great one,
one to be proud of. We aren't getting younger.!!!!.
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Some lost the e-mail changes so I will include
them again, they were 7th , Oliver Atchison,
oliverap@hiway.net and B. Aschenbrener
baschenbrener@yahoo.com
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They are still looking for someone to host the
2005 reunion. Any takers?



CARDS LETTERS AND CALLS
I called Kathleen Bush to tell her that the Protect
and Avenge history book arrived, but there was no
answer. Thanks a bunch Kathleen, I hope you
received our card. (Sorry about the error.)
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Again, there were a lot of messages from Al
Meschino. He tells us that his wife is on the sick
list. He tells me that he had contacted Bob De
haven,. Thanks a bunch Al.
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In the last issue I told you to put Ruth Holleman in
your prayers. Ben called me and told me that she
had died. Sorry about. He is now looking for a
room mate, he says he is lonely. I can relate to that.
He didn't give me many details so I don't have
any.
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I have joined the American Singles on the Internet.
I am hoping to find a wife, it has been so long that
I don't know if I can handle it. I am in good shape,
for how long? When I see my doctor he tells me he
is jealous. He is 30-years my junior.
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Bob Hoffstater explained that he had been on the
sick list, hope that you are perkin on all cylinders
as of now.. We thank you for your message. When
we don't hear from an old soldier, we do get
worried. Bob and I have shared some reunions so I
keep tabs on him.
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There was another messages from Super Dave, he
requested the newsletter, which he has posted on
the site. I had to post the May/June issue in two or
more separate times because the cover sheet is
scanned and has a lot of bytes in it. As I said in the
last issue,. Dave is the Web Master for our web
site. He has done a beautiful job, and we do
appreciate his efforts. I have given our address to
some new people, I hope they go to our site. I think
it is a beautiful site. How many hits have we had
so far?
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Again, there were many messages from Australia.
The want the story about Posten and his Piss Poor
Pilots. For some reason I haven't been able to find
it. I had my computer do a search, so far the
computer hasn't found it. There is one floppy that
is corrupted so it can't be read, it must be on that
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CONTRIBUTIONS



There were no contributions this month



REFLECTIONS OF THE PAST



When the 7th arrived in Australia we were billeted
at Camp Darley. Many stories have been published
about our stay there. . .....



I don't remember where we started the march from,
nor the reason why, I can only say that after our
stay aboard ship it was a painful march to Camp
Darley. We had gone about ten miles, and the
blisters on my heels were much larger than silver
dollars. I finally reached a point where I could
march no longer. Needless to say, when I sat down,
many others joined the sit-down. This was bad.



Now this is where Lt. Morrisey came into the
picture. Unknown to many were the skills and
understanding of the Lt. and how he would solve
this predicament. He knew that if he got me angry
enough, I would go on sheer nervous energy. And I
did, it was just a little more than a mile when
Camp Darley came into sight. We had made it,
blisters and all.



There were cold showers at the camp, and the
sleeping pads were filled with straw. At that point
in time it didn't matter, I was dog tired, and my feet
hurt so bad it didn't really matter. I just lay down
and fell asleep, pain and all.



The next day I couldn't get my boots on and the
doctor had another patient. He worked a miracle
and in no time at all the feet were back in shape.
When I asked Lt. Morrisey why he did it, he
laughed and said that he knew if he got me angry
enough I would march, blisters or not. And it
worked. I had now learned how adept Bob was at
getting things done.
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This item is from the Fighter Cover, March 28,
1943. It was under the heading of:



MISCALCULATION.



Fighter Cover made an error of several thousand
miles in its calculation last week when we printed
a story about a dame who wrote from Sydney to
S/Sgt "Mare" Howerton of the 7th Sqd. The lass
was a Chicago moll.
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This item is from the Pioneer Weekly dated April
28, 1945. Part of the article was unreadable so an
apology for any errors. It is titled:



ANGELS OF THE 49TH



We pick up from a point where there is a
discussion of pilots who had joined the 49th.



And when you find them sitting around their pilots
club at night, the exuberant and the quiet and the
short and the tall, you wonder how it is that these
men, once airborne, are so very much the same.
There is a reason and you seek it, but who will be
the eyeglass to look through to determine what
makes a fighter pilot tick? For there's Capt.
Frederick Dick and Lt. Sammy Pierce; if you are
searching for a pair of laughing end men here are
the two. Sammy has seven planes and he carries
his flying enthusiasm down with him to the
ground. He talks flying morning, noon and night.
He talks it with his hands and eyes as well as with
his lips. If you watching from 100 feet away you'd
think Sammy was doing a pantomime of six apes
at the circus. But Sammy has seven enemy planes.



Fred Dick, he's an ace too-- he's got five. But on
the ground his only cares seem to be the first three
pet parrots to do an Immelmann in a bamboo cage.



PEACE AT LAST



Digging through some old stuff I found this article
and thought it would go along with the history
article about Douglas Hall.



It was August 26, 1945. This prospect of a full
surrender of Japan was almost in sight. But now it
was a cease fire with some nervousness-----
everything was still war but for the pulling of a
trigger. Still the gun was cocked, ready to fire with
renewed fury.



Eight planes of the 7th Squadron were out of the
Motobu Airstrip. But on the records this was not a
"fighter sweep", it had become known as "armed
surveillance" mission -- and the flight was working
over southern Japan.



Suddenly, without plan or ceremony, an American
had stepped peacefully on the home soil of the
Japanese Empire -- the first time since Pearl
Harbor. It was something like a plunge into
seemingly cold water -- The shock was quickly
over and welcome was warm and pleasant. When
the first flight had returned to base, we knew the
war was at an end. We talked to the first man who
had been in Japan.



Two of the P-38 Lightnings landed on the
Nittagahara Airstrip on Kyushu after one of the
planes had run out of gas because of engine
trouble. To Lt. Col. Clay Tice Jr. of Phoenix, AZ
fell the surprise honor of being the first victorious
American to land in Japan. At the time Tice, who
was the commanding officer of the 49th, was
flying with elements of the 7th Fighter Squadron.
The P-38, piloted by Flight Officer Douglas Hall
of Anamosa, Iowa, had run dangerously low on
gasoline. Col. Tice decided the best move for Hall
was to risk an emergency landing on the Japanese
Island, and the Colonel led the way in. He was
quickly greeted in a friendly manner upon taxiing
to the end of the military airfield. The Colonel
radioed an OK to Hall who landed a few moments
later.



DIARY (continued)



JANUARY 13th An uneventful day- just a normal
amount of work and a little practice at golf this
evening.
JANUARY 14th
Pretty noisy around here today-the roar of artillery
was heard throughout the day. I understand that
the Aussie artillery has moved up into the
Finisterre range just across the valley in an attempt
to retake the Bogajim road. Have not been so busy
today-felt rather sluggish. Watched the boys play
volleyball this evening, then walked over to
Special Service and moped around there for about
an hour. Have been lying here on my cot for the
last hour thinking of Edna, "Snook-a-book" and
home. Just a slight case of melancholy I suppose.
JANUARY 15th
I shall make up this evening for the abrupt report
of last night. To begin with, I awakened from a
good night's rest this morning, walked down to the
Mess Hall quite unconcernedly and had my
breakfast, then strolled leisurely out the door and
washed my mess kit. As I walked around the end
of the building a "Zeke" flew out over the trees
above my head with his guns roaring. Two Oscars
zoomed down the valley not more than eighty feet
above the ground, circled directly over our tents. It
was such a complete surprise that I was petrified
for a moment as was everyone else! The ceiling
was extremely low, clouds had not as yet risen out
of the valley-no "Red Alert" sounded and just the
sight of the planes with roaring guns to greet us!
Fortunately, they hit no one in our camp area, but
they got a Captain and Major in the 312th Camp
just below ours. A call came in from the line a few
moments later reporting that they had strafed our
line, riddling some of the ships but none of the
fellows were hurt. I later learned that Hanson was
caught beneath the "belly tank" on his ship-what a
place to be at a time like that! Naturally everyone
has been jittery today and no more work than
necessary has been done. The complete story on
the enemy raids reached us late this afternoon.
The little devils went down the coast and hit
Nadzab, destroying 8 Transports and 2 P-39's on
the ground. After they left here they met 4 of our
P-40's piloted by men from the 312th, shot down
two of them and the other two came in and crash
landed. These new fellows simply don't know a
thing about combat flying. As a result of this
catastrophe, that whole group has been grounded
indefinitely. It's a good thing though or we would
soon no longer have any aircraft to operate. We
had a meeting in the Mess Hall this evening and
discussed a few problems then had to listen to the
Articles of War once more. I'm tired so shall close
JANUARY 16th
Pretty busy today catching up on the work I failed
to do yesterday. It was a grand day though and I
had no complaints to voice. Our planes were on
patrol today but the 35th went out and got
themselves a bunch of Nips-18 and they were
mostly bombers! How I wish we could have been
in on this kill-would have increased our score
some more. Our communications section picked
up a radio message sent by one of the 35 pilots.
Pilot said:" Jap just parachuted from his ship"
Another Pilot said: "Are you sure it was a Jap?"
Answer YES. He then replied. "Then why don't
you get a little target practice?" He did! Nothing
much doing this evening-just sitting about chewing
the fat with the fellows. I have written two letters
though, so cannot say that I have wasted a whole
evening.



JANUARY 17th
I have been dead tired all evening and should have
retired early as we had no sleep last night. The
Nips attacked three times without causing much
damage, so they made a final pass-by. This time I
was so sleepy that I did not leave my cot when the
Alert sounded. Suddenly I heard his plane going
into a dive and a few seconds later heard the bomb
hit, but I was diving for my slit trench. It sounded
exactly as though he was a few hundred yards
above our own camp and four men were wounded.
I did not experience any fright, probably because it
all happened so quickly that I was too startled to be
scared. When I awakened this morning, I
discovered that I was all cut up after my dive into
the slit trench so I went to the Medics and they
laughingly inquired if I was wounded. There were
many other men in the same condition though, so I
did not feel self-conscious. Nine new P-40's were
delivered to the Squadron today-of course we had
to lose one of them immediately. Lt. Pollock took
one up and did some stunting-flying upside down
over the 8th Squadron Strip. He winged over too
close to the ground and tore off one wing tip and
had to crash land. I'm surprised that they don't
break these Pilots for causing unnecessary damage
to critical material such as aircraft. He has been
grounded for two weeks but I personally do not
consider that severe punishment! A movie again
this evening. Hanson and I went together as he
knew the story from which the picture had been
taken. The title was "Virginia City". Richard Dix
was cast as the hero and it proved to be a very
good Western picture, the best I have seen in many
months.
JANUARY 18th
Just the usual day of work as far as my own
activities were concerned. However, our ships
went to Wewak on a fighter sweep and saw but
one Nip----a Pilot from the 9th Squadron got him
before any of our ships got within range. I have
been practicing my golf again this evening despite
the fact that it has shown a tendency to rain. I hope
it does, as we need the rainwater for washing our
clothes. A beautiful morning and things are really
humming up the valley again today. Grassey and I
were hard at work this morning when it sounded as
though the whole 5th Air Force was coming up the
valley. It turned out to be 105 B-24's and 59
Fighters-P-38's 40's and 47's on their way to bomb
Wewak. The way they are pounding that base it
looks as though we may be moving up there soon.
Had a pleasant surprise this evening-another
movie! Ray Milland and Paulette Goddard in
"Crystal Ball". It was a good picture-quite
humorous and gave us plenty of laughs. Just
finished a letter to Edna-hope I hear from her
tomorrow as I have not had a letter for several
days. Must retire now and catch up on some of the
sleep I have lost.
JANUARY 22nd
Another beautiful day spent in this beautiful
valley-had another gorgeous rainbow to brighten
our lives this evening. I would give a great deal to
have some color film to record the marvelous
colors here late in the afternoon-it would be
priceless in future years. Part of the 35th Group
moved up here today-this section of the valley is
actually getting crowded-almost like a city. We
had three Red Alert's this evening just before the
show but no enemy aircraft could be seen, so I
presume they were over in the vicinity of Saidor
and the Bogajim road. Our picture this evening
was "Murder On The Waterfront" and they should
have shot the producer for presuming on the good
nature of the public. We were ready to leave after
it was over, when they suddenly announced that
there was to be another feature so we waited. It
turned out to be a Western-"Bar 20" and I only
stayed through half of it, deciding that I could
spend my time more profitably writing letters. We
had quite a mishap on the line today. Two of our
ships ran together on landing-No.9 and No.13.
Both of them were badly torn up but the Pilots
escaped without injury-very lucky, I must say!
Some of these fellows seem to have charmed lives!
JANUARY 23rd
A truly eventful day! Our planes went on a
mission to Wewak today and the boys really hit the
jackpot! They knocked down six enemy aircraft,
but unfortunately we lost two ourselves. Lt.
DeHaven tried to save him but the Nips got him
first! Lt. Hawk crashed into an embankment as he
came in to land. He was really lucky though, as he
jumped out of the ship unhurt. Lt. Suggs came
back with ship and motor full of holes. A Jap high
explosive shell blew up directly behind his head! I
jumped in a jeep with several of the fellows and
drove out to the line to observe the damage to the
ships that returned. It looks as though the Nips
gave them a real battle. No show tonight so all of
us have been talking over the days events and
writing letters. The generator is about to shut off
for the night so I must close.
JANUARY 24th
Another gorgeous day and we hoped another day
of excitement, as our planes escorted a large B-24
raid on Wewak again today, but they met no
opposition. Apparently the Japs are withdrawing
their planes during the day so that they will be
protected from our bombing raids. Grassey and I
had another Chemical Warfare lecture today and
taught the boys a little more about protection
against gas warfare-if it ever comes. As this
evening was delightful, I played a little practice
golf, then attended church services. Since that
time I have been reading a stale issue of Collier's
and writing Edna and Gene Smith. He is still in
the States and from all appearances will stay there
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CRIPES A'MIGHTY 3RD



The North American P-51D, that was flown by
Major George Preddy made him the top Mustang
Ace with 26.83 ariel victories.



The P-51D is the first series that had the bubble
type canopy and was built at Ingelwood.



Aircraft for the first production contract, placed by
the USAAF, was on April 13, 1943. It was for
2,500 aircraft. Ten days later this was followed
with a further order for a 100 aircraft to be shipped
unassembled directly to Australia (these were the
units that we assembled, yup I did in Brisbane).



In addition to canopy and rear fuselage alterations,
the P-51D had an additional 0:50-in machine gun
in each wing. It carried a total of 1,800 rounds of
ammunition and had strengthened wing hard points
with racks capable of carrying 1,000 pounds of
bombs each. There was not enough space to add
the photo of the plane. It was a beauty, I know.
The following article shows the fold mark, sorry.





CHAPLAINS COLUMN



WHAT GIVES A BATTLE WORTH?



Thanksgiving dinner of 2003 in Baghdad was as
dull as it was for the Pacific troops in 1942. But for
some GI's it became a memorable holiday because
the President of the United States joined them. He
actually helped serve Thanksgiving Dinner. The
President's visit was a surprise, a total secret from
the press. Many GI's had felt the strain of their
extended tour of duty, but this sudden appearance
of their President was a real morale boost. There's
something awfully re-energizing about a personal
visit from the Commander-in-Chief, I know.



You may not be in any military battles, but your
own battles can take their toll on you. Feel shot at?
Run down? Have no break in the action? Do you
have serious combat fatigue? Does it feel like
you're losing the battle? You need personal time
with your Commander- in-chief. No, not the
President. No human leader can hold a candle to
your Commander, the King of all, King Jesus.



In Luke 24:13, two of Jesus' followers are
battle-scarred and going down. Their Savior has
been crucified, and worse yet, His body is missing
from the tomb. They're on the road to Emmaus,
discussing these things with each other. Jesus
comes alongside and walks along with them. They
were kept from recognizing Him. He asked them
what they were talking about. The Bible says,
"They stood still, their faces downcast."



In time they asked this stranger to have dinner with
them. When He was at the table with them, He
took bread, gave thanks, broke it and began to give
it to them. Suddenly their eyes were opened and
they recognized Him. But He disappeared from
their sight. They started exhausted; they ended
excited. Their empty now became full. What made
this difference? The personal presence of their
Commander-in-Chief, the One who makes all the
battles worth it. Experiencing the reality of His
presence gave their battle worth.



What we need right now, and what we've been
missing is His personal appearance. Just tossing
around? It's been too long since you had a walk
with Jesus, it's time to pour out your heart to Him.
He'll pour some of His heart into you. If you've
forgotten who it's all for, it's all for the One who
loves you enough to die for you, the reason for
fighting the battles, the joy and reward. If you're
suffering from a Jesus-deficit, you can serve Him
with your all, but still miss Him. Battles that look
unbeatable are won by the One who is bigger than
all battles combined.



The bottom line is simple, you can miss Him, even
in the midst of your battles. But, your Commander
in-Chief, has come your way. He asks you to just
take a walk with Him today and have a heart-to-
heart talk with Him. Not just today, but every new
day. Have a personal re-energizing visit with the
one that you are fighting for. Nothing will turn the
tide of battle like your King of king's presence..















STORIES Momisms



These are those little sayings that are passed down
from Mother to Child, then magically are said
again when that Child becomes a Mother!



A little "birdy" told me!
A little soap & water never killed anybody.
Always wear clean underwear in case you get in an
accident.
Am I talking to a brick wall?
Answer me when I ask you a question!
Are you deaf or something?
Are you going out dressed like that?
Are you lying to me?
Are your hands broken? Pick it up yourself! I'm
not your maid!
As long as you live under my roof, you'll do as I
say.
Beds are NOT made for jumping on.
Bored! How can you be bored? I was never bored
at your age.
Call me when you get there, just so I know you're
okay.
Clean up after yourself!
Close the door! You weren't born in a born
Cupcakes are NOT a breakfast food!
Did you brush your teeth?
Did you clean your room?
Did you comb your hair?
Did you flush?
Do as I say, not as I do.
Do I look like a maid?
Do you live to annoy me?
Do you think I'm made of money?
Do you think this is a hotel? You can't just come
here only to sleep.
Do you think your socks are going to pick
themselves up?
Don't ask me WHY. The answer is NO.
Don't break your arm patting yourself on the back.
Don't cross your eyes or they'll freeze that way.
Don't eat that, you'll get worms!
Don't eat the seeds or you'll have watermelons
growing out your ears
Don't EVER let me catch you doing that again!
Don't go out with a wet head, you'll catch cold.



Don't make me come in there!
Don't make me get up!
Don't pick that scab, it'll get infected.
Don't pick your nose in public.
Don't put that in your mouth, you don't know
where it's been.
Don't run in the house.
Don't run with a lollipop in your mouth.
Don't sit too close to the television, it'll ruin your
eyes.
Don't talk with your mouth full!
Don't use that tone with me!
Don't walk away when I'm talking to you!
Don't you have anything better to do?
Eat your vegetables, they're good for you.
Enough is enough!
Go ask your father.
Go play outside! It's a beautiful day!
Go to your room and think about what you did!
How can you have nothing to wear? Your closet is
FULL of clothes!
How do you know you don't like it if you haven't
tasted it?
How many times do I have to tell you?
I brought you into this world, and I can take you
right back out!
I can always tell when you're lying.
I can't believe you can sleep in this filth!
I can't believe you did that!
I didn't ask who put it there, I said "Pick it up!"
I don't buy snacks to feed the neighborhood!
I don't care what "everyone" is doing.
I care what YOU are doing!
I don't care who started it, I said stop!
I don't care who started it, YOU stop it!
I don't have to explain myself. I said no.
I don't know is NOT an answer.
I hope someday you have children just like you.
I hope you don't kiss me with that mouth!
I just want what's best for you.
I said CLOSE the door, I did not say SLAM it.
I would have never talked to MY mother like that!
If God had wanted you to have holes in your ears
(eyebrows, tongue, etc.) He would have put them
there!
If I catch you doing that one more time, I'll...
If I want your opinion I'll ask for it!



CLEAN YUKS



I can't stand cheap people. It makes me real mad
when some-one says something like, 'Hey, when
are you going to pay me that $100 you owe me?' or
'Do you have the $50 you borrowed?' Man, quit
being so cheap! ---Jack Handey
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Whenever I reflect upon the events of the summer
of 1776, I feel thankful that I wasn't one of the
Founding Fathers. Mainly because I'd be dead now.
---David Gunter
ETHNIC STUFF
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Q: What do you call a drive by in Chinatown?
A: Capachino!
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Q: How can you tell a Jewish golfer?
A: He always tells you about his putz.
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Q: What's the difference between a Hindu and a
fish?
A: One has a small brain, and the other's a fish.
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Q: Hear about the Polock who snorted Sweet'N
Low?
A: He thought it was Diet Coke!
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Q. What has webbed feet, feathers, fangs and goes
quack-quack?
A. Count Duckula



Q. What do you call a person who puts poison in a
person's corn flakes?
A. A cereal killer

Q. Why are monsters huge and hairy and ugly?
A. Because if they were small and round and
smooth they'd be M&Ms

Q. Why wasn't there any food left after the monster
party?
A. Because everyone was a goblin!



Q. How did the ghost patch his sheet?
A. With a pumpkin patch.



Q. What do you get when you reach out to touch a
ghost?
A. A handful of "sheet"
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Seventeen
One day this lunatic was jumping up and down on
a manhole cover screaming at the top of his lungs,
"Seventeen!! Seventeen!!" Intrigued by the man's
behavior, another man walks over to him and asks
why he's doing that. The crazy man responded, "It's
a blast. You have to try it! Jump as high as you can
and scream 'Seventeen!!' as loud as humanly
possible." Reluctantly, the second man gets on the
manhole cover, barely hops and says, "Seventeen?"
The insane man says, "No, no, no! You're doing it
wrong. Jump higher. Yell louder."
So, the second man begins jumping a little higher
and says, "Hey, you know, I am getting a little bit
of a rush. Seventeen!! Seventeen!!"
At the height of his jumping, the crazy guy
suddenly pulled the manhole cover off, causing the
man to fall to his death.



Replacing the cover, the lunatic began jumping
and screaming again, "Eighteen!! Eighteen!!"
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If you have a lot of tension and you get a headache,
do what it says on the aspirin bottle: Take two and
keep away from children.



It's a very strange name they picked for "Social
Security." For what they actually send you, you
can't afford to be "social" nor can you really feel
"secure."



It is hard to understand how a cemetery raised its
burial cost and blamed it on the cost of living.



We are born naked, wet, and hungry. Then things
get worse.



The 50-50-90 rule: Anytime you have a 50-50
chance of getting something right, there's a 90%
probability you'll get it wrong.



Give a man a fish, he'll eat for a day. Teach a man
to fish, and he'll sit in a boat and drink beer all day



A fine is a tax for doing wrong. A tax is a fine for
doing well.



The only cure for insomnia is to get more sleep.



Everybody lies, but it doesn't matter since nobody
listens.



When you go into court you are putting yourself in
the hands of 12 people that weren't smart enough to
get out of jury duty
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"You're a parasite for sore eyes." --Gregory Ratoff
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Marriage is love. Love is blind. Marriage is an
institution. Therefore marriage is an institution for
the blind.
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A MENTAL GIANT



My cousin, a perpetual bachelor, owned one of the
biggest and fastest-growing businesses in Miami, a
furniture store. I convinced him that he needed to
take a trip to Italy to visit a manufacturer and check
out the merchandise himself. And maybe he could
meet an available young Italian women.



As he was checking into a hotel he struck up an
acquaintance with a beautiful young lady. She only
spoke Italian and he only spoke English--neither
understood a word the other spoke. So he took out
a pencil and a notebook and drew a picture of a
taxi. She smiled, nodded her head and they went
for a ride in the park. Later, he drew a picture of a
table in a restaurant with a question mark and she
nodded. So they went to dinner.



After dinner he sketched two dancers and she was
delighted. They went to several nightclubs, drank
champagne, danced and had a glorious evening. It
had gotten quite late when she motioned for the
pencil and drew a picture of a four-poster bed.



He was dumbfounded. To this day he says that he's
never been able to understand how she knew he
was in the furniture business.




FAVORITE HISTORICAL INSULTS



"I'd like to thank my family for loving me and
taking care of me. And the rest of the world can
kiss my butt." --Johnny Frank Garrett, Sr.,
executed by injection, Texas
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THE IRISH PROSTITUTE
An Irish girl went to London to work as a secretary
and began sending home money and elegant gifts
to her parents. After a few years they asked her to
come home for a visit, as her father was getting
frail and elderly. She pulled up to the family home
in a Rolls Royce and stepped out wearing furs and
diamonds. As she walked into the house her father
said "Hmmm, they seem to be paying secretaries
awfully well in London."



The girl took his hands and said, "Dad, I've been
meaning to tell you something for years but I
didn't want to put it in a letter. I can't hide it from
you any longer. I've become a prostitute."



Her father gasped, put his hand on his heart and
keeled over. The doctor was called but the old
man had clearly lost the will to live. He was put to
bed and the priest was called. As the priest began
to administer Extreme Unction, with the mother
and daughter weeping and wailing, the old man
muttered weakly, "I'm a goner, killed by me own
daughter!



Killed by the shame of what you've become!"
"Please forgive me," his daughter sobbed, "I only
wanted to have nice things! I wanted to be able to
send you money and the only way I could do it
was by becoming a prostitute." Brushing the priest
aside, the old man bolted upright in bed, and
smiling. "Did ye say prostitute? Thank da Good
Lord, I thought ye said PROTESTANT!!"
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Irish Alzheimers: is when you forget everything
but the grudges.
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My mother invented guilt--the gift that keeps on
giving. Erma Bombeck







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Here's the rest. The picture of Jesus goes at the end of
the Chaplains column, the one marked wedding, goes at the
end of Cries amighty. John



ORGANIZATION CONSISTS OF FORMER,
PRESENT AND FUTURE MEMBERS OF:
7TH PURSUIT SQUADRON; 49TH
FIGHTER GP PRESIDENT: Kathleen Bush;
2223 Colfax; Flint, MI; VICE PRESIDENT:
Eldon Breazier; 1130 North Pine; Kingman, KS
67068-1439 SECY/ TREAS: John Plosila
183 SWAN LAKE DR; MELROSE, FL 32666-
3065 (352) 475-5680. e-mail
jplosila@juno.com; Web Site:
www.7fs.cityslide.com;
We have a link to the 9th Web Site.



49TH NEWS
The information for the 2004 reunion has not
changed as of this date, mark your calendars and
start saving your pennies, let's make it a great one,
one to be proud of. We aren't getting younger.!!!!.
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Some lost the e-mail changes so I will include
them again, they were 7th , Oliver Atchison,
olliverap@hiway.net and B. Aschenbrener
baschenbrener@yahoo.com
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They are still looking for someone to host the
2005 reunion. Any takers?



CARDS LETTERS AND CALLS
I called Kathleen Bush to tell her that the Protect
and Avenge history book arrived, but there was no
answer. Thanks a bunch Kathleen, I hope you
received our card. (Sorry about the error.)
+++++++++++++++++++++++++
Again, there were a lot of messages from Al
Meschino. He tells us that his wife is on the sick
list. He tells me that he had contacted Bob De
haven,. Thanks a bunch Al.
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In the last issue I told you to put Ruth Holleman in
your prayers. Ben called me and told me that she
had died. Sorry about. He is now looking for a
room mate, he says he is lonely. I can relate to that.
He didn't give me many details so I don't have
any.
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I have joined the American Singles on the Internet.
I am hoping to find a wife, it has been so long that
I don't know if I can handle it. I am in good shape,
for how long? When I see my doctor he tells me he
is jealous. He is 30-years my junior.
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Bob Hoffstater explained that he had been on the
sick list, hope that you are perkin on all cylinders
as of now.. We thank you for your message. When
we don't hear from an old soldier, we do get
worried. Bob and I have shared some reunions so I
keep tabs on him.
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There was another messages from Super Dave, he
requested the newsletter, which he has posted on
the site. I had to post the May/June issue in two or
more separate times because the cover sheet is
scanned and has a lot of bytes in it. As I said in the
last issue,. Dave is the Web Master for our web
site. He has done a beautiful job, and we do
appreciate his efforts. I have given our address to
some new people, I hope they go to our site. I think
it is a beautiful site. How many hits have we had
so far?
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Again, there were many messages from Australia.
The want the story about Posten and his Piss Poor
Pilots. For some reason I haven't been able to find
it. I had my computer do a search, so far the
computer hasn't found it. There is one floppy that
is corrupted so it can't be read, it must be on that
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