tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10846735269446862502024-03-05T08:53:09.698-08:00More Pearls of Wisdom from Mary ClaireMary Claire Kendallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17488498616555449660noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084673526944686250.post-44108138933021318532021-10-07T15:10:00.018-07:002021-10-10T10:23:34.753-07:00 The West’s Secret Weapon: The Holy Rosary<p><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "times new roman", times, serif; font-size: 16px;">by Mary Claire Kendall</span></p><div style="color: #333333; font-family: "times new roman", times, serif; font-size: 16px;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzG4J4ef1CWwslHRoIbQjhCfpXxUiLdzScrJGN4t6OOZyqzzj-73rxa3M5Zz9YgXooMWux1ktnD7-F6MyxGuFOoFcsYeVR_jj-Z5cDajmDsCYnEF_i2DzhRqtPWQbm9_DFb9wDWynQVRPV/" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1503" data-original-width="1024" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzG4J4ef1CWwslHRoIbQjhCfpXxUiLdzScrJGN4t6OOZyqzzj-73rxa3M5Zz9YgXooMWux1ktnD7-F6MyxGuFOoFcsYeVR_jj-Z5cDajmDsCYnEF_i2DzhRqtPWQbm9_DFb9wDWynQVRPV/" width="164" /></a>Operation Enduring Freedom, as our military engagement in Afghanistan was called, began 20 years ago today—October 7, 2001.</div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: "times new roman", times, serif; font-size: 16px;"> </div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: "times new roman", times, serif; font-size: 16px;">Fittingly enough, the day we launched this fight for the West, was the 430<sup style="line-height: 0;">th</sup> anniversary of the Battle of Lepanto, in which Christian forces defeated the fleet of the Ottoman Empire at the Gulf of Patras in the largest naval battle ever, decisively ending Ottoman designs for Mediterranean military expansion. More of a moral victory, it paved the way to the more militarily significant Battle of Vienna, over 100 years later, on September 11, 1683, in which Christian forces under the leadership of the King of Poland, John III Sobieski, dealt a decisive blow to the Muslim Turks.</div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: "times new roman", times, serif; font-size: 16px;"> </div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: "times new roman", times, serif; font-size: 16px;">From that September 11<sup style="line-height: 0;">th</sup> forward, the Turks ceased to threaten the Christian world, after which they retreated to their backwaters, plotting and planning when they would launch an offensive to weaken and try, ultimately, to defeat the West.</div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: "times new roman", times, serif; font-size: 16px;"> </div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: "times new roman", times, serif; font-size: 16px;">Some 300 years later, on September 11, 2001, at the dawn of the new millennium, they made their move. Without considering events since that horrific day in the light of this important centuries-long history, America and her Western allies will fail to capture the historic moment and understand the existential fight in which we find ourselves, a fight which includes the fact that many entrusted with our safety, in recent years, have, instead, given aid and comfort to the enemy on his long march to conquer the West. To wit: </div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: "times new roman", times, serif; font-size: 16px;"> </div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: "times new roman", times, serif; font-size: 16px;">During the storming of the U.S. Embassy on September 11, 2012, the U.S., under the leadership of Barack Hussein Obama, did not lift a finger to save four Americans who were brutally killed, including our U.S. ambassador. That, in turn, set the stage for America’s disgraceful cut-and-run this summer from Afghanistan, It began with the stealthy abandonment of Bagram Air Base under cover of night on July 1, 2021, after which, Americans, adhering to the Biden regime’s impossibly-tight self-imposed deadline, were forced to betray the code of American military conduct to never leave one of their own behind, even though, as in Benghazi, Special Forces had it in their power to go in and rescue them. In more echoes of Benghazi, servicemembers who lost their lives in Kabul were needlessly put into harm’s way. That morning, Defense Secretary Lloyd Austin put top leaders on notice to prepare for an impending “mass casualty event,” <a href="https://www.politico.com/news/2021/08/30/pentagon-mass-casualty-attack-kabul-507481"><em>Politico</em></a> reported. As suspected, the <a href="https://nypost.com/2021/10/06/isis-k-bomber-released-from-prison-before-kabul-attack-report/">ISIS-K attacker </a>came from the prison population incarcerated at Bagram Air Base, released the day the Taliban took over. </div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: "times new roman", times, serif; font-size: 16px;"> </div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: "times new roman", times, serif; font-size: 16px;">“I love my job,” Marine Sergeant <a href="https://www.nytimes.com/2021/08/28/us/soldiers-killed-in-afghanistan.html ">Nicole Gee wrote</a> in an Instagram post, her last, accompanied by a photo showing her holding an Afghan baby. Not surprisingly, she worked late on the evening of August 26, to continue helping those seeking to flee Afghanistan as the sand slipped through the hour glass. Thus, did Gee give her last full measure of devotion, not long after she posted that photo, in the blast that also killed 12 of her fellow U.S. servicemembers along with hundreds of Afghans. Not coincidentally, the attack occurred at the very spot, the Abbey Gate, of Hamid Karzai International Airport where Marines were shown receiving Afghan babies their mothers had handed them in hopes their children would find better lives. </div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: "times new roman", times, serif; font-size: 16px;"> </div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: "times new roman", times, serif; font-size: 16px;">In contrast, Gee’s commander-in-chief, Joseph Robinette Biden, Jr., in a July 23 phone call offered Afghan president Ashraf Ghani continuing air support, vitally critical to the Afghan army’s preservation, <strong><em>only if</em></strong> he would address the Afghan government’s “perception” problem, <a href="https://www.reuters.com/world/exclusive-call-before-afghan-collapse-biden-pressed-ghani-change-perception-2021-08-31/">Reuters reported exclusively</a>. In the transcript of the call, leaked to Reuters, along with the audio, on condition of anonymity, Biden tells Ghani, as he listened from the presidential palace, “I need not tell you the perception around the world and in parts of Afghanistan, I believe, is that things are not going well in terms of the fight against the Taliban. And there is a need, <strong><em>whether it is true or not</em></strong>, (emphasis added) there is a need to project a different picture.” </div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: "times new roman", times, serif; font-size: 16px;"> </div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: "times new roman", times, serif; font-size: 16px;">Then, came the quid pro quo: “We will continue to provide close air support, if we know what the plan is.” Ghani refused and without air cover the Afghan army folded and the country fell within days. Thus was the way opened to mass executions at the hands of the Taliban as they go door-to-door, aided by the “<a href="https://nypost.com/2021/08/26/biden-admits-admin-may-have-given-taliban-kill-list-of-afghans-who-aided-us/">kill list</a>,” seeking out freedom-loving Americans and Afghans.</div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: "times new roman", times, serif; font-size: 16px;"> </div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: "times new roman", times, serif; font-size: 16px;">It is a horror not unlike what occurred under the Nazi reign of terror when Hitler’s henchmen brutally tortured and killed some 20 million souls including six million Jews, plus countless other civilian and military war-dead. </div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: "times new roman", times, serif; font-size: 16px;"> </div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: "times new roman", times, serif; font-size: 16px;">On the eve of our final departure, as reports of hundreds of Americans our government refused entry inside Kabul airport cascaded out, <a href=" https://www.thegatewaypundit.com/2021/08/heartless-emotionless-us-general-describes-us-military-left-hundreds-americans-behind-us-forces-left-afghanistan-video">CENTCOM commander, General Kenneth McKenzie, Jr., claimed</a> the administration wanted to help those “left behind” get out. Yet, when veterans sprang into action to save hundreds, if not thousands, of stranded Americans, the Biden State Department, effecting “the opposite of Dunkirk,” Erik Prince told Steve Bannon on the <a href="https://warroom.org/2021/08/30/episode-1215-extraction-under-fire-the-final-hours/ ">WarRoom (23:20-26:57)</a> called regional governments and asked them “not to cooperate with these private organizations”—not to let their planes land. “Instead of tailwinds,” Prince said, “there’s a lot of headwinds.” It is a story that has been repeated over and over in recent weeks.</div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: "times new roman", times, serif; font-size: 16px;"> </div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: "times new roman", times, serif; font-size: 16px;">As these eyepopping developments in the U.S. surrender in Afghanistan continue by the day, it is undeniable that the whole Afghan debacle is a key piece in the extremist Islamic centuries-long push to conquer the West and its Judeo-Christian culture, underscored, in recent years, by the burning of churches in France, possibly including Notre Dame Cathedral, which <a href="https://news.artnet.com/art-world/notre-dame-fire-year-anniversary-1834668#">mysteriously went up in flames</a> on April 15, 2019, and miraculously survived, though not without significant damage. </div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: "times new roman", times, serif; font-size: 16px;"> </div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: "times new roman", times, serif; font-size: 16px;">The pièce de resistance is that, in surrendering in Afghanistan, whereas Biden unconscionably gave many Afghan allies the cruelest of pink slips, epitomized by iconic images of Afghans desperately running toward that American C-17, some falling to their deaths, which <a href="https://abcn.ws/2XEzXWL">Biden unempathetically dismissed</a>; he inexplicably gave the Taliban a huge golden parachute—$85 billion worth of sophisticated weaponry, after which <a href="https://iranintl.com/en/iran-in-brief/taliban-reportedly-deliver-american-military-hardware-iran ">images of military tanks and vehicles being transported to Iran surfaced</a>. </div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: "times new roman", times, serif; font-size: 16px;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>One weapon the Jihadists will never have—the West’s secret weapon—is the Holy Rosary. </div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: "times new roman", times, serif; font-size: 16px;"><div style="color: #333333; font-family: "times new roman", times, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;"><br />Christian forces prayed the Rosary at the Battle of Lepanto then fought like hell and, aided by the Blessed Virgin Mary, won, after which, Pope Pius V, who had organized the coalition consisting of Spain and other small Christian nations, decreed October 7 the Feast of Our Lady of Victory, a.k.a. the Feast of the Holy Rosary.</div></div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: "times new roman", times, serif; font-size: 16px;"><br /></div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: "times new roman", times, serif; font-size: 16px;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtqiL0cQvzN8YSh2kBri4VYjPUCg0PTsMoq7ddUYRePCs1cyCa7oO1GRlBnnlbxsJk0fKjlPfQThk8galc-JHgEabFzk9wLyL71gmvdrxtOktwiYgS7Y8oBQahQR1uexVIISjTEzTkPRdg/s800/Battle+of+Lepanto.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="429" data-original-width="800" height="172" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtqiL0cQvzN8YSh2kBri4VYjPUCg0PTsMoq7ddUYRePCs1cyCa7oO1GRlBnnlbxsJk0fKjlPfQThk8galc-JHgEabFzk9wLyL71gmvdrxtOktwiYgS7Y8oBQahQR1uexVIISjTEzTkPRdg/s320/Battle+of+Lepanto.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />Likewise, at the Battle of Vienna, King Sobieski prayed to Our Lady of Czestochowa for victory. Given Austria’s seriously depleted forces, the Holy Roman Emperor, Leopold I, had implored the Polish sovereign to come to Austria’s aid in their fight against the barbarians. On September 11, 1683, 80,000 Christian troops, led by Sobieski and aided by Mary, defeated the 250,000-strong Turkish army.</div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: "times new roman", times, serif; font-size: 16px;"> </div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: "times new roman", times, serif; font-size: 16px;">The Virgin Mary was assumed, body and soul, into Heaven and, as Psalm 45:9 reveals, sits at the right hand of the Son of God. Not coincidentally, the Feast of Mary’s Assumption into Heaven is celebrated on August 15, the day the Taliban took over the Arg presidential palace.</div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: "times new roman", times, serif; font-size: 16px;"> </div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: "times new roman", times, serif; font-size: 16px;">Quite clearly, Mary is playing a powerful role in the victory of the West.</div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: "times new roman", times, serif; font-size: 16px;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">Postscript: On August 31, I posted <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x9uYu4R2nk8&list=RDx9uYu4R2nk8&start_radio=1&rv=x9uYu4R2nk8&t=0"><span style="color: blue;">Eric Clapton singing “Holy Mother”</span></a> with
Luciano Pavarotti on Facebook. As I wrote that day, “Beautiful! ‘Holy Mother,’
I feel confident, will bring us through the tragedy and uncertainty we are
living through in the wake of the ill-conceived, catastrophic Afghanistan
exit... that Eric Clapton posted this song on July 15, anniversary of my dear
mother’s going to heaven, speaks to my heart... she had such a special devotion
to ‘Holy Mother.’”</span> </p></div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: "times new roman", times, serif; font-size: 16px;"><br /></div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: "times new roman", times, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: center;"><span face="FranklinPro, FranklinITCProLight, "Franklin Gothic Medium", "Franklin Gothic", "ITC Franklin Gothic", "Apple SD Gothic Neo", "Myriad Set Pro", "Helvetica Neue", "Helvetica Neue Light", Helvetica, Arial, "Lucida Grande", sans-serif" style="color: #6e6e6e; font-size: 15px;">*******</span></div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: "times new roman", times, serif; font-size: 16px;"><span face="FranklinPro, FranklinITCProLight, "Franklin Gothic Medium", "Franklin Gothic", "ITC Franklin Gothic", "Apple SD Gothic Neo", "Myriad Set Pro", "Helvetica Neue", "Helvetica Neue Light", Helvetica, Arial, "Lucida Grande", sans-serif" style="color: #6e6e6e; font-size: 15px;">Image #1: <a href="https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Sandro_Botticelli_-_The_Virgin_and_Child_(The_Madonna_of_the_Book)_-_Google_Art_Project.jpg">Sandro Botticelli’s “Madonna and Child”</a> Museo Poldi Pezzoli, Milan.</span></div><div style="font-family: "times new roman", times, serif;"><span style="color: #6e6e6e;"><span style="font-size: 15px;">Image #2: <a href="https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Battle_of_Lepanto_1571.jpg">Painting of the Battle of Lepanto</a> by an unknown painter. </span></span></div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: "times new roman", times, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #6e6e6e; font-size: 15px;">*******</span></div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: "times new roman", times, serif; font-size: 16px;"><br /></div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: "times new roman", times, serif; font-size: 16px;"><em>Mary Claire Kendall is author of</em> <a href="https://urldefense.proofpoint.com/v2/url?u=https-3A__www.amazon.com_oasis-2Dconversion-2Dstories-2Dhollywood-2Dlegends_dp_1616368616&d=DwMFaQ&c=cnx1hdOQtepEQkpermZGwQ&r=kaAUPcZhpO1MvBc6jwa0VBiGZWXka6ART1tFuyQjLfc&m=WxDy8aWmsOJDIyiwvwgBTGQRjNQmF1usNPtR3ctamMs&s=Uh_eZuQtWM4CA1lhb2ijMO22_uZMrZQQCJ7_1l4ix0Q&e=" rel="noopener" style="color: #3c61aa; word-break: break-word;" target="_blank"><em>Oasis: Conversion Stories of Hollywood Legends</em></a><em>, published in Madrid in 2016 under the title </em> <a href="https://urldefense.proofpoint.com/v2/url?u=http-3A__www.rialp.com_index.php-3Fop-3Dverlibro-26descri-3D177573&d=DwMFaQ&c=cnx1hdOQtepEQkpermZGwQ&r=kaAUPcZhpO1MvBc6jwa0VBiGZWXka6ART1tFuyQjLfc&m=WxDy8aWmsOJDIyiwvwgBTGQRjNQmF1usNPtR3ctamMs&s=86X9Mu00MDI5hYuwHfE4IdW7CcNVQxR1XyWeOOUKKuU&e=" rel="noopener" style="color: #3c61aa; word-break: break-word;" target="_blank"><em>También Dios pasa por Hollywood</em></a><em>. She recently finished Oasis II as well as a biography featuring the covert pre-satellite surveillance of the Soviets out of Midway Island.</em></div>Mary Claire Kendallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17488498616555449660noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084673526944686250.post-22576462842052630012020-08-30T05:32:00.003-07:002020-08-30T05:44:17.382-07:00<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: rgb(252, 252, 252); line-height: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span face="" style="color: #737373; font-size: 9pt; letter-spacing: -0.15pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Nov 11, 2012,10:49am EST<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background: rgb(252, 252, 252); line-height: normal; margin: 12pt 0in 0in; mso-outline-level: 1;"><b><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 27pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 18.0pt;">Doolittle's Raiders
And The Miracle That Saved Them*</span></b></p>
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Claire Kendall</a> </span></span></b><span face="" style="color: #737373; font-size: 9pt;">Contributor<br /></span><span face="" style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><a href="https://www.forbes.com/opinion"><span style="color: #737373;">Opinion<br /></span></a></span><i><span style="color: #737373; font-family: "Georgia",serif; font-size: 9pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">I write about
Hollywood legends and real life.</span></i></div>
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[+] photo)" class="size-medium wp-image-380" height="239" src="https://b-i.forbesimg.com/maryclairekendall/files/2013/04/USS-Hornet-300x2396.jpg" style="border-style: none; box-sizing: border-box; display: block; height: auto; margin-top: 0px; max-width: 100%; width: auto;" title="USS Hornet" width="300" /></div><div class="article-image-caption" style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 0; overflow: hidden; position: relative;"><div class="caption-container" ng-class="caption_state" style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #737373; font-family: "work sans", sans-serif; font-size: 0.75rem; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: 18px; margin: 8px 0px 0px; overflow: hidden; position: relative;"><fbs-accordion class="expandable" current="-1" style="box-sizing: border-box; display: inline;"><p aria-expanded="false" aria-hidden="true" class="wp-caption-text" style="box-sizing: border-box; display: inline; font-size: 0.75rem; height: 1em; line-height: 1.4em; margin: 0px 8px 0px 0px; overflow: hidden; position: relative;">The USS Hornet with 16 Army Air Forces B-25s on deck, ready for the Tokyo raid (U.S. Air Force<span class="plus" data-ga-track="caption expand" style="box-sizing: border-box; cursor: pointer;">... [+]</span></p></fbs-accordion></div></div></div><p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 18px; margin: 0px 0px 1.2rem;">My thoughts go to the Doolittle’s Raiders this Veterans Day, four of whom I recently spoke with during the <a aria-label="15th Annual American Veterans Center conference" data-ga-track="ExternalLink:http://www.americanveteranscenter.org/avc-events/annual-conference/" href="http://www.americanveteranscenter.org/avc-events/annual-conference/" rel="nofollow noopener" style="background-color: transparent; box-sizing: border-box; color: #003891; cursor: pointer; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank">15<span data-ga-track="ExternalLink:http://www.americanveteranscenter.org/avc-events/annual-conference/" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 13.5px; line-height: 0; position: relative; top: -0.5em; vertical-align: baseline;">th</span> Annual American Veterans Center conference</a>.</p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 18px; margin: 0px 0px 1.2rem;">April 18<span style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 13.5px; line-height: 0; position: relative; top: -0.5em; vertical-align: baseline;">th</span> of this year marked the 70<span style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 13.5px; line-height: 0; position: relative; top: -0.5em; vertical-align: baseline;">th</span> anniversary of the “Doolittle Raid” on military targets on the Japanese home island of Honshu—a pivotal, morale-boosting retaliatory strike, just 131 days after the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor, demonstrating <a aria-label="Japan" data-ga-track="InternalLink:http://www.forbes.com/places/japan/" href="http://www.forbes.com/places/japan/" style="background-color: transparent; box-sizing: border-box; color: #003891; cursor: pointer; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_self">Japan</a> was vulnerable to U.S. attack. Tom Casey, Raiders manager, set the scene at the AVC forum featuring them:</p><blockquote style="box-sizing: border-box; clear: both; font-family: "work sans", sans-serif; font-size: 16px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px 0px 1.2rem 78px; padding: 0px 77px 0px 38px; position: relative;"><p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 1.2rem 0px;">... It was a Saturday morning, the <fbs-quotecard article-quote-card="" closing-price="0.0" current-price="0.0" exchange="Toronto" link="/companies/empire/" name="Empire" natural-id="fred/company/1448" style="box-sizing: border-box;" ticker="EMLAF" type="organization"><a aria-label="Empire" data-ga-track="InternalLink:/companies/empire/" href="https://www.forbes.com/companies/empire/" rel="nofollow noopener" style="background-color: transparent; box-sizing: border-box; color: #003891; cursor: pointer; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_self">Empire</a> </fbs-quotecard>of Japan. The City of Tokyo was very busy at midday, when suddenly the citizens of Tokyo heard the sound of aircraft engines flying very low overhead and they looked up and they saw the underbody of a twin engine bomber. They were expecting to see the big red ball insignia of the Japanese Air Force under its wings. They didn’t see a big red ball; they saw a very little red ball inserted in a bright white star in a blue circle. What they were looking at was the insignia of the <a aria-label="United States" data-ga-track="InternalLink:http://www.forbes.com/places/united-states/" href="http://www.forbes.com/places/united-states/" style="background-color: transparent; box-sizing: border-box; color: #003891; cursor: pointer; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_self">United States</a> Army Air Force. The aircraft was a North American B25 model B. And, at its controls was one of America’s top aviators, Lt. Col. James H. Doolittle. To his right was the very young lieutenant Richard Cole. On board also was a navigator, bombardier and a crew chief gunner. Within the next few minutes the citizens of Tokyo would hear the sounds of bombs going off within their city. Within the next hour, the citizens of the Empire of Japan and other major cities like Yokohama and Kobe would also hear the impact of bombs going off as 15 other B25s found their designated targets and started bombing the Empire of Japan.</p></blockquote><p class="inread-parent" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 18px; margin: 0px 0px 1.2rem;"></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 18px; margin: 0px 0px 1.2rem;">Immortalized in Oscar-winning <em style="box-sizing: border-box;">Thirty Seconds Over Tokyo </em>(1944), starring Spencer Tracy as Lt. Col. James H. “Jimmy” Doolittle, the raid was the only time in U.S. military history that United States Army Air Forces bombers launched from a U.S. Navy aircraft carrier. Seven of the 80 men who flew the mission did not survive. Of the 16 B-25s that flew, 15 were destroyed and one, Plane #8, was lost after it made an emergency landing in Vladivostok because of a malfunctioning carburetor. To this day, it has yet to be recovered. The film is based on the 1943 book by Captain Ted <fbs-quotecard article-quote-card="" closing-price="0.0" current-price="0.0" exchange="Tokyo" link="/companies/lawson/" name="Lawson" natural-id="fred/company/2580" style="box-sizing: border-box;" ticker="null" type="organization"><a aria-label="Lawson" data-ga-track="InternalLink:/companies/lawson/" href="https://www.forbes.com/companies/lawson/" rel="nofollow noopener" style="background-color: transparent; box-sizing: border-box; color: #003891; cursor: pointer; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_self">Lawson</a> </fbs-quotecard>(Van Johnson), who piloted Plane #7, “The Ruptured Duck,” so named because a minor training accident on takeoff scraped the tail. The Ruptured Duck made its post-raid crash landing off the coast of <a aria-label="China" data-ga-track="InternalLink:http://www.forbes.com/places/china/" href="http://www.forbes.com/places/china/" style="background-color: transparent; box-sizing: border-box; color: #003891; cursor: pointer; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_self">China</a>, resulting in the most serious injuries of all. Lawson lost his left leg.</p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 18px; margin: 0px 0px 1.2rem;">The four Doolittle’s Raiders (out of five survivors) at the conference included:</p><div class="article-body fs-article fs-responsive-text current-article" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 18px; line-height: 30px; max-width: 42em;"><ul style="box-sizing: border-box; list-style: none; margin-block-end: 0px; margin-block-start: 0px; margin: 0px 0px 1.2rem; padding-inline-start: 0px; padding: 0px;"><li style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; list-style: disc; margin-block-end: 0px; margin-block-start: 0px; margin-bottom: 16px; margin-left: 3em; position: relative;"> Lt. Col. Richard Cole (97), Doolittle’s Co-Pilot, Plane #1;</li><li style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; list-style: disc; margin-block-end: 0px; margin-block-start: 0px; margin-bottom: 16px; margin-left: 3em; position: relative;">SSgt. David Thatcher (91), Engineer Gunner, Plane #7, The Ruptured Duck, who saved his crew and was played by Robert Walker in the film;</li><li style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; list-style: disc; margin-block-end: 0px; margin-block-start: 0px; margin-bottom: 16px; margin-left: 3em; position: relative;">Major Thomas Griffin, Navigator, Plane #9, whom Doolittle tasked with going to the Pentagon to get Japanese maps and charts, trusting he would stay mum on the mission, more secret than the Manhattan Project; (Later captured and held in a German prison camp, he played a key role featured in <em style="box-sizing: border-box;">The Great Escape</em>); and</li><li style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; list-style: disc; margin-block-end: 0px; margin-block-start: 0px; margin-bottom: 16px; margin-left: 3em; position: relative;">Lt. Col. Edward Joseph Saylor, Engineer, Plane #15, who saved his plane by changing the engine on the Japan-bound carrier.</li></ul><p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 1.2rem;">These men are the very best of America, embodying humility, grace, courage, humor and love of country. Truly they are the “salt of the earth.”</p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 1.2rem;"><span style="box-sizing: border-box; font-weight: bolder;"><em style="box-sizing: border-box;">Thirty Seconds Over Tokyo</em> and the Real Raid</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 1.2rem;">SSgt. David Thatcher, asked if he thought Robert Walker did a good job playing him in <em style="box-sizing: border-box;">Thirty Seconds Over Tokyo</em>, said "Oh, yeah." Thatcher also said the film “followed the book well” and “was pretty accurate.”</p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 1.2rem;">“I did enjoy it,” said Major Tom Griffin. “I thought they did a good job by and large. They had a few little mistakes and exaggerations but other than that they did a good job telling the story.” Asked about Robert Walker playing Thatcher, Griffin said, “That’s a handsome young man, naturally. He looked at me and didn’t want to play me.”</p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 1.2rem;">Lt. Col. Ed Saylor said his character was featured “a little bit” in the film when “I came in and sat down with Capt. Ted Lawson (Van Johnson) before they took off” and thought “It was pretty accurate.”</p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 1.2rem;">Of the real raid, Griffin said: “It was a great challenge to us and we were all very proud of the part that we played in that. It was a dangerous raid.”</p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 1.2rem;">Saylor described his amazing feat repairing the engine in Plane #15:</p><blockquote style="box-sizing: border-box; clear: both; font-family: "work sans", sans-serif; font-size: 16px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px 0px 1.2rem 78px; padding: 0px 77px 0px 38px; position: relative;"><p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 1.2rem 0px;">I had to take an engine off the airplane on the flight deck of the carrier and take it down to the hangar deck and take the back half of the engine apart and do some repairs in there and put it back together and back on the airplane. Working on an airplane, you couldn’t lay any tools, anything on the deck. It would go right overboard. Every tool and nut and bolt and everything had to go up inside the airplane and then I had to find it.</p></blockquote><p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 1.2rem;">Then, he chuckled at the memory of this seemingly impossible task.</p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 1.2rem;">Lt. Col. Richard Cole said he did not realize in the immediate aftermath the great boost to morale the raid provided. As he told me, “At the outset we were told we would get to come home if we survived the mission.” But he said, “There were 20 of us that didn’t get to go home, so we had no idea what took place after the raid. Fourteen months later we were able to come home.” But, “All of us didn’t realize at the time I don’t think the effect of it.”</p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 1.2rem;">Had he seen the film? No, only snippets, he said. “I’ll get my grandson to make sure I watch it.”</p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 1.2rem;"><span style="box-sizing: border-box; font-weight: bolder;">‘Boy, am I glad to see you!”</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 1.2rem;">Cole recounted the reunion scene in China after the raid:</p><blockquote style="box-sizing: border-box; clear: both; font-family: "work sans", sans-serif; font-size: 16px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px 0px 1.2rem 78px; padding: 0px 77px 0px 38px; position: relative;"><p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 1.2rem 0px;">I’d been walking all day. I came out on a clearing and looked around at what looked like a little military compound... so I walked down and a young soldier took me to a building and I sat at a table and on the table was a piece of paper with a sketch of one airplane with five chutes coming out of it and a bunch of hieroglyphics and so forth. And, I got him to take me where he took the individual (who did the sketch) and I walked in and lo had behind there was Col. Doolittle. I said, ‘Boy, am I glad to see you!’ And, he greeted me and was glad I wasn’t injured and later on that evening, they brought in the rest of the crew and we were all together at that time.</p></blockquote><p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 1.2rem;">Cole’s expression of relief can only be appreciated if you have some understanding of the “great challenge,” as Griffin characterized it, that the mission entailed.</p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 1.2rem;"><span style="box-sizing: border-box; font-weight: bolder;">The Mission—Development and Execution</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 1.2rem;">After Pearl Harbor, President Franklin Delano Roosevelt immediately called in his military Chiefs of Staff and asked them to find a way to attack Japan in retaliation. With no base to launch an attack from, they were at a loss. Roosevelt went so far as to call Joseph Stalin to see if they could launch from Russia but he said no; he was practically losing to Germany in the west and did not want to start a war with Japan in the east. Then something fortuitous happened. In early January, Admiral King, Navy Chief of Staff, asked Francis Low, a young Navy captain, to go down to Norfolk, Virginia to do an inspection tour on the newest carrier, the USS Hornet, then going through its sea trials. As he was leaving Norfolk a week later, flying over the Navy station, Casey said:</p><blockquote style="box-sizing: border-box; clear: both; font-family: "work sans", sans-serif; font-size: 16px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px 0px 1.2rem 78px; padding: 0px 77px 0px 38px; position: relative;"><p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 1.2rem 0px;">... (Low) just happened to look out the window and saw two Army bombers doing touch and go landings on what appeared to be a runway that was clearly marked off as an aircraft carrier. This was, of course, set up for Navy training. He made a mental note of that.</p></blockquote><p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 1.2rem;">When he got back to Washington he started asking around to see if it’s “possible for a twin engine bomber to take off the deck of an aircraft carrier.” No one could answer the question. Finally, Hap Arnold, Chief of Staff of the Army, though also unable to solve his quandary, said, “But, I have a gentleman, I just commissioned and his job right now is to run around the United States and visit automobile factories, converting them into airplane factories. His name is James H. Doolittle, Major James H. Doolittle.”</p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 1.2rem;">A marvelous collaboration was about to begin. The United States Navy had already developed contingency plans, working out all the logistics, setting up an attack fleet, and moving the Hornet to California in lieu of Pearl Harbor, where it would “stand by.” The Navy “looked at the four types of twin engine bombers the Army was flying at the time,” said Casey. “Two of them were discounted immediately.” Built by Boeing, “they had these long wings that just couldn’t maneuver on the deck of a carrier.” So it was down to two twin engine planes, the brand new B26 and the North American B25.</p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 1.2rem;">The Navy gave Doolittle the B25 and B26 to look at. After deciding the 26 “was too new and took too much runway,” Doolittle sat down with the Navy to get all the specs on the Hornet—“how much deck did he have, how long was it, how wide was it, how fast could this carrier go” then focused seriously on the B25. As Casey said:</p><blockquote style="box-sizing: border-box; clear: both; font-family: "work sans", sans-serif; font-size: 16px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px 0px 1.2rem 78px; padding: 0px 77px 0px 38px; position: relative;"><p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 1.2rem 0px;">Doolittle was an engineer by trade so he immediately put everything on paper and started to work out his plan, took the B25, got familiar with it real quick, found out what it could do and couldn’t do. He decided the B25 was going to be his airplane but it needed to be modified. It was carrying a lot of equipment he didn’t think it needed, especially a big belly turret that was totally useless on an airplane. He removed that and started to design the airplane to take on more fuel...</p></blockquote><p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 1.2rem;">After Doolittle completed the redesigned plane, the Navy then sat down with him to come up with a workable plan for the attack. “The carrier,” said Casey, “would go to a certain distance and launch the planes, the planes would hit their targets in Japan and then they would land in China”—in territories not captured by the Japanese. They picked Choo Chow to land initially and refuel and from there they would head on to Chungking where they would turn their planes over to the Chinese National Air Force for safekeeping until they could be recovered.</p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 1.2rem;">On paper, the raid “looked like a wonderful blue print,” said Casey.</p><div class="wp-caption wp-caption-wrap alignright" id="attachment_386" style="box-sizing: border-box; clear: both; float: right; line-height: 0; margin: 0px 0px 11.25px 22.5156px; width: 257.484px;"><div class="article-body-image" style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 0; overflow: hidden; position: relative;"><img alt="The author with, left to right, Lt. Col. Richard Cole, Lt. Col. Edward Saylor, SSgt. David Thatcher and Major Thomas Griffin." class="size-medium wp-image-386" height="225" src="https://b-i.forbesimg.com/maryclairekendall/files/2013/04/Doollittles-Raiders-21-300x2256.jpg" style="border-style: none; box-sizing: border-box; display: block; height: auto; margin-top: 0px; max-width: 100%; width: auto;" title="Doollittle's Raiders-2" width="300" /></div><div class="article-image-caption" style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 0; overflow: hidden; position: relative;"><div class="caption-container" ng-class="caption_state" style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #737373; font-family: "work sans", sans-serif; font-size: 0.75rem; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: 18px; margin: 8px 0px 0px; overflow: hidden; position: relative;"><fbs-accordion class="expandable" current="-1" style="box-sizing: border-box; display: inline;"><p aria-expanded="false" class="wp-caption-text" style="box-sizing: border-box; display: inline; font-size: 0.75rem; height: 1em; line-height: 1.4em; margin: 0px 8px 0px 0px; overflow: hidden; position: relative;">The author with, left to right, Lt. Col. Richard Cole, Lt. Col. Edward Saylor, SSgt. David Thatcher<span class="plus" data-ga-track="caption expand" style="box-sizing: border-box; cursor: pointer;">... [+]</span></p></fbs-accordion></div></div></div><p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 1.2rem;">Then, Doolittle got down to the task of recruiting and training men to “take the 25 off in less than 500 feet” and found Eglin Army Air Force Base in North Florida, which “was perfect because it had auxiliary fields north of the fields that were out of sight.” Then he asked Hap Arnold for “the best B25 pilots.” That turned out to be the 17<span style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 13.5px; line-height: 0; position: relative; top: -0.5em; vertical-align: baseline;">th</span> bomb group—four squadrons—located at Pendleton Field in Oregon. They were told “to pack up and head to Columbia, South Carolina.” They thought they were going to do mission work there. “But eventually they got orders to go to Eglin...”</p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 1.2rem;">Once they arrived at Eglin, they met Doolittle for the first time. Moving up the ranks fast—he was now a lieutenant colonel—he told them, Casey said, “I’m looking for volunteers to go on a mission, a highly secretive mission that’s going to take you out of the country for three months, that is very dangerous and if you don’t want to go, raise your hand right now and leave the room.”</p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 1.2rem;">Nobody left the room.</p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 1.2rem;">Next came the training. One day, Doolittle showed up with a Navy lieutenant and said, as Casey recounted, “Gentlemen, this is Lt. Henry Miller, United States Navy. He’s going to teach you how to take a B25 off of less than 500 feet.” There was real grumbling. One of the crew members challenged Miller, asking, “Have you ever taken a B25 off of 500 feet?” to which he replied, “No, but you will.” After three weeks of intensive training, they learned how to do it—one aircraft actually taking off in 376 feet. “This crew was fantastic,” said Casey. “They took this heavy aircraft that would normally take 1500 feet to get the nose wheel up” and were now getting all three wheels up in the required distance.</p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 1.2rem;">At this point, none of the crew, except for Griffin, still had any idea what the mission was. Weeks later, said Casey, “when Doolittle shows up he’s there to congratulate them and tell them, ‘Gentleman you’re leaving for California’” The planes were directed to go to a depot near the south side of Sacramento where they had some maintenance done. “The next set of orders they got was to report to Alameda Air Station in northern California.” Then the pieces started coming together:</p><blockquote style="box-sizing: border-box; clear: both; font-family: "work sans", sans-serif; font-size: 16px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px 0px 1.2rem 78px; padding: 0px 77px 0px 38px; position: relative;"><p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 1.2rem 0px;">They took off and as they’re coming into San Francisco Bay, getting their orders from the ground where to land, they couldn’t help but notice this ship standing next to the wharf. The ship was an aircraft carrier and had the shortest runway they ever saw and then they started to add it up real quick.</p></blockquote><p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 1.2rem;">They landed, taxied up to the wharf and 16 B25s were hoisted onto the deck of the carrier—that’s all the room Doolittle had—and the carrier went out to the mooring, after which the guys were given a night on the town. The next morning the USS Hornet left San Francisco and, Casey said, it “goes under the Golden Gate Bridge, and when she comes out on the Pacific there’s two cruisers and four destroyers and a tanker waiting for them.”</p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 1.2rem;">On the first day out, no one knew what was going on, which made for a tense situation. As Casey explained:</p><blockquote style="box-sizing: border-box; clear: both; font-family: "work sans", sans-serif; font-size: 16px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px 0px 1.2rem 78px; padding: 0px 77px 0px 38px; position: relative;"><p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 1.2rem 0px;">You guys who are in the Navy would appreciate this. You got a brand new carrier, you’re waiting to go to war, and overnight all of the sudden the Army shows up and puts sixteen ugly green airplanes on your deck. Your planes are on the bottom deck (along with you).</p></blockquote><p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 1.2rem;">The result was predictable: “They didn’t treat (the Doolittle Raiders) very well. In fact, they didn’t treat them well at all.”</p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 1.2rem;">It wasn’t until the second day out at sea that “Doolittle called them in to a meeting along with the captain of the Hornet and for the first time he said ‘Gentleman, you’re going to bomb Japan.’” At this point the Navy “took over the microphone... and the loud speakers went up over the deck, explaining to the Navy the reason why the sixteen bombers were on the deck of their ship... The Navy’s attitude changed in a hurry,” said Casey.</p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 1.2rem;">The next few days “all the instructions went out,” said Casey. “Doolittle explained exactly how this was going to work. The Navy gave Doolittle the numbers.” The Hornet would be joined by USS Enterprise with the two cruisers, four destroyers and tanker on the 12<span style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 13.5px; line-height: 0; position: relative; top: -0.5em; vertical-align: baseline;">th</span> becoming the Task Force. The launch of the planes would take place 400 miles from Japan. It would be a night raid—shortly after midnight on April 19<span style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 13.5px; line-height: 0; position: relative; top: -0.5em; vertical-align: baseline;">th</span>—to minimize damage. Doolittle’s aircraft would carry incinerators—bombs that spread fires. <span style="box-sizing: border-box; font-weight: bolder;"> </span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 1.2rem;"><span style="box-sizing: border-box; font-weight: bolder;">“The Hand of God”</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 1.2rem;">Unfortunately on the morning of 18<span style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 13.5px; line-height: 0; position: relative; top: -0.5em; vertical-align: baseline;">th</span> of April 1942 at daybreak, things changed drastically when a perimeter of commercial trawlers around Japan, about 700 miles out, instructed to report on any shipping heading west, spotted the fleet. American intelligence was unaware of this perimeter. Their cover was blown. “Doolittle flashes back to Halsey in the USS Enterprise, ‘I’m going’” even though he was about 250 miles further out than the target launch site. “Now, fuel became the big problem,” said Casey. But he located ten five-gallon cans the Navy had and put two on each aircraft. Still it would not be enough fuel (“70 lbs. per can”) to make their run and go on to Choo Chow to refuel for the final trip to Chungking. Plus, now they would be bombing in broad daylight. Nonetheless:</p><blockquote style="box-sizing: border-box; clear: both; font-family: "work sans", sans-serif; font-size: 16px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px 0px 1.2rem 78px; padding: 0px 77px 0px 38px; position: relative;"><p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 1.2rem 0px;">... the planes were prepared, the cruisers were prepared, the bombs were loaded, the fuels were topped off, everything was done and in a little over an hour Doolittle was sitting in position, the Hornet was turned into the wind, 30 foot seas, there was a pretty good breeze blowing across the deck.</p></blockquote><p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 1.2rem;">At this dramatic moment, Doolittle took off, with his men looking up, wondering if it would work. Then, Casey recounts, they “follow Doolittle one at a time and head for Japan. Then they have to go down, they’re flying under radar, they’re flying across wave tops all the way to Japan.”</p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 1.2rem;">All 16 aircraft did make it to Japan, #8 peeling off and making that unfortunate landing in Vladivostok. Fifteen of them found their targets and bombed them. Then, as instructed, they took the route around the southern end of the island and headed across the China Sea to China.</p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 1.2rem;">Up to this point, the weather was blue-skies beautiful. However, nearly halfway across the China Sea they ran into treacherous storms, with lightning, thunder and high winds and rain, which cut off communications. The navigators lost sight of land and they were all running out of fuel—fast.</p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 1.2rem;">The mission was heading for a disastrous end, but then “a little bit of a miracle” happened, said Casey:</p><blockquote style="box-sizing: border-box; clear: both; font-family: "work sans", sans-serif; font-size: 16px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px 0px 1.2rem 78px; padding: 0px 77px 0px 38px; position: relative;"><p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 1.2rem 0px;">... They call it the hand of God. Little did we know that there was this wonderful stream of air running east to west. The planes got caught in that little stream of air... the jet stream. That gave them a 25 knot tail wind. So now the aircraft were able to go a little bit further and all of the aircraft did meet or come close to China—some them got to the coastline, some of them went inland.</p></blockquote><p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 1.2rem;">Three planes made crash landings on the ChinaCoast including the Ruptured Duck,sending three Raiders to their death. After the ditching and bailing out, SSgt. David Thatcher saved his crew by bringing them all together and protecting them until help arrived, for which he was awarded Silver Star.</p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 1.2rem;">The other 13 crews kept flying until their tanks ran out of gas. All of them eventually bailed out all over China, two crews landing in enemy territory.</p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 1.2rem;">Of the 80 Doolittle's Raiders who flew the mission, eight were taken Prisoners of War, seven died. In addition to the three who died over China, close to landfall, four of whom perished, three by execution, one beri-beri and malnutrition.</p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 1.2rem;">In the immediate aftermath Lt. Col. Doolittle told his men he expected a court martial upon his return to the United States, given the loss of all 16 aircraft and damage, though relatively minor, inflicted on their targets. Instead, the boost to American morale the raid accomplished prompted FDR to award him with the Medal of Honor. He was also promoted two grades to Brigadier General and, during the next three years, was given command of the 12<span style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 13.5px; line-height: 0; position: relative; top: -0.5em; vertical-align: baseline;">th</span> Air Force in North Africa, the 15<span style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 13.5px; line-height: 0; position: relative; top: -0.5em; vertical-align: baseline;">th</span> Air Force in the Mediterranean and the 8<span style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 13.5px; line-height: 0; position: relative; top: -0.5em; vertical-align: baseline;">th</span> Air Force in England.</p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 1.2rem;">A “great challenge” was met and surmounted, yielding great success—thanks to the “hand of God.”</p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 1.2rem;">God bless our fighting men and women on this Veterans Day.</p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 1.2rem;"><em style="box-sizing: border-box;">For more about the raid, see Brigadier General Jimmy Doolittle <a aria-label="talking about it in 1980" data-ga-track="ExternalLink:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nlFAk0NAJko&feature=related" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nlFAk0NAJko&feature=related" rel="nofollow noopener" style="background-color: transparent; box-sizing: border-box; color: #003891; cursor: pointer; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank">talking about it in 1980</a>, courtesy United States Air Force. </em></p><div class="wp-caption wp-caption-wrap alignleft" id="attachment_382" style="box-sizing: border-box; clear: both; float: left; line-height: 0; margin: 0px 0px 11.25px 22.5156px; width: 257.484px;"><div class="article-body-image" style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 0; overflow: hidden; position: relative;"><img alt="The author with Lt. Col Richard Cole, Doolittle's co-pilot." class="size-medium wp-image-382" height="225" src="https://b-i.forbesimg.com/maryclairekendall/files/2013/04/Lt.-Col.-Richard-Cole-300x2256.jpg" style="border-style: none; box-sizing: border-box; display: block; height: auto; margin-top: 0px; max-width: 100%; width: auto;" title="Lt. Col. 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More broadly, I write about great stories, both the cinematic and real life versions. My book, "Oasis: Conversion Stories of Hollywood Legends," was published in 2015.</p></div><div class="contributor-about__full-description" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 14px;"><p class="author-description" style="box-sizing: border-box; display: inline; margin: 0px;"><br /></p></div><div class="contributor-about__full-description" style="box-sizing: border-box;"><p class="author-description" style="box-sizing: border-box; display: inline; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">*</span>In 2012-2013, I was a Forbes contributor, writing a column, "Old Hollywood and Beyond." This piece was published to great acclaim. I own the copyright and wanted to make sure I republished it to retain photos of me with Lt. Col. Richard Cole and the other Doolittle Raiders. I was reminded of these photos when my nephew, now a Navy Seal, recalled that occasion at the Navy Memorial in Washington, DC when he took them. When I went online I realize the Forbes site did not have them, but my blog site, with Forbes still had them, as least for now.</p></div></div></div><p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 18px; margin: 0px 0px 1.2rem;"><br /></p></div></div>Mary Claire Kendallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17488498616555449660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084673526944686250.post-10808461260987822742016-07-22T11:24:00.000-07:002019-05-26T18:51:54.159-07:00Hemingway Transformed, 98 Years Later<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;">
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<i><span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">Among other projects, I am currently working on a book featuring Hemingway’s
faith journey. I recently had the privilege of speaking at the Hemingway
Society conference in Oak Park, Illinois where he was born and grew up. Below are the text of my pre-delivery remarks. </span></i><i><span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">—
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<b><span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Dominican University, Riverside, IL<o:p></o:p></span></b><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">I am the
author of <i>Oasis: Conversion Stories of Hollywood Legends</i>, featuring an all-star
twelve, including Hemingway’s good friend Gary Cooper.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">It’s wonderful
to be part of this distinguished panel about Hemingway’s Religious Quest” on
this, the first day of The Hemingway Society’s biennual conference in
Hemingway’s hometown of Oak Park.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Five
summers ago, no sooner had I finished writing an article about Cooper and his
faith journey, than Hemingway was splashing into the news. It was the 50th anniversary
of his death. Knowing how close Hemingway and Cooper were and that they died
just weeks apart—Coop on May 13—I began to dig deeper into Hemingway’s life. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">That
August, I began to read <i>The Sun Also Rises</i>, a paperback copy of which I
happened to buy for a dollar years earlier at the now-defunct Vassar Book Fair
in Washington, DC. I was coming off a
very stressful year after my own Hollywood hazing and each night, feeling totally
wired, something amazing happened. Within fifteen minutes or so of reading this
literary masterpiece, I was fast asleep. His writing was just so beautiful and
calming. There was so much depth beneath the tip of that iceberg!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">On the
afternoon of Friday, September 9, as my quest to understand this legendary
writer intensified, I felt, somewhat mystically, as if Hemingway was saying to
me, “It’s about time.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">A few
days later, on Tuesday, September 12, coincidentally the Feast of the Name of
Mary, I reached out to Charles Scribner as I tried to glean more important
pieces in the puzzle of his life and he told me, “Hemingway called himself a
Catholic [having been baptized by a Catholic priest in Italy during WWI]…” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">By
November 2011, my friend Fr. C. John McCloskey, known as “the convert maker,”
having brought a who’s who to the Catholic Church, introduced me to his friend Redd
Griffin of Oak Park, who had studied Hemingway’s spirituality for 25 years. His
knowledge was encyclopedic. Our conversation that first Sunday before
Thanksgiving 2011 went on for four hours as I furiously scribbled away.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">I was
hooked and soon, instead of an article, I was working on a book proposal. To my shock, Redd would live just 12 more
months—suddenly dying, almost a year to the day after our first phone seminar. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">He had
guided me well that year as I climbed Mount Hemingway. That summer I
interviewed Hemingway’s son Patrick for a Forbes article published on
Hemingway’s birthday, titled “<a href="http://www.forbes.com/sites/maryclairekendall/2012/07/21/hemingway-on-hemingway-hollywood/#4136bda9477d">Hemingway on Hemingway and Hollywood</a>.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">And, that
November, just before Redd died, I fortuitously reached out to H.R. Stoneback seeking
guidance as I continued to write my proposal. On July 8, 2013, I wrapped back
around to what Charlie Scribner had told me, and wrote another Forbes piece,
this one titled “<a href="http://www.forbes.com/sites/maryclairekendall/2013/07/08/hemingway-transformed-95-years-later/#2c352d29e68e">Hemingway Transformed, 95 Years Later.</a>” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Then, “Oasis”
intervened as well as life tragedy, namely the sudden death of my beloved
mother Claire. But, in the summer of 2015,
out of the blue, I heard from “Stoney” on August 11, the Feast of St. Claire,
and eve of my mother’s birthday, no less, asking if I had found a publisher and
would I like to speak at this conference?
A good omen, I thought.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">So,
without further adieu, I give you, “Hemingway Transformed, 98 Years
Later.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Hemingway Transformed, <o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">98 Years Later<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">By Mary
Claire Kendall<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">In the
summer of 1918, as World War I was entering its final bloody stages, Ernest
Hemingway, like most American youth, answered the call to serve in this “war to
end all wars.” Then, as now, the same sectarian and religious rivalries
convulsed the world.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Within
weeks, Hemingway was seriously wounded and nearly died. The experience would
transform him into not only a great writer but a man of great faith. The former
we know all too well—embodied in such epic works as <i><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eh28Q9M-5BI">A Farewell to Arms</a></i>,
made into an Oscar-winning film starring <a href="http://www.forbes.com/sites/maryclairekendall/2013/05/13/gary-coopers-quiet-journey-of-faith/">Gary
Cooper</a>. The latter we know little of.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">That the
underlying theme of his writing—and his life—is “sanctity,” according to
Hemingway scholar H.R. Stoneback, has everything to do with what happened in
the heat of battle in Fossalta, Italy along the Piave River, and its immediate
aftermath, 98 years ago this month.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Given
defective eyesight, the Army rejected Hemingway. So, he joined the American
Red Cross Ambulance Corps and, on May 23, 1918, just 18, set sail for Europe
from New York with his fellow enlistees.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">After
crossing the Atlantic, it was “Paris and red tape,” he wrote his friend, second
lieutenant Henry Villard, followed by “temporary duty in Milano”—including the
“shock” his first day while retrieving the dead from a munitions factory
explosion that, as he wrote in <i>Death in the Afternoon</i> (1932),
“a good number of these (dead)… were women.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Afterwards
he “strolled through the Galleria and into the vast dim cathedral,” he wrote
Villard, and arrived in Schio, home of the Ambulance Corps, on June 10,
1918. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">But Hemingway
found Schio insufferably boring and soon managed to finagle an assignment
running one of the “rolling canteens” the American Red Cross established, among
a network of canteens, that got him as close to the front lines as possible.
He arrived at his new assignment on June 24, 1918, joined by his close
friend Bill Horne.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">As the
second lieutenant in his section, Hemingway was allowed to eat in the mess hall
with the Italian officers. It was there that he met Don Giuseppe Bianchi, a
young priest from the Abruzzi region near Florence. Just like the priest
in <i>A Farewell to Arms</i>, Don Bianchi, wrote Carlos Baker in Hemingway:
A Life Story, “wore a cross in dark red velvet above the left-hand pocket of
his tunic” and, also like the priest in the novel vis-à-vis Lt. Frederic
Henry, played by Cooper, “quickly befriended Ernest who treated him with
sympathy and respect.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">At the
end of June, Ernest’s rolling canteen was far from operational, leaving him to
deliver chocolates and cigarettes on foot. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">He made
quite an impression. As his friend Ted Brumback (“Brummy”) wrote Ernest’s
family, as quoted in The Letters of Ernest Hemingway, 1907-1922, edited by
Sandra Spanier and Robert Trogdon, “The Italians in the trenches got to know
his smiling face and were always asking for their ‘giovane Americano.’” While
Hemingway was enjoying himself capitally, Horne, Baker wrote, found “(t)he
combination of inaction, mosquitoes, and gnawing silkworms” oppressive,
prompting him to return to Schio on July 1st.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">A week
later, Horne heard the news that, as Baker wrote, “(a)round midnight on July 8thin
a forward listening post on the west bank of the river near Fossalta, Ernest
had been severely wounded.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">The
midnight mortar, Brummy wrote, “hit within a few feet of Ernest while he was
giving out chocolate. The concussion of the explosion knocked him unconscious
and buried him with earth.” The Italian closer to the shell, Brummy
continued, was killed and “another, standing a few feet away, had both legs
blown off.” Ernest was heroic in saving a badly wounded third Italian:
“(T)his one Ernest, after he had regained consciousness, picked up on his back
and carried to the first aid dug-out. He says he does not remember how he got
there nor that he had carried a man until the next day when an Italian officer
told him about it” and said they had voted to give him the valor medal.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Years
later, Hemingway wrote in his usual cryptic style in a letter to Thomas Welsh,
father of his fourth wife, Mary, as Stoneback reported in “Hemingway’s
Catholicism and the Biographies,” that “In first war… really scared after
wounded and very devout at the end.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">In
typical Hemingway fashion, he kept this secret about his fervent faith to
himself when writing to his family on August 18, 1918, from the American Red
Cross Hospital in Milan. But, make no mistake, in spite of what his various
biographers have previously written, Hemingway was a changed man. As Stoneback
writes:<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">…
(Hemingway biographer Jeffrey) Meyers (wrote that)… “A Florentine priest, Don
Giuseppe Bianchi, passed by the wounded men, murmuring holy
words and anointing them. There was no need for the priest to give Hemingway extreme
unction; he was not in mortal danger and was recovering from his wounds.
Bianchi’s perfunctory ceremony was not (as Hemingway later conveniently claimed)
a formal baptism into the Catholic Church.” (Hemingway: A Biography, by Jeffrey
Meyers, p. 32; emphasis added). Aside from the patronizing tone of this
passage… Meyers seems confused about the sacraments. If the priest did
“anoint” Hemingway, what else could the sacrament have been but extreme
unction? It is also, most likely, under battlefield circumstances, that
obtained, that the priest would first speak the brief Trinitarian words of
“conditional Baptism” and then administered the viaticum, the Holy Communion
given to those in danger of death…<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Hemingway—a
bloody mess, with over 200 pieces of shrapnel, along with bullets, lodged in
his legs, knees and feet—was holding on for dear life in that schoolhouse,
where he received morphine and antitetanus and a Catholic
“anointing.” That anointing, he later boasted, in his January 2, 1926 response
to a letter from Ernest Walsh—an expatriate American poet and co-editor of the
small but influential Paris magazine This Quarter, where Hemingway’s
fiction was first published—made him a “super-catholic.” In this same letter,
which Michael Reynolds included in <i>Hemingway: The Paris Years</i>, he
wrote:<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">If I am
anything I am a Catholic. Had extreme unction administered to me as such
in July 1918 and recovered… It is most certainly the most comfortable religion
for anyone soldiering. Am not what is called a “good” Catholic… But cannot
imagine taking any other religious seriously.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">He was
next transported to a field hospital for five days after which the Army
transported him to the train for the trip to Milan and the American Red Cross
Hospital, where he met and fell in love with Agnes Von Kurowsky, providing the
romantic basis for<i> A Farewell to Arms</i>. Agnes, Stoneback wrote,
remembered Hemingway asking her to go to Mass with him in Milan at the
Cathedral he had visited on day one.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">“To
understand Hemingway’s writing,” his sister Madeleine (“Sunny”) always said, as
told to me by Redd Griffin, “you need to understand his spirituality.” And,
to understand Hemingway’s spirituality, you need to understand his Catholicism,
catalyzed by that wounding so many Julys ago, on that battlefield in Italy,
where soldiers were trying to settle, once again, with weapons, intractable
sectarian and religious differences. <o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: 18.6667px;">UPDATE: Mary Claire Kendall spoke at the Hemingway Biennial Conference in Paris on July 25, 2018. A shortened version of the paper she gave was <a href="http://staustinreview.org/wp-content/uploads/2018/12/StAR-Jan-Feb-2019_Kendall.pdf">published</a> in <i>St. Austin Review</i> in early 2019. She is currently working on a book about Hemingway's faith journey.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia";">ach year, as the anniversary of 9/11 nears, I reflect on how I happened to travel to <place w:st="on"><city w:st="on">New York City</city></place> the afternoon of Monday, September 10, 2001. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">I rarely traveled to <city w:st="on"><place w:st="on">Manhattan</place></city>. Every other time I did manage a trip, it seemed some calamity would befall the town. For instance, on a visit in August 1999, the subway system flooded after an unexpected deluge of rain courtesy Hurricane Dennis—the Menace. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">But, serendipitously, a meeting with a top city official I had told a client I could set up </span><i style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">sometime in the fall</i><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> was suddenly of great interest and when I called to set it up, we picked September 10th. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">So, a</span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> week after Labor Day, I boarded an Amtrak train bound for </span><state style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;" w:st="on">New York</state><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> City just before noon to arrive in time for my 5 p.m. appointment. The meeting would take place just a few blocks from the still-standing </span><place style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;" w:st="on"><placename w:st="on">Twin</placename> <placetype w:st="on">Towers</placetype></place><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">. Afterwards, I was going to have dinner with my friend John, and fully intended to return to </span><state style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;" w:st="on">Washington</state><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> on 9/11. </span><span style="font-family: "georgia";">But, after my 3 p.m. arrival in Penn Station, </span><i style="font-family: Georgia;">nothing </i><span style="font-family: "georgia";">went as planned. I just couldn’t seem to catch a break.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Exiting the train station, I decided to walk from 34th Street to my hotel in Midtown. I love New York and its jam-packed sidewalks teaming with pedestrians</span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">—and relished the opportunity to soak in the city color. As a struggling writer, I relished saving money, too</span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">—in this case, the cab fare. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia";">As I walked, rain-threatening clouds soon gathered, quickly turning ominously darker, sending me scurrying to reach my hotel before the skies burst. But, a torrential downpour soon forced me to run for cover inside a restaurant.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">About ten to four, I <i>finally</i> reached my destination. I was staying at the Chemists’ Club on 45th Street through my membership at Washington</span><span style="font-family: "georgia";">’s historic City Tavern Club (frequented by George Washington, Thomas Jefferson and John Adams). But, no sooner did I begin settling into my room, than I discovered, to my dismay, that the air conditioning was broken</span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">—necessitating a call to maintenance. They came right away; so, of course, I couldn</span><span style="font-family: "georgia"; font-size: 15.4px;">’</span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 15.4px;">t get ready for my appointment. </span><span style="font-size: 15.4px;"> </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia";">Clearly, on-time arrival for my 5 p.m. wasn’t going to happen. </span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 15.4px;">So I called the official—an old friend— impressively ensconced in his penthouse suite in the shadow of the Twin Towers, hoping to reschedule for early the next morning. He told me to come when I could—he was working late and was flexible. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Shortly after 5 p.m., finally on my way, I hustled</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia";"> down 45th Street to Grand Central Station, and braved more driving rains—this time aided by a helpful New Yorker. Then, I endured the passengers-packed-in-like-sardines-in-a-can subway experience. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia";">But, it was all worth it: Exiting the Wall Street station, I saw—with my naked eye, <i>for the first time in my life</i>—that heroic statue of George Washington heralding the New York Stock Exchange. How impressive! The whole scene captured my imagination for a brief transfixing moment—before more rain and my impending appointment yanked me back to reality. A reality that put me on track to arrive an hour late—6 p.m.!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia";">It was a lovely appointment in which we reminisced about the good old days: we had met at the Reagan-Bush Midterm Reunion in 1982! And, he was very helpful as to the business purpose of my visit—authorizing a $2500 seed grant by the time the appointment wrapped at 6:30 p.m.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia";">After saying goodbye, I was, of course, <i>blissfully unaware</i> as I exited the building, how blessed I was that, in spite of <i>all the obstacles</i>, we had not rescheduled for the morning of 9/11. Such a plan would likely have put me either on the subway, approaching Wall Street, as the terrorists slammed 747s into the North Tower, or outside looking up in horror at the towering inferno—this time running for cover not from rain but falling debris. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">But, all these <i>“what ifs”</i> were now non-existent. I had had my appointment. Now, it was onto the business of soaking in more awe-inspiring sights, if not more rain—<i>on my own.</i> You see, John, the one I was due to have dinner with, was taking his <i>good old time</i> returning from his country estate on Lake George—so depressed was he over his mounting stock market losses.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Walking along <place w:st="on">Lower Manhattan</place>, I soon stumbled onto a now-shuttered restaurant at the top of <i>14 Wall Street</i>, J.P. Morgan’s old apartment, and followed the labyrinthine passages to the top. Entering the restaurant, the view of the beautiful <i>Statue of Liberty</i> standing majestically out in the harbor, was overwhelming. Little wonder J.P. Morgan chose this space as his living quarters! </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia";">As I gazed upon this powerful symbol and essence of American Democracy from that lofty perch, September 10th, I had no doubt, was an evening <i>I would never forget</i>.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: xx-small; line-height: 1.4;">It was closed for three years after 9/11, </span><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: xx-small; line-height: 1.4;">and was not completely open until 2009.</span></td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia";">But, it couldn’t last for long—especially since I was by myself. So, stepping off cloud 9, I departed, heading back down the labyrinthine passageways. </span><span style="font-family: "georgia"; font-size: 15.4px;">Once outside, I made my way back to the Wall Street subway—amidst, you guessed it, the rain.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia";">Arriving at Grand Central Station, the co</span><span style="font-family: "georgia";">ntinuing driving rains made it impossible for me to walk the few blocks along 45th Street back to the Chemists</span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">’ Club. But, as I had experienced earlier, my walk back to the Club was again eased by the hospitality of a wonderful New Yorker</span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">—this time an investment banker from Switzerland named Pierre, who had worked in the city for 15 years.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia";">As he dropped me off at the Club, I expressed heartfelt appreciation and, smiling warmly, he exhorted to me, “Now say nice things about New Yorkers.” Pierre’s statement—prescient, even omniscient—echoed in my mind after the September 11th attacks, after which</span><span style="font-family: "georgia"; font-size: 15.4px;"> all anyone had to say about New Yorkers in the immediate aftermath was of the most positive, affirmative nature.</span><span style="font-size: 15.4px;"> </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia";">he morning of September 11th, the bright sun warmly bathed the city and clear blue sky cheered the heart. I woke up about 8:30 a.m., having stayed up late the night before <i>meticulously planning</i> the next day’s complicated and busy itinerary.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia";">When I groggily arrived in the Chemist Club lounge around 9 a.m. for a much-needed cup of coffee, local news was covering a story—a seeming replay, I thought, of my August 1999 visit, highlighting yet another emergency caused by the city’s aging infrastructure. </span><span style="font-family: "georgia"; font-size: 15.4px;">But, a coffee sip later, I awoke to the tragic reality unfolding before my eyes and that of the gathering crowd in that little lounge. A plane had crashed into one of the </span><place style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 15.4px;" w:st="on"><placename w:st="on">Twin</placename> <placetype w:st="on">Towers</placetype></place><span style="font-family: "georgia"; font-size: 15.4px;">—the North Tower—shortly before 9 a.m.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia";">Within minutes, a second plane crashed into the <place w:st="on"><placename w:st="on">South</placename> <placetype w:st="on">Tower</placetype></place>. </span><span style="font-family: "georgia"; font-size: 15.4px;">Everyone watched the unfolding drama, witnessing—along with the rest of the world—those two iconic skyscrapers transformed into towering infernos. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia";">As the minutes ticked away, the tension rose concerning the fate of these world famous buildings and, more importantly, everyone inside of them. Then, at 9:59 a.m., our worst fears were realized as the <place w:st="on"><placename w:st="on">South</placename> <placetype w:st="on">Tower</placetype></place> collapsed—less than an hour after being hit.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia";">Stunned silence gave way to more tension and more apprehension, as we waited and watched—the seemingly inevitable coming at 10:28 a.m., when the North Tower collapsed. It had been burning for 102 minutes.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia";">Both towers had collapsed like sandcastles on the beach children petulantly destroy. Only now, the attackers were no innocents but rather twisted terrorists intent on destroying the symbols of American wealth at the heart of our financial empire.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia";">hat afternoon, I joined my friend John atop his building at 57th and Park as we sat somberly watching in the distance smoke billow up from <place w:st="on">Lower Manhattan</place>. It was surreal. <city w:st="on"><place w:st="on">New York City</place></city> was soon reduced to a near ghost town.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia";"><span style="color: #222222;">Later than evening at </span><i style="color: #222222;">Elaine’s, </i><span style="color: #222222;">John and I witnessed another incredible scene at this “bastion of artists and liberal </span><place style="color: #222222;" w:st="on">Upper East Side</place><span style="color: #222222;"> aristocracy,” as he described it, frequented by the likes of Woody Allen, George Plimpton, Michael Cain, and others. Conservative Republicans generally and President George W. Bush, in particular, were a breed apart—as incompatible as Texas oil to their creative water at </span><i style="color: #222222;">Elaine’s, </i><a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2011/05/18/nyregion/elaines-legendary-new-york-hangout-to-close.html" style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="color: #b45f06;">recently shuttered</span></a><span style="color: #222222;">, in the wake of the owner, Elaine Kaufman</span></span><span style="color: #222222;">’s </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; font-family: "georgia";">death</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; font-family: "georgia";">. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia";"><br /></span><span style="font-family: "georgia";">Yet, as President Bush addressed the nation and the world on television twelve hours after the terrorist attacks, customers in </span><i style="font-family: Georgia;">Elaine’s</i><span style="font-family: "georgia";"> immediately began hushing everyone to “Be quiet, be quiet!,” so anxious were they to listen, intent on hearing his every word. You could </span><i style="font-family: Georgia;">literally</i><span style="font-family: "georgia";"> hear a pin drop—unheard of for liberal </span><i style="font-family: Georgia;">Elaine’s.</i><span style="font-family: "georgia";"> </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia";">In spite of the huge attack earlier in the day—some 3,000 souls lost, impacting their families and the surviving rescue workers—John recently noted how “life went on for almost everyone else.” </span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 15.4px;">It was true—at least for the moment. There we were at </span><i style="font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif; font-size: 15.4px;">Elaine’s</i><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 15.4px;"> enjoying a delicious steak dinner at the Woody Allen table, as Elaine, her usual gracious self, was playing her nightly role: den mother, leading lady of society, and, most importantly, guardian the Upper East Side Café Society.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia";">Then there was the reality that no restaurants were open in the immediate aftermath—except the wonderful Jewish Delis. There, I shared stories with stranded visitors like myself, including a grounded airline pilot from <country -region="-region" w:st="on"><place w:st="on">Australia</place></country>, as well as shell-shocked New Yorkers like Al Sarnoff, the nephew of David Sarnoff, founder of NBC, who, coincidentally, knew a friend of mine, TV programming legend <a href="https://interviews.televisionacademy.com/interviews/michael-dann">Mike Dann</a>. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia";">The next day, starting at <em>Liberty & Broadway,</em> I did a few “man on the street” interviews<em> </em>and soon rediscovered the truth that <country -region="-region" w:st="on"><place w:st="on">America</place></country>’s wealth lies in her people.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia";">Two telephone technicians, Thomas and Joe, were working diligently to extend communications cut off by the attack. They talked with me, my tape-recorder rolling, in front of <i>Old St. Paul’s Church</i> steps from Ground Zero. </span><span style="font-family: "georgia";">(Miraculously, St. Paul</span><span style="font-family: "georgia";">’</span><span style="font-family: "georgia";">s </span><span style="font-family: "georgia";">had sustained no damage whatsoever.)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia";">“Everyone,” said Thomas “is still in shock.” He reported that his close friend, an FDNY firefighter in Ladder 10 a few blocks away, had died—his body just recovered the previous week. “There wasn’t much left of him,” he said—DNA providing essential proof of his identity. Asked if it helped knowing their friends died “in the line of duty,” they both chimed in that it was “small consolation.” </span><span style="font-family: "georgia";">But, in fact, their heroism was<i> great consolation</i>. As Joe said, “The firefighters (like cops)—they run in, they don’t care, they take their job with real heart…You got to have a big heart to be a firefighter—no matter where you are.”</span> </div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia";">In a nearby coffee shop, workers for Blackman Moring Steamatic (BMS) Catastrophe Restoration shared their perspective. BMS’s catastrophe division had opened in 1981 to help restore large commercial loss and was now the premier contractor for large loss insurers. But, in all those years, they had never seen anything like the 9/11 World Trade Center d</span><span style="font-family: "georgia";">isaster: “Property loss is one thing.” But, the loss of so many lives—“incomprehensible!”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia";">Next on my spontaneous itinerary was a visit to <i>Our Lady of Victory Church, </i>where I spoke with Fr. Peter Gnanashekar. </span><span style="font-family: "georgia"; font-size: 15.4px;">The morning of September 11th</span><span style="font-family: "georgia"; font-size: 15.4px;"> at 8:47 a.m., he said, “time seemed to stand still.” </span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 15.4px;">While assisting at mass he said he heard a “big sound” after which a man, covered in debris, rushed in to report the attack followed by someone reporting a man, covered in blood, had dragged himself to the Church, seeking the Last Rites. Fr. Peter’s colleague, Father Andrew Cieszkowksi, immediately administered the sacrament to this man, who had been struck by flying debris. He was, said Fr. Peter, Ground Zero’s first visible victim.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14pt;">A year ago, I attended the 102<sup>nd</sup> anniversary celebration of President Ronald Reagan’s birth at Eureka College after penning </span><a href="http://www.forbes.com/sites/maryclairekendall/2013/02/06/ronald-reagans-heart-two-emotional-landmarks/"><span style="background-color: #fff9ee; color: #222222; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 19px; line-height: 26.133333206176758px;">“</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14pt;">Ronald Reagan</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 19px;">’s</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14pt;"> Heart: Two Emotional Landmarks.</span><span style="background-color: #fff9ee; color: #222222; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 19px; line-height: 26.133333206176758px;">”</span></a><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14pt;"> (See below.) </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14pt;">His son Michael described the college as </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14pt;">about </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14pt;">the size of a “postage stamp” </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14pt;">last night at a 103</span><sup style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">rd </sup><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14pt;">anniversary </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14pt;">celebration
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14pt;">by the Reagan Alumni Association. </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14pt;">Indeed, </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14pt;">it is—exemplifying, Michael said, his humble roots. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14pt;">On this morning, a year ago, I was
wrapping up a meeting with a key legislator in Springfield, Illinois, seeking
support to save<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span>Reagan’s Chicago
home on the South Side—another illustration of just how humble Reagan’s roots
were. This legislator told me he had grown up a virtual orphan and Reagan had been a father figure for him. He said he would do what he could.</span><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14pt;">Of course,<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><a href="http://friendsofpresidentreaganschicagohome.blogspot.com/">the home was
demolished. </a>But not the larger cause, the most important emotional landmark, which Reagan fought so hard for.
The work of Major General Paul E. Vallely (US Army Ret), Chairman, Stand
Up America, about which I wrote in<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><a href="http://www.standupamericaus.org/breaking-news/what-would-duke-do-asks-gen-paul-vallely/"><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">this piece</span></a></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14pt;">, fittingly published
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">As Reagan always said, “It can be
done!” </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">But, it is often quite difficult, as this </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">other towering figure, <a href="http://www.forbes.com/sites/maryclairekendall/2013/12/12/a-man-for-all-seasons-lord-nicholas-windsor-royal-patron-christian-heritage-centre/">St. Thomas More, born on this day in </a></span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.forbes.com/sites/maryclairekendall/2013/12/12/a-man-for-all-seasons-lord-nicholas-windsor-royal-patron-christian-heritage-centre/">1478</a></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;">, is a testament to.</span></div>
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When former President Ronald Reagan visited his birthplace in Tampico, <a href="http://www.forbes.com/places/il/" style="color: #666666;">Illinois</a> on May 10, 1992, this tender-hearted, consummate gentleman, fast-fading with enveloping Alzheimers, wept, said curator Joan Johnson, as he laid eyes on the bed, where his mother Nelle had labored for many difficult hours, before giving birth to him on February 6, 1911.</div>
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His father Jack, Reagan later recounted, quipped right after his birth, “For such a little bit of a fat Dutchman, he makes a lot of noise doesn’t he?” His mother, though weak, beamed, “I think he’s perfectly wonderful.” Both the endearing name and positive opinion stuck.</div>
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Today, all of us who came to understand how “perfectly wonderful” Ronald Wilson “Dutch” Reagan was, celebrate his birthday, hearts overflowing with gratitude for this giant of American history—the only president born and bred in Illinois.</div>
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After four years in Tampico, the family moved to <a href="http://www.forbes.com/places/il/chicago/" style="color: #666666;">Chicago</a>’s South Side—a culture shock for Reagan’s dad, who began drinking more heavily. But, there was a silver lining. It was only because of Jack Reagan’s drinking habit that conservative commentator Tom Roeser, was, years later, in talking with President Reagan, able to pinpoint the exact site of the president’s Chicago home—on southwest corner of the <a href="http://www.forbes.com/colleges/university-of-chicago/" style="color: #666666;">University of Chicago</a>, located diametrically opposite President <a href="http://www.forbes.com/profile/barack-obama/" style="color: #666666;">Barack Obama</a>’s Hyde Park home on the northeast corner.</div>
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In Tampico, the population was less than 1000. There the Reagans lived in a spacious six-room rented second-floor apartment above a bakery from September 1906 to May 1911 while Jack worked across the street at Pitney General Store. Shortly after Dutch’s birth, his father was promoted from merchandiser to manager and the family rented a large house around the corner, where they lived until December 15, 1914.</div>
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When Mr. Pitney sold his store, Jack scrambled for employment and landed a job at Marshall Field’s Mayfair Annex near the University of Chicago. Right after the first of the year the family moved to Chicago, population 2.2 million, where Jack and Nelle chose another flat with six rooms—an architectural feature unique to Illinois, and particularly Chicago, that gives an apartment the feel of a house.</div>
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As with Tampico’s “Main Street Historic District,” in 1982, the South Side neighborhood in which the Reagan’s home at 832 E. 57<sup>th</sup> Street resided, was listed on the National Register of Historic Places, in 1986. As Jack Spicer, Chair of the Hyde Park Historical Society’s Historic Preservation Committee, said, paraphrasing, “It is the finest remaining example of what was once a solid and working and middle-class black neighborhood.”(<em>Chicago Sun-Times</em>, February 6, 2011)</div>
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Like the birthplace, the Hyde Park home was the scene of memories that tapped a deep well of emotion in President Reagan, evidenced by his reaction upon Mayor Jane Byrne presenting a photo of the home to him in September 1981, six months after the assassination attempt. His eyes became misty, showing a hint of tears, as he absorbed all the memories of his time living there—like when four-year-old Dutch and his six-year-old brother Neil, nicknamed “Moon,” would go to White City, an amusement park a mile from their home, laden with freshly made popcorn they would sell to amusement park patrons to help supplement the family income, increasingly diminished because of Jack’s drinking habit.</div>
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As some might have heard, the home now hangs in the balance as the city and university decide whether to spare it from being demolished—and if spared, how to honor President Reagan’s memory there. (No, it’s not true the block on which the home sits will be transformed into a parking garage for the Obama library.)</div>
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Our hope is that President Reagan’s memory will be honored in a big way on the site of the planned 240-bed hospital facility—right across the street from The Center for Care and Discovery, featuring state-of-the-art Alzheimer’s Research.</div>
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But, it will take money and lots of it toward which end the Friends of President Reagan’s Chicago Home, Inc., founded by a group of devoted Reaganauts in December, incorporated just three short weeks ago, are determined to do what it takes.</div>
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The ideal would be, working with the university, to transform the home into a museum and center that elegantly showcases President Reagan’s historic presidency, as well as his roots, with the apartment restored to its 1915 splendor, while at the same time, perfectly complementing the mission of the university’s Center for Care and Discovery. And, that’s where we hope to get particularly creative.</div>
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In so doing, this Chicago home, where little Dutch was being prepared for greatness, would complete “The Reagan Trail” of homes where the only president born and bred in Illinois grew up—a president who died of Alzheimer’s, a cure for which, in the ultimate irony of history, might be found on the very site where Reagan’s first and most vivid memories were formed.</div>
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<em>UPDATE: The Ronald Reagan Birthplace in Tampico reached their fundraising goal to finance the statue they had commissioned, showing</em><em> three-year old “Dutch” Reagan playing on a Civil War cannon as he did so often when growing up in Tampico. It was </em><em>placed in Reagan Park (formerly Railroad Park) in October 2013. See </em><a href="http://www.reaganstatue.org/" style="color: #666666;"><em>www.reaganstatue.org</em></a><em>.</em></div>
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Mary Claire Kendallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17488498616555449660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084673526944686250.post-39480002997758717112014-01-22T18:30:00.011-08:002021-10-10T20:10:05.528-07:00Heavenly Review of "William 'Bill' Walton: A Charmed Life" by Glenda A. Bixler<div class="MsoNormal">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14pt;">What an incredible, awesome, breathtaking <a href="http://gabixlerreviews-bookreadersheaven.blogspot.com/2014/01/william-bill-walton-charmed-life.html">review by Glenda A. Bixler</a> of <i><a href="http://www.amazon.com/William-Bill-Walton-Charmed-Life/dp/0828325006">William ‘Bill’ Walton: A Charmed Life</a></i>,
which it was my privilege to transform in 2012-2013, landing the publisher to
boot! (Probably my friend <a href="http://ehfop.typepad.com/the_ernest_hemingway_foun/2012/11/redd-griffin-1938-2012.html">Redd
Griffin’s</a> intervention from heaven—both the publisher and this, ahem,
heavenly review. Redd was the one who introduced me to the author, Mary Hackett,
married to Bill’s nephew Jack, who was such a delight to work with.)
In fact, Bixler’s blog is dubbed “Book Reader’s Heaven.” That nails it.
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"Bill" Walton: </span></i></b><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">A Charmed Life</span></i></b></span></div>
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<div style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;"><b>A writer will always write and when William </b><b style="line-height: 1.4;">Walton went to report on many activities </b><b style="line-height: 1.4;">in Europe, he also wrote letters home </b><b style="line-height: 1.4;">to his family. He had always thought of </b><b style="line-height: 1.4;">writing his own biography, but thankfully, </b><b style="line-height: 1.4;">the family, and, in particular his sister-in-law </b><b style="line-height: 1.4;">Mary Hackett saw that his letters could be </b><b style="line-height: 1.4;">turned into one of the most interesting </b><b style="line-height: 1.4;">books sharing American history from </b><b style="line-height: 1.4;">a journalist's viewpoint...</b></div>
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<b>Those who will want to travel with him into the war years will certainly have the opportunity. I think the thing that made the</b></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 12px; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000;"><b>As he stood, he surveyed the once peaceful<br />and picturesque rural area of Normandy,<br />looking in horror at the blight that blanketed<br />the land: houses and barns now riddled with<br />holes; trees reduced to scattered fragments;<br />equipment smashed to pieces. Bill said the<br />fate of the dairy herds, one of the war's<br />signature images, was even worse--stinking<br />black and white cows, sometimes one lonely<br />cow, often scores, lying lifeless in fields.<br />It was a disheartening scene, one that he<br />could not have imagined...Most of Bill's<br />exposure to war had been viewed from an<br />aircraft flying high over a city, not on the<br />ground where up-close images of<br />extensive carnage and flattened structures<br />were forever seared in his memory.<br />~~~</b></span></td></tr>
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<b><br /></b><b>But not all was about </b><b>the war... Bill became close friends with Ernest Hemingway and his wife Martha Gellhorn, shown at the left...Hemingway even saved Bill's life, but there were many times for social gatherings as well.</b></div>
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<b style="font-size: 15px;"><br /></b><b><span style="font-size: 15px;">One personal interest caught my attention--Bill was there when the most wanted gangster, John Dillinger was killed, and rode with his body to the Cook County morgue. {Me, I'm related to the Dillingers and had a John Dillinger in my family who always got picked on--LOL} Bill..</span>.<span style="color: #990000;">"noticed that Dillinger must, at some point, have attempted to fie or burn his hands in an effort to eliminate identifying fingerprints...This reporting coup gave Bill his first national recognition. His byline, "by William Walton," would soon begin to appear in many more publications..."</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: 15px;">Another little tidbit I enjoyed was that when, in June 1946, Bill stood to receive an honorary degree he gave a little [payback] speech... </span><span style="color: #990000;">"he noticed that most of the faculty seated before him were those who had voted to kick him out almost 20 years earlier...At the end of his speech, to express his displeasure with the school's heavy-handed discipline so many years before, he turned his backside to the assembled crowd and bowed. Later, he commented to his family, "There was a very nice shape to that!" </span><span style="color: #990000; font-size: xx-small;"> </span></b><b style="font-size: 15px;">To me, that's why we enjoy reading about people's lives, don't we?!</b></div>
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<b><br /></b><b>I became fascinated with Walton's love of the outdoors and his painting activities, which became a little more well known when Bill became friends with John F. Kennedy and his family to carry through even to helping with the arrangements for his burial. There is quite a bit covering that time and his friendship with Jackie afterward Kennedy's death. "(1949-1960)"</b></div>
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<b><br /></b><b><i>Life</i>, for whom he had also worked, took his friendship with Kennedy to write an article about his paintings. in "Life" in 1961. At first when you read somebody is an artist and a friend of Ernest Hemingway, et. al., don't you just wonder where somebody gets all that talent, LOL! I don't know about you, but you must begin to admire this man, don't you think?!</b></div>
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<b style="line-height: 20.79px;"><br /></b><b style="line-height: 20.79px;">On the other hand, of course, there are not too many Americans who cannot cite Kennedy's </b><b style="line-height: 20.79px;">last line: "Ask not what your country can do for you--ask what you can do for your country."</b><span style="line-height: 20.79px;"> </span><b style="line-height: 20.79px;">That night the overture <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=PjsvuHQqjE8">"From Sea to Shining Sea"</a> was played for the first time in public...</b></div>
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Mary Claire Kendallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17488498616555449660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084673526944686250.post-53199359080017912382012-11-21T13:45:00.003-08:002021-10-07T19:38:22.388-07:00Redd Griffin & Reagan's Chicago Home<i>My friend Redd Griffin of Oak Park, who was my mentor on Hemingway,<a href="http://www.forbes.com/sites/maryclairekendall/2013/07/08/hemingway-transformed-95-years-later/"> about whom I'm writing</a>, sent me the article below on October 29, 2012, as he worked to save Reagan's Chicago home. He wanted to know what I thought. Was the article compelling? Did I think it would encourage people to rally behind the cause? He had worked tenaciously for over a year to bring attention locally to the impending demolition of Reagan's Chicago home and had reached out to me for help in the effort to save it. That Reagan was four when he lived there, a most formative time, and formed his first memories and had such character-shaping experiences there, sold me. </i><br />
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<i>Redd died suddenly of a heart attack on November 20.</i><br />
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<i>Aftermath</i><br />
<i>On November 30, I was scheduled to go to Chicago and Oak Park, Illinois for what was supposed to be an entirely Hemingway-focused weekend. But, it soon became a Reagan-focused weekend, as well, starting with a visit to Reagan's birthplace in Tampico on December 1, and ending with a visit to Hemingway's birthplace in Oak Park on December 2. En route back to Midway Airport, I saw a young African-American woman on the L, with rotting teeth, and my heart went out. Reagan's philosophy, properly understood and reflected, holds such promise for those like that woman who suffer great poverty. </i><i>I soon </i><i>picked up Redd's cause, with that young woman and others like her in mind, founding the national organization, <a href="http://friendsofpresidentreaganschicagohome.blogspot.com/">Friends of President Reagan's Chicago Home</a>, which we incorporated in the State of Illinois on January 16, 2013, with the idea of establishing a center and museum on the site of his home, celebrating what Reagan stood for, really -- not as it's reflected through a filter of liberal bias. </i><br />
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<i>The home</i><i> was demolished on April 4, 2013 by the University of Chicago after the City of Chicago refused to landmark it. </i><br />
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<i> - Mary Claire Kendall, President, <a href="http://friendsofpresidentreaganschicagohome.blogspot.com/">Friends of President Reagan's Chicago Home</a></i><br />
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Before Barack Obama,
only one U.S. President had called Chicago his home. As a boy Ronald
Reagan lived on the first floor of this Hyde Park building.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 13.5pt;">The Reagans moved into
their apartment in January 1915. They’d come to the city from the
western Illinois village of Tampico. Jack Reagan, the father, got a job
selling shoes in the Loop. His wife Nelle stayed home with the two boys,
6-year-old Neil and little Ron—called “Dutch”—who was going on 4.</span></div>
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Chicago was a few blocks to the east, but the area where the Reagans settled
wasn’t fashionable. Nor was the building—their flat was lighted by a single
gas lamp, which operated when a quarter was deposited in a timer. They
probably picked the location for its easy access to the Cottage Grove streetcar
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Tampico, Chicago was a brave new world for Dutch Reagan. He was excited
to see all the people and activity. When a horse drawn fire engine
clanged by his apartment window, he decided there could be no finer profession
than being a Chicago fireman.</span></div><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Dutch. He came down with bronchial pneumonia and nearly died. A
neighbor brought over a set of lead soldiers for the boy to play with, and they
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a drinker, which didn’t help the family finances... </span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">For entire article </span><a href="http://www.wbez.org/blogs/john-r-schmidt/2012-05/ronald-reagans-chicago-home-98605" style="font-size: 13.5pt;">click here</a><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">UNKNOWN CHICAGO SOURCES:
Reagan,</span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"> </span><i><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">An American Life</span></i><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"> </span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">(1990); Morris,</span><i><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"> </span></i><i><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Dutch</span></i><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"> </span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">(1999). <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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