Sunday, April 26, 2009

A TRIBUTE TO ALL WHO SERVED

Dear Friends,
Realizing that I am not much of a writer, and much less of a poet, I have nonetheless attempted to create a tribute to all who have served in the U.S. Air Force Security Service (regardless of time or place), or its subsequent command names, i.e., the Air Force Electronic Security Command, the Air Intelligence Agency, or the Air Force Intelligence, Surveilance and Reconnaissance Agency.
I hope that you will feel free to share this poem with whomever you so desire. The only thing that I would request is that this poem not be used for personal profit or personal gain, and that it not be used in such a way that would bring discredit or dishonor to the U.S. Air Force, the U.S. Air Force Security Service (or its subsequent command names), or the men and women who so proudly served and gave of themselves to the U.S. Air Force and the Air Force Security Service.
Your Friend and Fellow "Silent Warrior",
Bob Armistead
HERE LIES A SILENT WARRIOR

We served in silence, never breathing a word
Of the things we’d seen, or that which we’d heard.
We worked by a code that few have ever known,
And we served in countries that were far from home.

We left all our friends and families behind
To perform the work to which we were assigned.
We manned our positions – every hour of every day.
Our work never stopped, and we never did sway.

We did all that was asked and we did it with pride;
We stood shoulder to shoulder and worked side by side.
If I’m ever asked, “Would you do it again?”
I’d just smile and say, “How soon can I begin?”

The time which I’ve served, I’ll never regret,
And the men whom I’ve known, I’ll never forget.
Now time has passed and our hair has turned gray,
And our ranks are thinning with each passing day.

So when my bell tolls for the final time,
And the echoes fade from the very last chime,
And my eyes are closed and I’ve been laid to rest,
Just be assured that I’ve served with the best.

Please drape my coffin with the American Flag
And on top of my casket lay out my dog tag.
With my dog tag as my I.D. and the Flag as my shroud,
I’ll go to my grave...an American...and still proud!

I’ll trek to that place to join all the others,
My comrades in arms: My sisters, my brothers.
I’ll be with my friends who have gone on before
And are waiting for me beyond Death’s door.

So, when I’m gone, shed no tears for me,
For I’ve died as I’ve lived – an American and Free!
And once I’ve traveled to my eternal home,
Just carve the following on my gravestone:

“HERE LIES A SILENT WARRIOR”

A MILESTONE...OF SORTS!

Dear Friends,
Well, my blog has reached a milestone of sorts...as of today, I have had exactly 1000 hits on my blog. I think that it is interesting, however, to note that just over half of the 1000 hits have come from outside of the United States. That tells me there has been a substantial amount of interest generated in other countries about my blog. I hope there will continue to be interest in my blog as I prepare to make numerous updates in the coming days and weeks ahead. Stay tuned!
Your Friend and Fellow "Silent Warrior",
Bob (Midget) Armistead

Saturday, December 20, 2008

A CHARLIE FLIGHT CHRISTMAS

Dear Friends,

When I was trying to think of a way to wish all of my friends a "Merry Christmas", I suddenly found myself writing a poem of sorts...oh, it's not a totally original poem (I'm not that creative). I took the poem, " TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS", changed the title and took many liberties with the poem itself. The end result was, "A CHARLIE FLIGHT CHRISTMAS". I hope you like it, and that it brings a smile to your face. And, whether you served on Crete when I was there or during a different time, or perhaps not at all, may I take this moment to wish all of you a very "Merry Christmas", and may God bless us all!

Your Friend and Fellow "Silent Warrior",

Bob (Midget) Armistead



A CHARLIE FLIGHT CHRISTMAS

‘Twas the mid before Christmas and all through the pound,
Those dits and dahs were making a helluva sound!
I sat at my position, my eye lids a saggin
The guy next to me was barfin’...the next one was gaggin’.

We’d all been to a party – had one helluva time.
We all drank raki...and chased it with wine.
There were no sugarplums that danced in our heads.
We were all so hung over, we wished we were dead!

With eyes that were crossed and mouths that were droolin
We sat at our racks...no one were we foolin’.
Our eyes were blood shot, our speech was all slurred;
We couldn’t walk straight and our vision was blurred!

The linguists were listening - all snug at their receivers
While trying to act busy like drunk little beavers.
They sipped on their coffee as black as cow dung.
They couldn’t understand their own native tongue!

Greg and Jack watched the X-2’s and kept them in check,
Most of them looked like they’d been in a wreck!
Their clothes were disheveled; their hair was a mess.
None of them was sober...or so I would guess.

Up front the maps hung from the ceiling with care
While analysts tracked jets that weren’t even there.
They typed up reports that no one could read,
And their eyes were so red they had started to bleed.

I sat at my typewriter and searched for the keys.
My head was a noddin’. Man, I needed some zzz’s.
When suddenly up front there arose such a clatter,
I sprang to my feet and listened to the chatter.

With headsets still on I raced toward the front;
When my patchcord ran out I let out a grunt.
My feet flew up and I came down with a crash,
And to my surprise I landed flat on my ass!

Just then the doors opened and all became quiet
And in stepped Santa to hush that damn riot.
He was dressed in fatigues, white hair and a beard,
Combat boots and M-16. Man, he sure looked weird!

He said not a word but went straight to each rack.
And gave every airman a present right from his sack.
To some he gave whiskey and others got beer,
Some got cigarettes or other holiday cheer.

But to all who were there and witnessed that sight,
There was only one gift we all wanted that night:
To be back with our families and all of our friends.
Santa promised next year to work toward those ends.

We went back to our racks, and without a sound,
Santa walked out the door and left the compound.
He climbed in his jeep and zoomed out of sight,
All the time waving and shouting, “Merry Christmas, Charlie Flight”!

Friday, August 29, 2008

KHOULES & THE CHURCH OF ST. TITUS












UPPER LEFT PHOTO: The Venetian Fortress, Khoules, in the Heraklion harbor.
UPPER RIGHT PHOTO: The Church of Saint Titus at night in Heraklion.

Saturday, August 23, 2008

GREEK FRIENDS I'VE MADE













UPPER LEFT PHOTO: Popi Mavrakis (L) and Bob Armistead (R). Popi had a small taverna down on the beach where she served cold drinks, sandwiches, and ice cream to the beach-goers. I would go down to her taverna almost every day and have a cold Mythos or two...or three.
UPPER RIGHT PHOTO: George Stamataki (L) and Bob Armistead (R). George was one of the kindest and nicest men that I have ever had the pleasure of meeting. George is the owner of the Marirena Hotel and the Dionysus Taverna (Restaurant). He allowed me to use his internet access to make entries on my blog, and to keep in touch with family and friends back in the USA via E-Mail.











UPPER LEFT PHOTO: Maria (L) and Bob Armistead (R). Maria worked at the Marirena Hotel and the Dionysus Taverna (Restaurant). Maria would bring me coffee or a coke almost every morning, and in the afternoon would serve me at the Dionysus Taverna (Restaurant).
UPPER RIGHT PHOTO: Mania and Bob Armistead. Mania worked at the Chrystalis Jewelry shop which is owned by Irini Stamataki, daughter of George Stamataki. Mania and Irini were always eager to help me with my pronounciation of Greek words, suggest new words to help widen my Greek vocabulary, and tell me of places which might be of interest to visit. Both were two of the nicest Greek ladies I met while on Crete.
NOTE: Two Greek friends whose photos I failed to have taken with me before I left Crete were Irini Stamataki, owner of the Chrystalis Jewelry Shop, and Emmanuel (Manoli) who was the late afternoon and evening waiter at the Dionysus Taverna (Restaurant). I saw both Irini and Emmanuel almost on a daily basis, and I consider both of them to be good friends of mine.

Thursday, August 21, 2008

Chania & Agios Nikolaos (St. Nicholas)


















UPPER LEFT PHOTO: The lighthouse at the harbor in Chania.
UPPER RIGHT PHOTO: Small boy poses with a python around his neck at the harbor in Chania.


















UPPER LEFT PHOTO: Mosque-like architecture at the harbor in Chania.
UPPER RIGHT PHOTO: The bell and tower at the old Catholic Church near the harbor in Chania.



















UPPER LEFT PHOTO: Interior shot of the old Catholic Church near the harbor in Chania.
UPPER RIGHT PHOTO: Harbor and village of Agios Nikolaos (St. Nicholas, facing northeast)














UPPER LEFT PHOTO: Marina and harbor in the village of Agios Nikolaos (St. Nicholas, facing east and slightly south)

Sunday, August 10, 2008

NEW PHOTOS...ADDITIONAL COMMENTS

Dear Friends,

I have some more photos taken on Crete which I have not yet posted, but I hope to do so within a week or perhaps less. I also intend to post some additional commentaries in the coming days or weeks as well. So...stay tuned...and, as always,

Take care, stay well, and let me hear from you.

Your Friend and Fellow “Silent Warrior”,

Bob (Midget) Armistead