Archive for May 26, 2008

Lodge 12: Arrowhead Chapter Issues

Posted in NE-4C Lodges, Nentico 12 by Dave Scocca on May 26th, 2008 at 7:00 am

A set of chapter issues from Arrowhead Chapter of Nentico Lodge #12; like the Chesapeake issue of my last post, these are not brand-new but have not previously been documented. There are four arrowhead-shaped patches, all with button loops. Three have a white background and indicate “Ordeal”, “Brotherhood”, and “Vigil”; the fourth has a light gray background and says “Staff”.

The “Staff” patch is distinct from the already-listed A2 in two key ways: the background is light gray (instead of white) and the term “Lodge 12″ is ghosted (instead of red).

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"We've been tempted to believe that society has become too complex to be managed by self-rule, that government by an elite group is superior to government for, by, and of the people. Well, if no one among us is capable of government himself, then who among us has the capacity to govern someone else?"
Ronald Reagan


Memorial Day

Posted in Current Events by John E. Pannell on May 26th, 2008 at 12:02 am

A friend recently sent this to me.   I’m sure it’s all over the internet and has probably been emailed thousands of times.  Still, I think it worth sharing here.   There is also a personal connection here, I’ll share later in this message.

“You’ve probably seen the bumper sticker somewhere along the road. It depicts an American flag, accompanied by the words ‘These colors don’t run.’ I’m always glad to see this because it reminds me of an incident from my confinement in North Vietnam… Then a major in the U.S. Air Force, I had been captured and imprisoned from 1967 to 1973. Our treatment had been frequently brutal. After three years, however, the beatings and torture became less frequent. During the last year, we were allowed outside most days for a couple of minutes to bathe. We showered by drawing water from a concrete tank with a homemade bucket. One day, as we all stood by the tank, stripped of our clothes, a young naval pilot named Mike Christian found the remnants of a handkerchief in a gutter that ran under the prison wall. Mike managed to sneak the grimy rag into our cell and began fashioning it into a flag… He made red and blue from ground-up roof tiles and tiny amounts of ink and painted the colors onto the cloth with watery rice glue. Using thread from his own blanket and a homemade bamboo needle, he sewed on stars. Early in the morning a few days later, when the guards were not alert, he whispered loudly from the back of our cell, ‘Hey gang, look here!’ He proudly held up this tattered piece of cloth, waving it, as if in a breeze… When he raised that smudgy fabric, we automatically stood straight and saluted, our chests puffing out, and more than a few eyes had tears… Now, whenever I see the flag, I think of Mike and the morning he first waved that tattered emblem of a nation. It was then, thousands of miles from home in a lonely prison cell that he showed us what it is to be truly free.”

—Medal of Honor recipient Leo K. Thorsness

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"When asked by an anthropologist what the Indians called America before the white man came, an Indian said simply, 'Ours.'"
Father Andrew SDC