The ‘’Longest Day,” for both Allies and Germans, June 6, 1945. I’ve watched the film, far too many times. Tonight, somehow things were a little different. My Communications Officer Mr. James C. Duncan, WO/4, arrived a couple of weeks,(July 1957), after my arrival at Camp de Baumholder, a French Kaserne. Mr. Duncan like so many foot soldiers of WW II, did not need maps or to be prompted where the Siegfried Line and the French mirror image, referred to as the Maginot Line, was located.

When at work he was Mr. Duncan — Jim, and his wife became homefolks after hours. Jim readily realized my intense appreciation for stories, places and events of WW II. Such places as Dachau, Vilksek and Graphenwhor,” Nazi death camps. Mr. Duncan called a meeting one day to alert his Communication Section of pending maneuvers. Keeping with military procedures Mr. Duncan did not reveal just where the maneuvers were to occur. It was Vilsec, a barren desolate place where we could provide communication necessary to fire 16-inch guns. Of course, Mr. Duncan was rubbing it in by refusing all knowledge of this desired location with me. We next held maneuvers at Graphenwhor Concentration Camp and maneuvers nearby the Dachau Concentration Camp. At Graphenwhor, Mr. Duncan said, “I want you to set up a one man point of contact out of blast range (20 mile radius), I choose the grave mounds at Graphenwhor. At night, I lay back on the grass mounds when Com-traffic was slow and shared my fare with the dead: Beer in the flip-top bottles and farmers loaves, an array of French cheeses, pickles and pork rinds. (The C-rations gave me heartburn.) The Army encouraged smoking, each meal contained a couple packs of “Lucky Strike Green” or “Old Gold.” In 1956-1959 soldiers were still trying to use foods processed well before WW II. My visit lasted by myself at Graph for five days. Mr. Duncan let me have my moment. I had a 95 HP generator to power my station, radio Morse Code and voice communication. I imagined if Johnny Cash had operated his interceptor station at Graphenwhor. We had the same MOS-052 and 053 (Teletype); 1953-1955, was Mr. Cash’s era.

It occurred to me tonight how lonely Speaker Pelosi and her second in command must be. I honestly perceive both to be obtuse individuals. On a given day a train’ s wheels bolt from the tracks of a train, leaving control useless. Control for Speaker Pelosi will remain out of reach until such time as she recognizes her lack of ability to compromise is completely foreign to her.

I began to imagine the friendship that I’ve had throughout life and the printed material where I met these friends that willingly shared their failures and successes. Take my friend Abe Lincoln: He rationalized without conflict to wrestle an obtuse man for command of a home guard in Illinois, he bested the man and took command. My friend George Washington invited his troops home for a hot meal after a difficult boat ride across the Potomac River. This was not George’s war; he did what was required to keep the team working. His troops went unpaid waiting on Congress to find a payroll. When asked to stay the fight, my friend advanced salaries from personal funds. I do not recall his troops calling him a liar.

Speaker Pelosi encourages disconnected thoughts like, The President promised 1.4 billion for children cancer programs, did nothing and passed it on to the States as their obligation. My point, as a house member: What did you say to my President, when he asked for 1.4 billion to keep his word to help children? This Speaker allowed a house member today Feb. 6th one minute for rebuke of the President of the United States, who went on to say this is typical of this lying president — he makes promises that he cannot keep. (All this occurred while the Speaker fussed with papers and practiced her Mona Lisa smile.)

Great people in history all have one thing in common: They stayed the course. Like my friend Mr. Kit Carson, who was responsible for the opening up of California to America. Kit at 5 foot 3-1/2-inches height possessed a giant leadership role. Once a Civil War general inquired as to the whereabouts of this giant of a man. “Heck, General, I’m no giant, what may I do for you?” (The war general had once described how he thought Mr. Carson would appear, as a 6-1/2 foot, 250 pound man with a heavy beard and a voice like a roused lion.)

Ms. Speaker your party must come to their senses and reduce your conceived power — for you have no power that is not given by me, “Your Boss.”

Right thinking Americans will oppose this disconnected, socialism agenda being espoused by leftist Democrats and return your party to normal state. A party that will hit the mats with the other side of the aisle, and become again willing to make eye contact.

The veil that you think the voters cannot possibly see through, it’s all in your own minds. I see you — and I don’t like your presence.

Tom Rogers

Moultrie, Ga.