Archive for December, 2007

Young Hannan at Bad Aibling

December 30, 2007

Hannan at Bad Aibling


Hog’s news from 12/19

December 30, 2007

Good Day!

This morning I was formally offered the Aide Trainee position at Polk Center!

I go in for a physical at 9AM tomorrow (12/19) and start training on Dec 31st.

Happy New Year n’at!

More later, I’m off to deliver the bad/good news to Sheetz.

Mike Rodgers

Happy holidays from Brian

December 30, 2007

It is cold here, ice on the deck and the outside dog water bowl is frozen, temps begin at 30 degrees when we get up around 5:30AM and until the sun hits the house the temps barely go up a degree or two. Not our normal Winter in Northern California.

Dari and Xylia, my daughter and granddaughter are coming for the holidays but not until December 31, flying from Texas where she is stationed. They are being reassigned to New York state sometime around May of 2008. The latest word to Dari is that she should expect between 1 and 3 15 month tours, Iraq probably. I believe the routine is 15 months out and 3 back and then out again.

Xylia is 8 years old now and might see her Mom for a few months over the next four years if the tour thing takes place. No, I don’t know who will have custody of Xy but Grandpa did not offer.

Dari and Xy came for Thanksgiving and we were glad to see them for a brief 2 1/2 days. Xy and I took a couple of hikes up a nearby canyon, stopping to warm ourselves in the pools of sunlight and run through a clearing we ‘discovered’ slightly off the trail near a stream.

Luckily for Dari and Xy they were able to spend a year together in Korea where Dari was sent (for the second time) after she completed Warrant Officers training. She is now a Warrant Two. Life as an enlisted woman, Sgt 6 in the Motor pool, was a bit under the thumb of just about everyone else so Dari decided to stack a bit of clout on her side with the Warrant status.

I am thankful that we saw them recently and look forward to spending time at New Years. I find myself watching Dari a lot, trying to fix her face in my mind and listening to fix her voice in my heart. I don’t want her to go to Iraq.

Just wanted to share a window into our lives here and wish all of you a Merry Christmas and Happy Holiday. Stay safe and warm and find happiness where ever you can.

Many hugs and much love, BJBJBJBJ and Joy and our five hounds

From Cpt. Hog ….

December 24, 2007


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How its going…

December 15, 2007

Sorry that I haven’t blogged lately.  I’ve enjoyed the dialogue about Mr. Hannan’s early influences on Mad Dog in Bad Aibling.  And whooped over the EM photo (see prior posting called Memories).

So far, so good with my Mom.  She’s recuperating with us and growing stronger.  I have to change the dressing on her incision every other day, and that’s been scary.  Abdominal wounds are left open so they can drain; thus they have to be unpacked and repacked often.  I didn’t know I could do something like that, but hey…I’m strong and willing to learn!

So, we’re beginning to get back to what passes as normal in the Carroll household.  I had to put my dog, Maggie, to sleep last weekend, and that was sorrowful.  But we all have sorrows and troubles, right? 

This probably will sound pollyannish of me, but I’ve been counting my blessings lately.  It’s surprised me, at first, when I realized that I had so much to appreciate.  So, although we’re sort of being Bah-Humbuggery this holiday season with no decorations and probably not much Christmas celebration, I am feeling grateful and appreciative of my life and that’s a good thing.

I hope all is well with you and yours.



December 15, 2007

Of course and as usual, John’s recollections are (nearly) spot on. – a few aberrations as to sequential ordering require noting and remediation. His references to “his (my) antique cars, hats and golf clubs (moving in) ” are sequentially and chronologically wanting because, in fact, those parts of my life’s baggage, never saw the light of day until much later!!! The spelling and grammatical usages issues, however, may be correct – THAT is not for me to judge but better left to others more completely educated than I.

Though some references to my overzealous attempts to keep my fellow soldiers high of spirit while absorbing the wrath of the likes of Das Erste Schwein and FatCoombs on their behalf, there are also glaring errors in that account! Item: I actually screwed the door handle mechanism to the door. Item: Again a chronological misplacement – first, I never “transferred” to the Fire House…..I created the Fire House and Post Fire Department, selected the first 11 firemen, arranged for separate rations for the Firemen THEN was unceremoniously dismissed as the founder and first Captain (see response to another friend’s misgivings under separate cover) over some confusion about my high spirits and happy demeanor being incorrectly related to drug use rather than my general love of life and fellow man (woman).

It was a very difficult time for me what with many of my co-workers and supposED friends thinking that because of my usually (and cleverly) unpunished defiance of authority, that I must be an undercover government infiltrator sent to uncover their attempts at defying the good efforts by our “leaders” to contain “their” youthful exuberance in molding a strong intelligence front on behalf of our glorious Nation. On the other hand our “leaders” were sure I had been sent by Satin himself to drive them to an early meeting with that supposED mentor……certainly a no win situation for me from all perspectives………and almost as certainly cause for my month long stay in Ward 8 at the Houston VA Hospital in the early 70s. Hey….I’m just sayin.



December 15, 2007

Distinguished BALTA Brethren:It is now understood that one can be sent to Nuremberg to face ultimate judgment as a result of allegations of having committed grave grammatical or spelling errors. So be it. In defense however, it should be pointed out that in order to carry out the important requirement of being historically accurate, it was necessary to accurately recollect that now incorrect, antiquated spelling and orthography as exactly employed by the [EXPLETIVE DELETED] Hannan of Old. I, myself, would never, in this day and age, dare write or utter such words in a format that corresponds to a grammatically correct current usage.

You see, many of us were taught that old phrase “Hey, Fuck the Goddamned Army!” by none other than the [EXPLETIVE DELETED] Hannan of Old. Indeed, it was in 1968-69 that Fucking Hannan was my roommate in the B Company Barracks at Bad Aibling Kaserne. Prior to his barging in I had always been a model soldier. I never smoked dope. I never wet my bed. And I always said my prayers and did what my grandmother had told me to do, “Now be a good boy, Johnny. Run along now and be a good boy.” Understand that [] Hannan with his antique cars, hats, golf clubs, and spelling rules moved into my barracks-room, my wonderful home-away-from-home, and changed fucking everything in my till then perfect little life.

Please understand, the changes that [] Hannan brought were not limited to just our room. His arrival greatly disrupted the entire B Branch Barracks. Our orderly, efficient, day-to-day life disappeared when [] Hannan began carrying on with his outrageous rants and treasonous activities. One evening, in a fit of madness, he tore the drinking fountain from the wall next to the latrine. On another occasion he tap-danced upon the stone-floored hallway. He was wearing only a pair of little-Dutch-boy wooden shoes while shouting, “Buff my ass Charlie Miller! Charlie Tuna come and buff my ass!” Furthermore, [] Hannan once broke the door-handle mechanism loose from our bedroom door so that the door could no longer be properly shut and latched. When ordered by the first sergeant to reattach the handle, he, the [] Hannan, nailed the mechanism onto the middle of the frickin’ door goddammit!

Thereupon, several of us in the barracks conspired to have the [EXPLETIVE DELETED] Hannan driven from our dwelling, banished from our barracks, on account of his relentlessly disruptive, disrespectful, unmilitary-like behavior. First, I tried bed-wetting, but to no avail. I also pretended to celebrate certain odd and obscure holidays, but also to no avail. In fact, these strategies backfired because [] Hannan only drew closer, thinking, no doubt, that he had discovered a kindred spirit. Finally, we conspired to burn him out. A can of Wolf Brand Tamales and a can of Old El Paso Chili Beans were placed upon a plugged-in and outlawed hot plate in Phucking Hannan’s (and my) room! Some of us insured that he would remain at the “Last Chance” until late in the afternoon. Then, upon returning to the room in the barracks, the fucking hannan opened the door and charged into an eye-watering cloud of smoke in the darkened room. He was also met by the specter of two, glowing-red, tin cans sitting upon a similarly glowing-in-the-dark hot plate. Poor bad Mike was told that the smoke and glowing tin cans filled with glowing ashes were part of a ceremony in celebration of the 100th anniversary of the completion of the first transcontinental railroad and the associated ritualistic driving of the Golden Spike on May 10, 1869 near Promontory Point, Utah.

This final effort seemed to have had the desired effect, for on the next day, the treasonous Hannan formally requested that he be transferred to Bad Aibling Post Firehouse 451. His request was granted and he soon found himself dwelling with Cranny the Pig Fucker, the snarling Hoben Bear, sehr grosses Hog, and other Firehouse members.

This ends a summation of my first defense. The rest is misspelled history.

– Bitchin Shaman Freiherr von Hund-Mutt

Memories ….

December 15, 2007

Electricity Man!