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Little Circus Tails,
The Redmonks Short stories: a paragraph a- piece- all
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All free to you, my dedicated
readers… Yaaah but ya gotta find ‘em… new stories April 25 th 2004 Ya gutta find em |
Ill flesh em out, and rework em- later,- So
here goes,-- new stuff put on in dec 2003 Feb 2004-----------* April
25 th 2004
Paradise is
not where you end up its
were you been
_________Anon
TaIls, of the Redmonkee
I watch,and am like a sparrow alone upon
the house top
________psalm 102:7
Circus, Circus
Welcome to the Redmonkee Tails,
Don’t be Bashful
Every one, pleease, come ooon in.
Don’t be Shy
M
Take a sneeaky peeeeek
…………………..
The
Circus, The Circus
The Circus,
the Redmonks Tails Of the Circus, The Redmonks Circus, Tails, , the Wonderfull Tails Of the Circus.
Monkee. Tails Of
the Circus Brigade.
CB. CB. Tails, to all
Red monkEEs in the
Redmonkee Circus Brigade….
For your reading pleasure here we …go00000 Kat Go
Go Go Gooo WOW!……..
you are not allowed to use the word Circus at the National Zoo / PHD Edwin
Gould a -Jewish American said so;..
that’s why I type Circus so many times—thought ya might want ta know
! WHY !? and circus too all of youuu
I watch ,and Am as a Sparrow
alone upon the house Top
________Psalms 102:7
_____________________________________________Con Khi
Paradise isn’t where you end up
Its where you have been
___________ Anon
The wee Redmonk and the :: The Boxing Chimps::::
at a Circus mud show in
the mountains: the wee red
monk heard the circus would pay 20.00 dollars to any wee coalfield lad who
would box the two boxing chimps the wee red monk wanted to by this Roan horse
cost 75, oo dollars the wee redmonk saw
opportunity and went for it, he signed
up and put on boxing trunks and boxing
gloves the circus gave him and went into the ring through the ropes (the small mountain crowd roared their approvial ) the wee
redmonk faced the two boxing Chimps who had on large
professional boxing gloves and wearing
boxing trunks they to were sitting on
stools watching the wee redmonk come into the ring through the ropes at the other end of the boxing ring,their
was no stool for the wee redmonk to sit on,- so the two chimps jumped down out
of the ring,- ran back into the tent and got another stool and brought it out and
the two chimps each grabbed one of the wee redmonks arms and led him to the
stool and made him sit down in his corner
, the two chimps then in a hurry went to their corner , sat on their stools and bobbed and weaved
back and forth with pounding their big
boxing gloves together- all dressed in boxing shorts getting ready for the big
fight :;;;;; Riiiiiing Ya have ta come back for the
finish, itl will schock ya ! this story will tear your heart
out coming 2004
The Redmonk and the ::::: Cold iron Sights 30.06 bolt action:-
The Redmonk : at 13 years of age was paid 20 Dollars to shoot a
man, a true story- the world war One Soldier told the redmonk to shoot a man on
a porch at 250 yards , told the redmonk where to place the shot in the
shoulder and stay away from the heart
or head WWI soldier took his finger and rammed into the redmonk shoulder
so as to let him know were to place the shot/ the redmonkwent up to the cherry
tree plopped the 1903 Springfield rifle
30:06 cold iron sights into the crook of the limb, and waited / the man
came out on the porch three different times, but went back in the house before I was ready, on the fourth time he came out on the
porch,- the redmonk lined him up and likity split, white line
down---------------------- the-----------------. Hiiighwaaaay-------. right in
to the shoulder, were the world War I soldier had told the 13 year old little
Redmonk to put it, the man went down
like a top,- screaming and then spun around several times on his buttocks spinning
like a top screaming holding his shoulder , he was kicking his feet as he spun
himself around sitting down on the
porch,- were the little redmonk put him
….. this was the world War I
soldier who taught the wee redmonk to shoot / if you knew why the guy was shot
you would under stand it was redmonk
early social work -)- the little Jewish
Girl who was almost a yenta,- with the little brownie black box Camera the kind
you see in a Museum, took photos and took the rock the redmonk stood on to get lined up to fire down on a man and put him down with out killing him/ she
was almost a yenta and now today shes a
jewdene … a living witness.
The Wee redmonk and the Lie and the Truth
The redmonk at 16 years of age in the WwII
Navy Boot camp Bainbridge MD –1956 at the
shooting range – the navy instructers
taught the redmonk how to shoot at the shooting range the way they
taught the redmonk,- he couldn’t hit didily nothing,- he was scored passing-
only just bearly / he told the instructer to let him shoot the way the
World War I soldier taught him how to shoot,- the instructer a world II vet said ok,- I loaded and laid
shot after shot into the bulls eye,-
the instructer was impressed he said
do it again,- I loaded up and
every shot into the bulls eye,- he shook his head and said stay here , I waited
the long wait he brings back
another drill instructer over, to were I was waiting with my rifle- they tell me to load up,- he tells me to shoot the way he taught me ,
I did and didn’t hardly hit anything, the
other instructer saysa he got to go, hesa gut something to do - hes looks bored
and annoyed,- his hands on his hips,- the first instructer replies no , no,
watch this,- he then tells me to load and that he wants me to
shoot the way the world I soldier taught me and I did and laid every shot down
range into the bulls eye , the other instructer tell the redmonk to do it again.! The redmonk loaded up and put em all
in the bulls eye but one,- the top
kick- instructer said, he can be on the team -? , the other one , says,- no he
cant, he cant shoot that way,- he shoots funny , hes got to shoot the
governmeent waay,- hes shooten
left handed,- hes notlowed to do that,-
he then bent down at his waist to me his smoaky the bear hat on with his hands on his hips and said in a deep Georgia southern draawl-
Son,- when your on Governmeent propertee
youu shooot the waay he taught ya,- when your offf governmeent propertiee-
saaay like in aaa waar zooone ? ,- ya
shoot the way the world war I soldier taught ya,- and they both burst out laughing and walked away,- as all my mates were ordered marched back to
the barracks while I was with the DI range instructers every body was gone not a sound but birds chirping I was alone on the firing
range with my rifle, as no one told me
to leave I had to stay , until the
D.I. Rankie ordered me to go,- thinking the DI would come back and order me
off the firing range,-- I waited -- and
waited and –waited,-- not a soul for
miles around,- silence ,- the soft wind
blowing,- birds chirping,- I alone
sitting in the pit my rifle cradled in
my arms waiting the sun begin sinking
lower and lower and then sunk down below the horizon and then was gone-- and still I waited now dark ,-the stars started to come out - twinkling on a dark navy blue sky as I looked
up to the heavens at the stars twinkled I observed a
meteroit falls fast from the heavens and still
I waited now- weary , asking my self should I leave? should I stay?- if I leave Ill get in trouble.-- I received no orders
to leave,- my orders were to report to
the Firing range,-- I did,- here I am
!-- I received no orders to leave – suddenly I heard rustling and heavy
breathing in the black night I thought it
might be a dog or some wild animal so I
arose up to face what ever was coming and swing my rifle at it if I had to but it was the firing range instructor- he
saw me- he said what are ya doing out
here ?- we lost a rifle we counted them twice and one was missing it was yours
iam glad to see ya he said a big
smile on his face as he snatched it out
of my hand he turned with out missing a
beat disappeared in the night I shouted out
after him- can I leave now ? he
shouted yaaa and laughed . if ya can find your way back! I stumbled out onto
the road and arrived back at the
barracks a couple of hours later The
DI ask me where the hell have I been,-
they thought I went AwOL -- I told him,--
he chuckled and said at least ya obey your orders and turned to the
other DI and said -seee that - he obeyed his orders, then to me- next time don’t waaait,- if every one is
gone look for a superior officer and ask if you should come back to the
barracks. They both laughed and then
the DI said to me ahh don’t worry about
it,- you did right ,- you obeyed your orders, I was half pissed off !
the government tells ya obey your orders or the government will do
something to ya- like the brig -- you
obey your orders ya still get screwed and they get a laugh- soooo Whaaaat
!-- as the
Ruthenian American artist Andy Warhol like to say
The US government records will show Iam a
Average and poor shot,- the records
lie,- but the records told the truth,- a lie and the truth –( listen up !) the
most honest book written on the fake military vets who claim to have won medals and didn’t during the Vietnam war like the
ones at American Legion Post 139 in Arlington ?- is this true about post 139 ? the book youuu must read is called- ( Stolen Valor )- by a guy
named- Burkett,- he states in his book
that the military fakes will say things that I just said,- that I was a crack Shot a sharp shooter,-
when Burkett checks the records, they show only an average shooter and no shot
at all iam sorry folks your going to
have to trust me on this one , the world I soldier died a long Long time ago , and Iam sure the WWII
shootin range instructors are both
dead also,- old age no doubt,-
but a little coalfield jewish girl with
a Little box camera knows,-- I put a man down with one shot at better then 250
yards using a 30:06 Springfield model
1903 military rifle bolt action colds iron sights )- plopped it up in the crook
of a cherry tree limb,- the world I
soldier told me to do it ( social work ) I was 13 years old , ) the little
jewish coal field girl,- she came and took the picture of me holding the rifle
in the crook of the cherry tree and she talked to the world war I
soldier,- she was a jewish girl with a
black box camera the type you see in museums to day,- and that’s the truth,-
youl have to trust me on this one, folks,- if not,- call me a bull
shi#er and a dirty stinken fake,- but
if the little jewish girl ever shows up, with photos and verbal aswell as an
eye wittiness to what happened- you might have to eat redmonkee- Crow- )- on a red
plate- meaning those words.- Fake and bullshi#er , I wouldn’t worry
about it if I was you. She may be a
long gone moma- too , that was a long
long time ago. And do
remember as the Ruthenian Artist Andy Warhol
like to say:-- Sooooo Whaaaat
!
The Redmonk and the ;;;;The Land Mine
explosion: ::: when the land mine blew it took the
redmonk high in the air flash burned
him and packed mud and dry dirt up in to his mouth packed solid,- packed solid up into his rectum two ta three
inches, his nose, packed solid ,- his arm
pits he hit the ground he was in kind
of a daze schock he tried to dig the
dirt out of his mouth with his fingers
all he could get was a hole the size of his little finger to breath
through everthing was silent his hearing gone he begain to believe he was going to sufficate to death, he felt deep fear he was afraid to breath to deep he might
suck the dirt down in to his throat
he was :: Ill come back and
finish this story later stay tuned
it may knock ya out I dont know, come back ! find out !
The Redmonk and the :::: Coal field mountain boys and the ;;;;;;;;;;;
soft ball made of ragsand stone and the Circus boy : the circus
came to a mountain town by rail train in the 1940s and circus boy and his Ape would come to a Pasture field to watch mountain coal field boys play
ball with a ball made of stones and rags the ball was started with three med
size round lucky stones and wraped then more and more wrapping of strips of
cloth tight as can be pul;led taunt 2 to 3 inches wide cloth strips torn from and old dresss it was wrapped until it was as big as a soft
ball tight- some of the bats were made
of tree limbs Butch and his ape
would never come close to the players he would always stay on top of the field
away from us like he was afraid a
circus boy alone by him self and his small she girl ape the circus would stay some times for two
weeks, so as to rest up the troupe and
animals , Butch would always show up
but never come down I went up to get
him one time to see who he was and what he was up too,- we never saw him
before we went to get him,- he fled,- I shouted after him
I would beat him up if he ever came around here again,- one year he
came when the circus came to town and
he walked down to were we were playing ball with rag stone ball and he ask if
he could watch us play we said yes and invited him to play he declined he said
never played ball before he was from the circus and lived in the circus all his life, but he would like to watch
us,- as we played a couple of ininings he
ask me if he could give us something
I said ya what is it he pulled a
bran new white soft ball out of his back and gave a little bow and presented
and handed me the spanking new white soft ball store bought high toned
Butch sounded Just as as a ring master would present a troupe in the Circus
we all wanted to try it to see what it hit
like we pushed him out of the way and
played with the new white soft ball, it was High tech compaired to a rag
and stone ball,- after a couple of hours
some one hit the ball a long
ways into a tree line and bushes were a creek flowed through,- it was dark and we said wed get in the
morning ,- we looked every were for It ,- it must have fallen in the
creek/ Butch asked aren’t you going to
try and find it ? we told him wed get
it in the morn, we all left and went our separate ways , Butch seemed stressed
about the loss of the ball, not us,- we knew wed find it the next day we only
had to follow the meandering creek and the ball would be coughtt in a snag or
bushes some where along the creek,- we were coal field boys we knew how it
worked , /
That night you could see lanterns and
people moving around voices in the
shadows the next day early in the morn with dew on the grass the redmonk ran the
length of the creek and found the Spanking new white Soft ball hung up in the
reeds and bushes in the water just as he knew it would be /
as we
played ball the next day Butch showed up and tolds us he went back to the
circus that night and got the circus Roustabouts to get lanterns and they were
the people down at the creek looking for the brand Spanking new white Soft,
ball,- he then gave us all free tickets
to the circus and we let him watch us
play ball up close in the dug out he
handed us bats and applauded us when we got hits, ( we tolerated him just barely ) -he didn’t know how to play ball ) he was born to the circus
his circus name was Butch / that’s not his real name , he was a better friend to me then I was to
him and Cody the other circus boy who was found left behind by some unknown woman , Cody was found in the tent in diapers next to the
center pole. He was found by a circus
she girl- Ape her name can never be
mentioned . she was in show business
she was a circus Star of the Clyde Beatty Cole Bro. Circus even to this day in the year 2002 their are
people 50, 60, and 70 years old
who remember her,- ask em about the circus boy with the Ape, they may
have a photo of this most famous show
business she girl Ape of clyde beatty Cole bro. Circus
Butch and the she girl Star would greet people coming to the
circus and would sing to the people the song - you are my
sunshine - and old ladies gave em money the Circus Star- the She girl
Ape
always wore a straw Skimmer hat with a blue ribbon, the hat all
school girls wear in Australia . called a skimmer hat in America . Butch also plays the guitar and has
recorded music tapes of the songs the circus rascals liked,-( all country music
from the 1940s 1950s ) also ask for Hagen’s mountains ice cream, when your at
the Clyde Beatty Cole brothers Circus
Butch keeps a freezer of it for sell ,- he also sells photos of the
Famous Great She girl ape / his favorite country singer was Jim Eans of the
Shenandoah valley boys sigen ( I wonder
where ya are tonight )/ their all dead
now / check with Butch . and for PETAs
info the she girl Ape liked Honky Tonk country music from the 1940s she too sat in a rocken chair in listened
under the dark blue night
sky
filled with twinklin stars and listened to
whellen west Virginia Jambaree and the
lousenana Hay ride out of freesport
lousinia on Butches Radio sitten in
these rocken chairs out side along side the big circus Tent under the
mountain coal field dark blue sky some
were on this web site is the rocken
chair fights story—but ya gut ta find
it – also the Flag burnin at the national cementary the Red Monk Found and
moved on away step over it and kept goin
adude in a green car van and two teen age daughters came flying by me
and weeell ya have to come back and
find that story but where is it ? the Flag burnen story?- junk shop were ? I haint given ya Americans shi4 SEARCH FOR IT – a redmonk Ta Ta and or Zinger
The Wee Redmonk and::::
the first communion suit : made of left
over Jewish cloth- that fell on
the old Jewish Tailors floor
when
the jewish tailors cut patterns for
dress s or suits ,- all hand made by two Jewish brothers Ruthenian mountain jews in the
coalfields cost 12 dollars that’s why you should read the book-
Himmlers jewish tailor,- these mountain jews were like Frank the polish jewish
Tailor who made a coat for Himmler in the death camps world war II, - this
hand made suit made for me of Jewish black cloth fallen to the floor left overs from a cut pattern / the Jewish Tailor twin brothers said to
their sister, a jewish woman - I didn’t like her
she had a snotty jewish mouth on her, Pushey , )- the two brothers said
to their sister, hes going to his first Catholic communi0n ,- but hes
going dressed as a jew ,-the best
fitting suit I ever had in my life it, fit like a glove . looked like a
Lubavetcher ve den --- read the book on the holocaust the jews
don’t want ya to read its called
Himmlers jewish tailor by the real jewish tailor Frank a polish jew in the death camps 1940s
read it because the jews in Arlington and Jack Moline who may not even be a jew don’t want you to
read it,- Ill tell ya why later Itl schock ya , - this web site is schock
jocken at its best on the internet today
Yaaaah tell a friend tell a enemy but tell somebody
The wee redmonk and the day
Bernie got his leg Cu t off :;:::::
hopping Coal hopper car trains commen fast out of the coal mines
dead headen it down the rails :
he fell beneath the wheels as his hands where on the grab handles of the coal hopper
coal car he was holden on,- running
trying to hop up on the steps,- train was going too fast he tripped and fell his leg went under, he
said he didn’t feeel a thing it was all warm,
he had wooden crutches and a pined up
pance leg, he would try to play ball, when he hit the bal;l some other
kid ran for him to first base, he was
in the 4 grade ata school close to 200
yards to the coal mine,- the teachers would make him tell us how it happened,
so we would stop hoppen coal trains,- we wouldn’t stop hoppen coal trains so
the train men gave us lessons how not to end up under the wheels of a coal
hopper coal car,- they also taught us
how to use blasting caps and dynamite
with out blowing off our hands.- the woman concurred - see the Movie the doll maker / because
Elizebeth Frank from the national Zoo is very much like this woman in this
movie the mother of the boy who gut he leg caught in the tracks in this movie
doll maker . the reason she lost deer to thirst, at the national zoo- she was
givin bad advise from bad people , she was a brand new Zoo keeper and because,-
mostly because,- of politics at the Zoo the National Zoo the most political zoo
in America--- It’s the culture at the
Smithsonian Inst that the problem the
very arrogant Nazi world of academia all, caused this to happen to her and the
deer,- / there is more then one side to
a story – you should tell all sides not
one side two way streets not one way
streets -call me a lier? over a life
time,- Butch and Cody of the Clyde Beatty Cole Bros. Circus -they were much better friends to me,- then I ever was to them , and that’s the
truth. That’s not a lie . the National
Zoo in Washington DC is now,- in the year 2003 2004 under investigation for animal death by supposed world renowned Animal orgs. Some who I and other
zookeepers went to long long ag0 for help
and assistants and these very same org. did nothing, there in bed with
the leaders of the zoo and leaders of the Smithsonian one hand washes the other
as old Italian Immigrants from Ellis Island told me as a wee lad in the Coal fields of the
Cumberland Alleghany mountains just below Chestnut Ridge a long time ago – sung to a tune- a Italian
American school teacher taught us in the Contenntial #2 school class located 100 yards from the Contenntial #2 coal mine,- the song played on the school Pinio in music class-
the song:; (-long long ago )—
and very shortly ah- Yes indeed-it will be a
white
wash
at the National zoo on the Animal abuse and mismanagement Investagation going on right now 2003 2004 just like the white wash
in
vestagation of US lawinforcement murders of woman and children including 2 years old babies in White Diapers at Waco Texas, and shooten liven
hell outa the weaver Family at Ruby ridge with 400.00 cops doin the
shooten USa White
wash, FBI ,-White wash, ATF, White
wash , US marshel ServiceWhite Wash, Arlington County Virgina, White wash America White Wash, ever
where White wash,- hole lota white wash out their in America the white wash capital of
the World, that would be --- White Wash
Americaaa- WOW ! Hole lota white wash
were talken White wash here as
in white Wash Arlington Po- lice force
, white wash Arlington Court House, White wash judges WhitE wash County board,-
white Wash School Board white wash prosacuters office all in White wash Arlington County Just 15 min
s from the White House ya all gut that
White Wash business down yet ? all ya
White Americaaaaaans in down Town Arlington
Va – Wow!-- is their White wash
commen from the American White House ??/ Iam just asken a question?
By the way I took animal Abuse and Zoomanagement failures complaints at the Zoo to one of the big name Org. now Investigating the National Zoo in 2003,- they did nothing , they all party to geather with zoo officials including the Washington Post news paper
employees Bob Woodward their pals, friends, think of that ! how can friends investigate friends ?? this
news paper the Washington post located in Washington Dc owned and operated by the
: selfish- Greedy:: Kathryn Graham,- the owner,-- her Son Donald Graham
the in-house SOB and Lally graham the
inhouse Hoe,- and little bradlee graham
with a silver spoon in his mouth
hiding under what desk ? at this rag news paper, is he ashamed of the
Graham side of the family as his father Donald graham said he is. at this dirty rag of a news
paper including- Bob- ( Iam from Yale )- Woodward,- Richard Cohen- ( the
in house hate jew at this paper this
jew is sick with hate read what he
writes wow!-- Ben Bradley the puffed up anglo Saxon in house- Bramhis wow ! silence from all of them on the
national Zoo- what coward s the all white Employees at the Washington
Post, are the white employees- who betrayed the Animals at the National Zoo-
with this silence the Zoo and this newspaper located in Americas
Capital Washington dc Usa they, the selfish Grahams wont do my story because it leads to the failer of the Washington
Post news paper Graham Family to do the news, which is their job to put out the
news, - not propaganda and entertainment -
the unbias news the Grahams are
suppose to put out ! and the grahams aren’t dooin their job, e- mail this to Bob ( snake and book club
)- woodward at the Washington Post the Grahams are Bullshi#en the American
people send em E- Mail do it for the
Zoo Animals and zoo keeper s at the National Zoo for the keepers who complained and were punished,- send E- mail ,- follow this story on
mismanagement at the National Zoo closely to seee the cover up by the Wash.
Post : ta protect ther zoo officials-- how about Bradlee Graham why are ya silent Bradlee? You’re a Chicken
Shi# (Graham,)- Bradlee- for real,- ya
don’t have the guts of your grandfather Phil graham all red monkees e- mail Brad Graham the young Graham White Buck
at this bull shi$ newspaper,- run and
owened and controlled by bull Sh# white skinned Grahams and their all white
Skinned bull shi$ Employees WOW! White Wash,- scream White wash, every body
scream White wash- at the
Washington post paper do it for the Animals at the National Zoo ! Just dooooo
it
The redmonk and the RogueWave- on the Terrible Storm
The terrible Storm at sea that made the
US naval amphibious ship- LST 1162 -
stand on her nose straight up and slowly began to pole end over the lights below in the sleeping Quarters
were the Blue lights one sees on Subs its almost dark this is how it was during
the most terrible killer Storm at sea on this three day killer storm with
monster rogue Waves / commin from many direction the schreaking and moaning of the wind through rigging
The Ships crew all bunked down in their bunks with straps around
their bodies to keep from being
thrown out of the bunks ---the redmonk was trying to sleep strapped in his bunk
with three canvas straps fitfully dosing in and out of sleep, when he suddenly came awake bouncing around
like being inside a washing machine when their was this eerie no Bouncing or shaking the redmonk came awake and to his
surprise he was formerly laying flat in his bunk but now he was at attention
with his feet pointing down were the deck was suppose to be,- the ship was
standing on its( nose)- bow straight down in the sea all the straps holding the
sailors in their bunks began to creak just like timbers on a old sailing Ship as she every so slowly began to
move off of center a few degrees moving inching forward beginning to flip over on her back called
pole ending and she then suddenly
slammed down flat on the sea as the wave moved out from under her righting her
self with such force I thought I would be forced through the canvas frame I was
laying on,- the sailors like my self who refused to take sleeping tabs and were
wide awake all crew members in this locked down water tight compartment about 12 men, all said, what the hell was that,? holy shi#!
Jesus Acken Christ, were never goin to make it , this ship is going down, the redmonk replied if we make till morning
Iam goin back up to the pilot house,-
If I die, I want to see the sky as I go / Iam not dying in this stinking
dark hole / another ship mate replied
we may not make till morning,? - some one replied don’t say shi# like that,-
its bad luck , one ship mate from the state of Nebraska remarked all I ever
wanted to do when I was living in Beatrice Nebraska was go to sea now all I want to do is go back to
Nebraska , ( the ship bouncing and rolling like hell / suddenly the air pressure changed in the compartment and the
redmonk rose up a little to see who was commin down the hatch and was breaking water tight integrity, (the redmonk
always had a top bunk for privacy) it
was a seamen from the pilot house who
looked like the Sub Engineer in the- (
Movie Das Boot) he was yelling like a crazed man,-she held, she, held,- he
said over and over again , he was sent down to see if any one was hurt, the
helmsmen in the Pilot house cracked his skull, we all said were ok, we ask what
the hell happened ? he said it was a monster rouge wave and then said to the
redmonk,- they may want you to helm in the pilot house,- I said ok when do they
want me on the wheel, he said ill be back and let you know - about half an hour later he came back down and again ask if we were ok I then ask him do they want me in the pilot
house,- he said no,- they are tying every one down with Ropes. The next morn
early I got up onto the out side deck,
undogged the hatch and peered around dogged the hatch down quickly and made a
run for the stern Gun tub as I turned the corner of the ships super
structure headen for the gun tub on a
run I saw the wave sneak cross the deck
commin like a freight train
this 8 foot wave of sea water
chased me up in the stern gun Tub, I just made it , and I
knew fear in my throat I didn’t have a
life jacket the top of the wave wet the deck of the gun tub as my feet hit the
gun tub deck,- whoa !
and I held on and got in between the twin
guns so they would break the waves if they should come up into the gun tub and
I rode the terrible storm out side on
deck in between the guns the only crew
member out side on deck,- up in the mast shrouds, on top of the pilot
house,- every day of this most terrible
storm and then some time later a couple
of hours, later I - beheld a terrible ugly site- un fold before my very eyes,- men dying right over there 30 or 50 yards away, as I held on and watched,- in disbelief,- nothing could be done in the terrible Storm,- a pilot house from a ship the size of a
small Condominnin apt.- rode by,
floating at a 20 % angle and as I watched in
disbelief,- I saw a mans face in
the pilote house port hole window about
two thirds of his face showed in
my direction his face was frozen White in terror and fear his eyes that had a
1000 yard stare his eyes met mine
passed over mine all in a mili sec and the hulk of the pilot house from a broken ship rode, on - like a
huge monster the seaman’s face never
moved in the port hole and his
expression never changed as he rode to his death in a floating hulk which passed over a large wave and down into a deep sea trough and it was gone as I watched from the stern gun tub of LST 1162 in disbelieve,-- tons of floatism from this ship or
some other ships rode by for hours even
days you would seee ship floatisim ON THE SEA- GOING BY life rafts empty and you had to wonder ?
The redmonk and the -- ::: over turned White life boat ::;;;;;
as the redmonk watched the broken Pilot
house Hulk go by the redmonk heard sounds like dogs
barking he held on to the side of the
gun tub and peered into the sea storm and along came a white life boat up side
down in the water about 60 yards away from LST 1162 - as it floated by abreast of me ,- I then made out the barking
sounds that were not barking sounds at
all, but two seaman under the overturned life boat, one seaman screaming a high
pitched crying and wailing sound like a woman screaming,- the second voice calling out in a deep low
STEADY baritone voice-- Help US., help US, Help US ,- over and over as the sea
was running fast, - this over turned white life boat like the floating polite
house hulk to0 rode on by before my
eyes as I watched and nothing could be done THEY CAME AND WENT.
the one sailor who shouted and sounded like
Burl Ives the movie star same deep
baritone voice died like a real sailor asking for help as he went to his death
asking not begging,- the other sailor
died poorly as they say high
pitched screaming and that’s why I thought it sounded like dogs barking from a
distance , before the over turned life boat came into view,,- high screaming
and deep baritone, mixed together under a overturned white life boat not until they came closer right across from me
did I see what it was / Lt Murphy opened the hatch to the polite house and came out on the pilot house deck and yelled down to me did you hear em? did you see em ?, I responded through the howling storm yes,- but its too late they were here and then gone,- it was too fast, - he shouted why didn’t you through the life ring , I
responded the life rings are tied down it would take 5 min to untie em all crusted with salt , I dont have my knife
with me, to cut em,- he slammed the
hatch shut with great force,-
I was the only one top side, outside, alone by myself,- he was pissed, I said to my self out loud
all pissed off too I screamed it,-
I have to do every thing on this f…. ship while every one else is hiding
down below. SOBes all of em,- later the old world war II Navy chiefs agreed
with me their was nothing to do , they
were dead men and we needed the life rings for our selves,- were still alive,-
they were already dead , gone,- no one could pick em up because of the Mountain
size waves/ I was in the stern gun tub about
5 of the crew including the officers
where in the pilot house seeing all of it coming like sitting in the front seat
of the car looking out the front window, on to the high way,- you know the
Pilot house crew saw em commin long before I did,- I was in the back the stern
in the gun tub the crew in the
piolet house did nothing to alert me in
the stern gun tub what was comming look
up L.S.T. – association LST 1160 on the web and get a look at the Photos of the stern gun tub of a LST old type bow doors,-for your info all you- land
lubbers,- thats the gun tub on the back
of the ship 8 feet up from the deck, take a look ! later all life rings
that could be reached were cut loose
and left laying on the top decks were the water didn’t reach SO IF WE WENT DOWN,- THEY WOULD FLOAT AWAY
IN THE WATER. Another US Navy fuc# up ,- no one was ready /
I TOO WAS p.o. ,- also I felt a deep massive depression for about 5 or 10
min. after the sailors rode over the waves and disappeared,- I knew they were dying, as I looked out into the sea and watched I
was pissed about it too , angry. AS I HELD ON IN THE STERN GUN TUB - the ship can not be turned around it would
roll over,- we made one mile in 24 hours head way every day of
this storm,--- later on this day, about
2 o’clock in the afternoon
we rolled over on our port side and foundered in the water, the ship- laying on
her side flat- down on the sea,- I was in the pilot house hanging on,-
when she went over , looking through
the Pilot house port holes, I -
watched as she rolled, the life lines that run
the length of the ship first cut
through the water leaning, leaning and she kept going over over over, OVER over ! and lay on her
side flat down on the sea - kind of
soft like,- this was the Terrible Storm,-
we had mountains of water,- not waves I was out on the superstructer
deck and had to look up to see the tops of Waves- mountains rolling by after she lay on her side and I was thinking how to get the hatch un-
dogged and get out on to the OPEN
sea, out of the foundering ship,- I was
determined this ship was not going to be my steel coffin, I refused to be a
sardine in a can, I would die in the
water looking at the blue sky in the
water, in the water looking at the blue sky and die like a human being looking
at the blue sky. Not in an iron coffen/ old WWII type L.S.T.s bowdoors as LST
1162 was have about 6 naval officers
and 100 crew sailors look up L.S.T. association photos on the web of the old
LS.T.s,- not the news ones , the old like-
LST 1160
nice photos on that web site 1160 L.S.T same class of L.S.T. ship same as 1162 a guy named jerry a retired firmen runs this
site e mail him
as I was hanging in the pilot house from a
pipe stanchion with both hands with other crew members just as Ice Sickles, hanging form a roof- feet
straight down, the ship on her side in the water , the wind howling,- the sea
beating against the port holes of the pilot house, all silent, all lights out,
a miracle happened,- a rouge wave suddenly hit us with such great force
we popped back up straight and the
pilot house crew ( 4
sailors )-roared, chreed - like at a
soccer match and we boogied on,- in
shock,- surprise and relief that’s when
the Capt called in to the French air force to drop life rafts,- I went out and flagged em on / the forward
pump room flooded as the L.S.Ts bow started to open up ripped open and they
moved the Navy chiefs out of their living quarters, located at the end of the
tank deck, we thought the bow doors
would go, we didn’t know when,- and sea
water would flood like a tidal wave
through the tank deck and the ship was going to go down . we were
summoned all hands to the mess decks
and told by the naval officers to prepare our selves to go into the sea, we were given,- large
jars of Vaslene that were put on the
mess decks tables by the Corpmen, - we were told to smear large gobs of it
under our arm pits and groin so as to keep in body heat from leaving our
bodies to stop hyperthermia, some of
the crew put Vasiline in their hair and face and behind the ears to keep body heat,-- if we where not picked out of the water in 2
to 4 hours death would come by Hypathermia, no matter how many life
jackets you had on ,
I at first
refused to put on Vaseline I
thought Id wait to see what happens, LT Murphy chewed me out and told me to Put
Vaseline under my arms and groin, I did,- big gobs of it in my arms Pits my
arms stuck to my side terrible greasy
slimy feeling , one of the officer gathered around some of the crew in
a circle with a Bible and they prayed / not the redmonk, he stood off and watched from afar,- he knew if you were not right with your God
By now,- its too late,- that’s why the redmonk refused to pray,- you cant bull
Shi# god,- the redmonk watched em pray for the hell of it.- to see how it would
all play out ,- two of the guys sobbed -
what cowards )- then every one
fled in all directions,-every one fore them selves, to write a last
letter wrapped in plastic and put in a pocket and grab belongings the Old salty Boatsen Johnson who seemed to
be every where-- made rope rings like about 10 feet across they were being
hauled up top side , to be thrown in the sea
so we could stay together in these round rope pods once in the sea - the redmonk climbed back up into the pilot
house.
Boatson Johnson came up in the Pilot house
and it was decided we should go down to get a close look see, - up close.- of
the bow doors from the tank deck, --- the tank deck )-- that looks like a big
warehouse empty where cargo,- tanks,- and trucks are stored, it was now empty- Boatsen Johnson and I alone went
down on the tank deck from the back of the tank deck looking forword to the Bow
doors it looks like a flat football field,- we walked to the Bow doors,-
slowly, holding on as we went the ship violent in its pitching ,- water was
rising higher on the tank deck then it was before, when we were down here- as we approached almost to the Bow doors,-
I felt fear,- the kind of fear
one would feel approaching the entrance to a Dragon Lair not knowing if the dragon was in side the dark cave - watching-
you approach,- we moved on,-
not slowing down , the closer we got,- I got the feeling the
bow doors would burst open,- any sec.
.the noise,- the pitching the Violent slamming and rolling of the ship ,- boatsen Johnson told me to go up and see if
the dogs on the bow doors were tight as they could be , I gut on the little
ladder that was welded on one of the
bulk heads to check a couple
of dogs , -dogs that are like hooks
with threads on them their were about twenty of these dogs,- I went up and jerked down on them as hard as I
could to make sure they were all tight
– I held on tight to the ladder and checked the dogs I was thrown off the
ladder a couple of times by the force of the ship pounding the sea I
continued to climb back up on the bow ramp holding on to the holes walking across and up on the vertical
ramp and peer through holes of the Bow ramp to study the bow plates - the boatsen and i then went back up to the
pilot house. And the boatsen Johnson reported what we observed . what I saw as
concerns the bow plates that’s a story for another time and now today is the
time- new add on now in dec. 2003,- 4 - I
will tell the story of the pilot house
during this storm since no one in the news business is interested in this story or
this web site, which is now 5 years years old
and no one cares It’s the white American Way
In America ,-no one cares about any thing,- not even the loss of their freedom and democracy – ( the
Patriotic act , ) murder at Ruby Ridge
and Waco by coward American copLawinforcement cowards ETC, the white Americans all love Jim Jones, and his
lemonade- they the white American don’t love democracy,- I was told by a Russian news men ta never
finish the story because news men like to find out them selves when
they investigate and that’s why I never concluded any of these stories he,- the Russian news men also told me never to give the hole story for other
reasons that I wont go into ? this large paragraph below is the add on in
the year typed 2003 dec .like intermission at a movie theater go get popcorn,- those who where their in the pilot
house- may remember them differently
and that’s ok that’s the way its
suppose ta be- remember I was the only
one out side on deck in this storm and the only one roaming the ship helping out going to places others would not
go- does that sound like iam crowing?--
? if Iam not for me, who would be for me if not me ? surely none of you white people , but black people and Hispanics have been for me -- in America where all white people don’t care about freedom or Mrs, Weaver at ruby ridge or two year old babies in diapers
at Waco Tex-- white America don’t care
the new motto of America is -
the united States – of ( we don’t Care America ) --
always get ya licks in on
redmonks route 66
know what I mean ? Hay—L.S.T.- 1160- TC Jerry are ya with me bell
bottom sailor boy ?,- is the Neptune with me
? or Am I the sparrow alone on the roof top ? Watching,-- youuu out their L.S.T. jerry 1160 listen up -- now back ta the pilot house L.S.T.- 1162 some where out there beound the
big- Blue ta ta
to all of youuu
We --
Boatsen Johnson and i - climbed back
up into the pilot house,- the officers and
Capt. Rogers As wellas a gang of crew members where all hanging
around discussing abandoning the
ship Boatsen Johnson told em what I saw when I climbed the bow Ramp-- I then moved forward to the Capt
Buck Rogers Commander .
And made a plea to save the ship
not let her go down that I would stay aboard her and man the wheel helm -- but I needed one Engine man in the
engine room to man the engines and I on
the ships wheel that’s all we needed and ask for the Capt. To plot us a
course, that I would bring her in to a
safe harbor,- if not, ill taker her to Davy Jones locker with my hands on the
ships wheel Helm- I Will not abandon her,- ( sounds like a lot of bull shi# I
know,- but that’s what I said ) I Pleaded my
case with the Capt Rogers saying- she’s
a good ship sir,- shel hold her bow is flappen a little,- but shes hard
as concrete a little ways up her bow, I saw it - I say shel hold ,- I know she a fat ugly LST but she can take it,
she’s tuff , she a good ship - shel hold,- Ill bring her in, ( sounds like more bull shit but that’s what I
said ) I went on--I just
need a good Engine men to man the engine room, and plot me a course- to a safe
harbor Capt. Rogers Looked
thoughtfully after my pleading- turned to his officers and said this might just
work,- Capitaan Buck Rogers then stated
to all-- Ill stay on the ship and plot
the course for em- well bring her in,- the rest of the crew will abandon ship to safety, -- at that time an
Italian American Engine men from New
Jersey I remember as a neat cool guy
stepped forward and said : Ill stay with ya,- he- looking at me direct,
that’s was two of us, now- Plus the Capt.
the little Jewish sailor was in the pilot house also and had been
pestering me with the same question- will she hold, ? I ask him earlery
ta stay with us to keep us in coffee - he couldnet make up his mind to go
or to stay,- he would walk back to me
time and time again and ask the same question do ya think shel hold?- I
said for the tenth time,-- belive me -
shel hold , shes a goina hold- the little jewish sailor then announced first to
me these words- Ill stay- Ill Stay with ya --then louder to every one--- Iam
stayen ! that he was stayen to make coffee for us,- as he was a clerk,- he needed ta learn ta make coffee,-
the officers orderd the ships mess cook to teach him how to work the ship big
coffeepots that look like small boilers- they run off of steam- rumbleing
noise, hiss and leak steam-so away the
little jewish Salior went below to the mess decks with the cook in tow who had
on a white apron :---- youl have ta come back for the rest of this story said in the voice of
Paul Harvey news Commentater
this section is old written in 2001 this section Earler.- every one including the redmonk,- put on life jackets world
war II types- same same ) most crew
members had em on since the begining of the storm sleeping with em- on- not the
redmonk, the redmonk didnt like a life
jacket because of getting hung up with
the bulk and the straps you couldn’t
move fast and slick with all that bulk so he always traveled light and snappy
when he danced with the little lady
called the sea,( he was 130
some lbs a skinny kid ) his eyes and ears set like he was in Injen Country. On
deck When your dancen With the little lady they
call the Sea / he had watched the little lady called the sea,- kill a couple of
sailors and sink a ship early,- he had
no doubts about who she was and what she could
do to ya,- when the redmonk finely put on a life jacket before the
shipped fell over on her side flat in the sea - the Redmonk got two life
jackets not one,- because some of the
life jackets have tares in them and you
wont stay afloat long in the water . if
the Life jacket starts filling up with water with two life jackets- he figured
he might float and ride for mabey two days if the huge waves didn’t rip off the
Life jackets. From our bodies