Little Circus Tails,

The Redmonks Short stories:  a paragraph a- piece- all true

Stories for  today:  For  yesterday , and For tomorrow  Yaaaah

  • Boxing chimps!
  • Cold iron sights
  • lie and truth -- the killer milk maid
  • land mine explosion
  • coal field mountain boys _ coal field jewish girl
  • Burnt American flag  Arlington cementery-- the killer school teacher

and much, much More !!!

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 Statesof ( 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