Category Archives: Red Remembers

Red Out

Red will be mostly out for the next week and posting only sporadically – if at all.

This weekend, Red will be exercising his new and entirely superfluous constitutionally protected right to hunt in Texas subject to reasonable regulations – whatever the heck that means.  For Red, the annual hunting trip or two is more of an excuse to enjoy the outdoors in beautiful fall weather, sit around the fire with old friends, sip some whiskey, perhaps even enjoy a cigar, walk through the woods with a gun pretending he is going to kill something, and occasionally take down a deer for venison or a wild hog just because wild hogs need killing.

After that, Red will be returning home to prepare the Thanksgiving feast and then head out with the family to meet up with the rest of the clan somewhere in the Hill Country.  This year Red will be roasting an organic turkey on the Weber, making a sweet potato casserole, fresh cranberry relish, a delightful green salad, yeast rolls, and a chocolate fudge pie.  Someone else is bringing the pecan pie.  And in case you didn’t know, Red is a helluva good cook.

So Red wishes everyone safe travels and a happy Thanksgiving – even Ted Cruz (TP-Texas).

Veteran’s Day

Thank a veteran for their service to our country today.  We may not always agree with the causes in which they have been engaged to serve their country, but that can never detract from the sacrifice that many have made.

Red’s grandfather (whom he never met) fought in World War I in France and his Dad fought in World War II in France, Belgium and Germany. Dad never said much about his service – only that he was an ambulance driver and that he kept a rifle in the ambulance even though he wasn’t supposed to.  “I wasn’t about to be the only soldier in Europe without a weapon”, as he put it.  When Red looked at some of his letters from the war, it became clear that he had served much of the time in a Battalion Aid Station.  That is a unit that operates just behind the front lines and is the first place that wounded and dying soldiers are taken.  So he probably was transporting wounded soldiers from the front to medical units.  Red cannot even imagine the suffering and death that his Dad witnessed first hand at an age when all Red was thinking about was drinking, smoking, partying and trying to get a date (in between studying and going to class).  Dad may have even had a tremendous sense of guilt for having come through the war “without as much as a scratch thanks to the Nazis” as he put it.   Only much too late, Red realized that he had to forgive his Dad for being somewhat emotionally withdrawn and extremely cautious for the rest of his all too short life.

So Dad, thanks for your service and Red, for one, will never forget what you endured for your country, friends and family.