Sunday, April 15, 2012

Black Box Data—A Cautionary Tale


National Motorists Association NMA E-Newsletter: Black Box Data—A Cautionary Tale

Imagine being in a two-car accident that not only totaled your vehicle, but also made you uninsurable at any sort of reasonable cost because the blame for the collision was placed squarely on your sore shoulders.

Nothing too unusual about that, right? One of our members—he prefers not to be identified; we’ll just call him Dave—faced this scenario almost three years ago and became fed up when his insurance company was set to roll over and play dead in a $250,000 lawsuit filed by the other driver.

What Dave did next was out of the ordinary. His actions provide a useful and cautionary lesson in these times where the ability of the individual to protect personal data is constantly being challenged. Dave actually lives in one of 38 states where the ownership of vehicle black box (event data recorder) data is left undefined. It is hard to prevent the chipping away of individual privacy rights where those rights have never been defined.

Several months after the accident, Dave noticed that his demolished car was one of several in a public auction for used car dealers. It just so happened that he held a dealer license. He bought his wrecked Oldsmobile for $2,000 and then called his insurance company with a proposal: Come and download the data from the black box buried within the wreckage; I am sure you will find information that mitigates my responsibility for the accident.

The insurer was reluctant, but sent two technicians to review the contents of the recorder. Dave didn’t share with us the details of what the data revealed other than to note that the lawsuit was settled for one-tenth of the original asking price. He still is steamed that after spending $2,000 of his own money and saving his insurance company hundreds of thousands of dollars they were about to give away, his thank-you was the privilege of keeping his insurance coverage, albeit at jacked-up premiums.

While the capture of the data in Dave’s case worked in his favor—well, at least to the benefit of his auto insurance company—that might not always be the case. That is why the NMA continues to fight for pro-privacy laws that would define the vehicle owner as having complete control of recorder data. And why computers, cell phones, GPS units, and any other devices that store information of who you are, where you’ve been, and what you have been doing need to be wiped clean before disposal to avoid leaving a personal footprint.

Saturday, April 14, 2012

U.S.S. Barb: The Sub That Sank A Train


    Great story of American ingenuity – one of the factors that makes the American military so good. 


U.S.S. Barb: The Sub That Sank A Train 

In 1973 an Italian submarine named Enrique Tazzoli was sold for a paltry $100,000 as scrap metal. The submarine, given to the Italian Navy in 1953, was originally the USS Barb, an incredible veteran of World War II service with a heritage that never should have passed so unnoticed into the graveyards of the metal recyclers.


The U.S.S. Barb was a pioneer, paving the way for the first submarine launched missiles and flying a battle flag unlike that of any other ship. In addition to the Medal of Honor ribbon at the top of the flag identifying the heroism of its captain, Commander Eugene "Lucky" Fluckey, the bottom border of the flag bore the image of a Japanese locomotive. The U.S.S. Barb was indeed, the submarine that "SANK A TRAIN".

July 18, 1945 (Patience Bay, Off the coast of  Karafuto, Japan): 
It was after 4 A.M. and Commander Fluckey rubbed his eyes as he peered over the map spread before him. It was the twelfth war patrol of the Barb, the fifth under Commander Fluckey. He should have turned command over to another skipper after four patrols, but had managed to strike a deal with Admiral Lockwood to make one more trip with the men he cared for like a father, should his fourth patrol be successful. Of course, no one suspected when he had struck that deal prior to his fourth and what should have been his final war patrol on the Barb, that Commander Fluckey's success would be so great he would be awarded the Medal ofHonor.

Commander Fluckey smiled as he remembered that patrol. "Lucky" Fluckey they called him. On January 8th the Barb had emerged victorious from a running two-hour night battle after sinking a large enemy ammunition ship. Two weeks later in  Mamkwan   Harbor  he found the "mother-lode" ...more than 30 enemy ships. In only 5 fathoms (30 feet) of water his crew had unleashed the sub's forward torpedoes, then turned and fired four from the stern. As he pushed the Barb to the full limit of its speed through the dangerous waters in a daring withdrawal to the open sea, he recorded eight direct hits on six enemy ships.

What could possibly be left for the Commander to accomplish who, just three months earlier had been in Washington, DC  to receive the Medal of Honor? He smiled to himself as he looked again at the map showing the rail line that ran along the enemy coastline.

Now his crew was buzzing excitedly about bagging a train!

The rail line itself wouldn't be a problem. A shore patrol could go ashore under cover of darkness to plant the explosives.. .one of the sub's 55-pound scuttling charges. But this early morning Lucky Fluckey and his officers were puzzling over how they could blow not only the rails, but also one of the frequent trains that shuttled supplies to equip the Japanese war machine. But no matter how crazy the idea might have sounded, the Barb's skipper would not risk the lives of his men. Thus the problem... how to detonate the charge at the moment the train passed, without endangering the life of a shore party. PROBLEM?

Solutions! If you don't look for them, you'll never find them. And even then, sometimes they arrive in the most unusual fashion. Cruising slowly beneath the surface to evade the enemy plane now circling overhead, the monotony was broken with an exciting new idea: Instead of having a crewman on shore to trigger explosives to blow both rail and a passing train, why not let the train BLOW ITSELF up? Billy Hatfield was excitedly explaining how he had cracked nuts on the railroad tracks as a kid, placing the nuts between two ties so the sagging of the rail under the weight of a train would break them open. "Just like cracking walnuts," he explained. "To complete the circuit (detonating the 55-pound charge) we hook in a micro switch ...between two ties. We don't set it off, the TRAIN does." Not only did Hatfield have the plan, he wanted to be part of the volunteer shore party.

The solution found, there was no shortage of volunteers; all that was needed was the proper weather...a little cloud cover to darken the moon for the mission ashore. Lucky Fluckey established his own criteria for the volunteer party:

...No married men would be included, except for Hatfield,

...The party would include members from each department,

...The opportunity would be split between regular Navy and Navy Reserve sailors,

...At least half of the men had to have been Boy Scouts, experienced in how to handle themselves in medical emergencies and in the woods.

FINALLY, "Lucky" Fluckey would lead the saboteurs himself.

When the names of the 8 selected sailors was announced it was greeted with a mixture of excitement and disappointment. Among the disappointed was Commander Fluckey who surrendered his opportunity at the insistence of his officers that "as commander he belonged with the Barb," coupled with the threat from one that "I swear I'll send a message to ComSubPac if you attempt this (joining the shore party himself)." Even a Japanese POW being held on the Barb wanted to go, promising not to try to escape!

In the meantime, there would be no more harassment of Japanese shipping or shore operations by the Barb until the train mission had been accomplished. The crew would "lay low", prepare their equipment, train, and wait for the weather.

July 22, 1945 (Patience Bay, Off the coast of  Karafuto, Japan ) 
  Patience   Bay  was wearing thin the patience of Commander Fluckey and his innovative crew. Everything was ready. In the four days the saboteurs had anxiously watched the skies for cloud cover, the inventive crew of the Barb had built their micro switch. When the need was proposed for a pick and shovel to bury the explosive charge and batteries, the Barb's engineers had cut up steel plates in the lower flats of an engine room, then bent and welded them to create the needed tools. The only things beyond their control were the weather....and time. Only five days remained in the Barb's patrol.

Anxiously watching the skies, Commander Fluckey noticed plumes of cirrus clouds, then white stratus capping the mountain peaks ashore. A cloud cover was building to hide the three-quarters moon. This would be the night.

MIDNIGHT, July 23, 1945 
The Barb had crept within 950 yards of the shoreline. If it was somehow seen from the shore it would probably be mistaken for a schooner or Japanese patrol boat. No one would suspect an American submarine so close to shore or in such shallow water. Slowly the small boats were lowered to the water and the 8 saboteurs began paddling toward the enemy beach. Twenty-five minutes later they pulled the boats ashore and walked on the surface of the Japanese homeland.

Stumbling through noisy waist-high grasses, crossing a highway and then into a 4-foot drainage ditch, the saboteurs made their way to the railroad tracks. Three men were posted as guards, Markuson assigned to examine a nearby water tower. The Barb's auxiliary man climbed the ladder, then stopped in shock as he realized it was an enemy lookout tower....an OCCUPIED tower. Fortunately the Japanese sentry was peacefully sleeping and Markuson was able to quietly withdraw and warn his raiding party.

The news from Markuson caused the men digging the placement for the explosive charge to continue their work more slowly and quietly.  Twenty minutes later the holes had been dug and the explosives and batteries hidden beneath fresh soil.

During planning for the mission the saboteurs had been told that, with the explosives in place, all would retreat a safe distance while Hatfield made the final connection. If the sailor who had once cracked walnuts on the railroad tracks slipped during this final, dangerous procedure, his would be the only life lost. On this night it was the only order the saboteurs refused to obey, all of them peering anxiously over Hatfield's shoulder to make sure he did it right. The men had come too far to be disappointed by a switch failure.

1:32 A.M. 
Watching from the deck of the Barb, Commander Fluckey allowed himself a sigh of relief as he noticed the flashlight signal from the beach announcing the departure of the shore party. He had skillfully, and daringly, guided the Barb within 600 yards of the enemy beach. There was less than 6 feet of water beneath the sub's keel, but Fluckey wanted to be close in case trouble arose and a daring rescue of his saboteurs became necessary.

1:45 A.M. 
The two boats carrying his saboteurs were only halfway back to the Barb when the sub's machine gunner yelled, "CAPTAIN! Another train coming up the tracks!" The Commander grabbed a megaphone and yelled through the night, "Paddle like the devil!", knowing full well that they wouldn't reach the Barb before the train hit the micro switch.

1:47 A.M. 
The darkness was shattered by brilliant light and the roar of the explosion. The boilers of the locomotive blew, shattered pieces of the engine blowing 200 feet into the air. Behind it the cars began to accordion into each other, bursting into flame and adding to the magnificent fireworks display. Five minutes later the saboteurs were lifted to the deck by their exuberant comrades as the Barb turned to slip back to safer waters. Moving at only two knots, it would be a while before the Barb was into waters deep enough to allow it to submerge. It was a moment to savor, the culmination of teamwork, ingenuity and daring by the Commander and all his crew. "Lucky" Fluckey's voice came over the intercom. "All hands below deck not absolutely needed to maneuver the ship have permission to come topside." He didn't have to repeat the invitation. Hatches sprang open as the proud sailors of the Barb gathered on her decks to proudly watch the distant fireworks display. 

Note the train at the bottom of the flag.
The Barb had "sunk" a Japanese TRAIN! 

On August 2, 1945 the Barb arrived at Midway, her twelfth war patrol concluded. Meanwhile   United States  military commanders had pondered the prospect of an armed assault on the Japanese homeland. Military tacticians estimated such an invasion would cost more than a million American casualties. Instead of such a costly armed offensive to end the war, on August 6th the B-29 bomber Enola Gay dropped a single atomic bomb on the city of   Hiroshima, Japan . A second such bomb, unleashed 4 days later on   Nagasaki ,   Japan , caused   Japan  to agree to surrender terms on August 15th. On September 2, 1945 in  Tokyo Harbor  the documents ending the war in the Pacific were signed.

The story of the saboteurs of the U.S.S. Barb is one of those unique, little known stories of World War II. It becomes increasingly important when one realizes that the 8 sailors who blew up the train near  Kashiho,  Japan  conducted the ONLY GROUND COMBAT OPERATION on the Japanese "homeland" of World War II. 

The eight saboteurs were:
Paul Saunders
William Hatfield
Francis Sever
Lawrence  Newland
Edward Klinglesmith
James Richard
John Markuson
William Walker. 

Footnote: 
Eugene Bennett Fluckey retired from the Navy as a Rear Admiral, and wears in addition to his Medal of Honor, four Navy Crosses ... a record of awards unmatched by any living American. 

In 1992 his own history of the U.S.S. Barb was published in the award winning book, THUNDER BELOW. 

Over the past several years proceeds from the sale of this exciting book have been used by Admiral Fluckey to provide free reunions for the men who served him aboard the Barb, and their wives.

PS:  The Admiral had graduated from the US Naval Academy in 1935 and lived to age 93, passing on in 2007.

Lt. Dean Hallmark -- Member of Doolittle's Raiders

Meder Crew No. 6 (Plane #40-2298, target Tokyo): 95th Bombardment Squadron, Lt. Dean E. Hallmark, pilot; Lt. Robert J., copilot; Lt. Chase J. Nielsen, navigator; Sgt. William J. Dieter, bombardier; Sgt. Donald E. Fitzmaurice, flight engineer/gunner. (U.S. Air Force photo)




by Tech. Sgt. Mike Hammond 
Air Education and Training Command Public Affairs 

4/18/2007 - RANDOLPH AIR FORCE BASE, Texas (AETCNS) --  "I don't need a light to tell me what I already know!" said 1st Lt. Dean Edward Hallmark, ripping the flashing red light bulbs from the display in the cockpit of his B-25. It was April 18, 1942, and Lieutenant Hallmark and his crew were running out of gas over the coast of China following the famous Doolittle Raid. When the fuel lights illuminated, it wasn't news to the pilot or his crew. 

About 63 years later, while watching the film, "30 Seconds Over Tokyo," a different kind of light came on for a relative of Lieutenant Hallmark... a cousin he never knew, but who unknowingly followed in his footsteps in serving the country. "All of a sudden, someone said 'There goes Hallmark!' And I began to wonder if he could have been related to me," said Army Capt. Adam Hallmark, a squadron signal officer based at Fort Hood, Texas. "I'm sort of into genealogy, so I started doing some research. I eventually found out we were distant cousins -- which turned out to be a complete surprise for everyone in my family!" 

Captain Hallmark said his research led him to pencil in the details of what followed his cousin's last mission. "He was captured shortly after his plane went down (April 18, 1942), and eventually taken from China to Japan for what they (enemy forces) called a 'war crimes trial,'" Capt. Hallmark said. "Then he was taken back to China, where on Oct. 15, 1942, he was executed." 

Capt. Hallmark attended last year's Doolittle Raider reunion, where he met some of the surviving crew members who knew his cousin. Lt. Col. (Ret.) Chase Nielsen, who passed away this year on March 23, was at that reunion. A fellow POW from Lt. Hallmark's plane, Colonel Nielsen told Captain Hallmark his cousin was "real cool," and a team player. "Colonel Nielsen remembered that Lieutenant Hallmark let the guys on the plane decide whether to try crash landing in China or to ditch in the ocean," Captain Hallmark said. "They elected to ditch in the ocean, and he did -- but not before ripping the 'low on fuel lights' out of the display panel and tossing them on the floor!" 

Hearing the details of his distant cousin's military service has instilled pride in Captain Hallmark. "Reading about his sacrifice has really motivated me," the captain said. "He took the job, not even knowing what it was, and he did it well. Then, after what he endured as a POW, and eventually giving his life... I'm not going to let the family down." 

Captain Hallmark said he has served a year in Iraq already and is scheduled to go back for a longer period of time in September. As this year's reunion ceremony took place in a hangar full of reporters and Airmen, many noticed the Army captain in full service dress uniform standing silently near the surviving Raiders. "I'm here to honor Lieutenant Hallmark and those who served with him," the captain explained. 

"Since no one in my family even knew about him, I've taken it upon myself to make sure we remember him. The Raiders always remembered him, and now my family will."



WAR DEPARTMENT
HEADQUARTERS OF THE ARMY AIR FORCES
WASHINGTON 
July 9, 1942.
GENERAL DOOLITTLE's REPORT ON JAPANESE RAID
April 18, 1942
This report has been reproduced by the Intelligence Service, Army Air Forces, under the direction of the Commanding General, Army Air Forces and distributed as shown.
Further dissemination in the Air Forces, except among the higher staff officers, is prohibited. Certain parts of this considered suitable for wider dissemination are being extracted at this Headquarters and will receive wide distribution shortly in the form in Intelligence Summaries. The start and finish of the raid are believed still unknown to the Japanese, and it is this information which it is desired to safeguard.
Airplane No. AC 40-2298 -- Took off at 8:40 a.m. ship time
Pilot
Lt.
Dean E. Hallmark
0-421081
Co-pilot
Lt.
Robert J. Meder
0-421280
Navigator-Gunner
Lt.
Chase J. Neilson
0-419938
Bombardier
Sgt.
Wm. J. Dieter
6565763
Engineer-Gunner
Cpl.
Donald E. Fitzmaurice
17360
This airplane landed in the Nangchang Area near Poyang Lake. From the best reports available (which are not to be relied upon) two crew members, presumably Sgt. Dieter and Cpl. Fitzmaurice are missing and three crew members, presumably Lts. Hallmark, Meder and Neilson were captured by the Japanese. It was reported that one of these was bayoneted resisting capture but was not killed.

Here is a website on the Poyang Lake area of China http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Poyang_Lake  and I’ll add a Google map that should show the map between Toyko and the landing/crash site.



Progress



Day by day, we try to move a little toward God's perfection.
So we need not be consumed by maudlin guilt for failure to achieve His likeness and image by Thursday next.
Progress is our aim, and His perfection is the beacon, light years away, that draws us on.
~ As Bill Sees It

The peaks and valleys of my life have become gentle rolling hills.

Prayer

I don't need to shut myself in a closet to pray.

It can be done even in a room full of people.

I just remove myself mentally for an instant.

As the practice of prayer continues, I will find I don't need words.

For God can, and does, hear my thoughts through silence.

~ Daily Reflections, p. 322


Prayers may seem unanswered, but never are.

Tuesday, April 10, 2012

Those who love you are not fooled

Those who love you are not fooled by mistakes you have made
or dark images you hold about yourself.

They remember your beauty when you feel ugly;
your wholeness when you are broken;
your innocence when you feel guilty; and
your purpose when you are confused.
~African saying

Friday, April 6, 2012

Possibilities

I have come to believe that hard times are not just meaningless suffering and that something good might turn up any moment.

That's a big change for someone who used to come to in the morning feeling sentenced to another day of life.

When I wake up today, there are lots of possibilities.

I can hardly wait to see what's going to happen next.

I keep coming back because it works.
~ Alcoholics Anonymous, p. 374


It works -- it really does!

Pueblo Blessing

Hold on to what is good,
even if it is a handful of earth.

Hold on to what you believe,
even if it is a tree which stands by itself.

Hold on to what you must do,
even if it is a long way from here.

Hold on to life,
even when it is easier letting go.

Hold on to my hand,
even when I have gone away from you.

Thursday, April 5, 2012

Easy Does It

"If it's worth doing, it's worth doing well,"
doesn't mean if it's worth doing,
try harder and harder.

Doing it well means relaxing and
letting the actions unfold gently,
naturally, without force.

Pull back a little.
Relax.

Wednesday, April 4, 2012

Hope


Hope is the priceless ingredient for recovery.
This, AA gives, most frequently not in mere words.
Upon the alcoholic's first contact with AA, as he looks around the room and sees men and women respectively clothed and in their right minds, enjoying themselves, that flicker of hope begins to burn.
And he says to himself, "If these jokers can do it, I can."
The first need, beyond any other, is hope.
Without it, there is nothing.
~ Experience, Strength and Hope [Vol. 1], pp. 156-157


If I don't drink today, I have the hope of a tomorrow.'

"Must"

"Must" appears many times in the Big Book, along with a few "absolutes."

This doesn't refer to our requirements for working the Program.

It just lets us concentrate on what we can do, not on what we can't.

Tuesday, April 3, 2012

Slow Dance


Have you ever watched kids
On a merry-go-round?
Or listened to the rain
Slapping on the ground?
Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight?
Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?

You better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.

Do you run through each day
On the fly?
When you ask How are you?
Do you hear the reply?
When the day is done
Do you lie in your bed
With the next hundred chores
Running through your head?

You'd better slow down
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.

Ever told your child,
We'll do it tomorrow?
And in your haste,
Not see his sorrow?
Ever lost touch,
Let a good friendship die
Cause you never had time
To call and say,'Hi'

You'd better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.

When you run so fast to get somewhere
You miss half the fun of getting there.
When you worry and hurry through your day,
It is like an unopened gift.
Thrown away.

Life is not a race.
Do take it slower
Hear the music
Before the song is over.

Monday, April 2, 2012

Awareness, Acceptance, Action


Dear God,

Slow me down when all I do is try to fix and control things and people. Help me to first accept situations, as they are when I become aware of them.

Slow me down in your stillness.

Mark my awareness with unselfishness, my acceptance with humility, and my actions with usefulness to me and others.

~ The 12 Step Prayer Book Volume 2 by Bill P. and Lisa D.

Origin of the Left & the Right

I have often wondered why it is that Conservatives are called the "right" and Liberals are called the "left."

By chance I stumbled upon this verse in the Bible:

"The heart of the wise inclines to the right, but the heart of the fool to the left."
Ecclesiastes 10:2 (NIV)

Thus sayeth the Lord. Amen.

Can't get any simpler than that.


Spelling Lesson:

The last four letters in American..........I Can
The last four letters in Republican.......I Can
The last four letters in Democrats.........Rats

End of lesson.

Test to follow in November, 2012