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How to Get Ahead Faster and Be Happy

Would you like to know how to get ahead faster and be happy while doing so?  Of course who doesn’t?


Here’s a technique you can use immediately to begin to create the life you want and be happy now!

Let’s begin with


Everything’s Repetition and so, Happiness is Repetition, and Success is Repetition.

Think about it…

Repetition has produced everything and everything is repetition.

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The Universe is repetition.


The World is repetition.


You are


I am


It’s repetition of the hammer that builds the building.


It’s repetition of the jack Hammer and wrecking ball that tear down the building.


Repetition, it rings the school bell


And it’s the repetition of fuel explosions that powers our cars, and

Digs the ditch and

Plows the farm field, and

plants the corn, and

harvests the corn, and

Repetition of chewing eats the corn.

Repetition, it’s Walking and Talking

and Swimming and …

Sand is created by it


weight gained by it


and Exercising and building muscle and losing weight too.

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By repetition of Nuclear Reaction the Sun sends waves of  heat and light and life.


And some of those sun rays fall on an elephant–A giant adult circus elephant.


The Circus Elephant Story

Have you ever seen a huge circus elephant?   The adult can easily lift 2000 lbs with its trunk!  And yet, the circus trainers keep them in one place with a small wooden stake – a stake that they could easily pull out.

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So how does that happen?  Well, when the elephant is a baby it is tethered, by its ankle, to an immovable object, with a heavy steel chain.  Thus held for most of its young life, by the time it is an adult, it is conditioned to believe that it cannot escape when tied at the ankle.  Thus, by repetition, the elephant is conditioned and held in place.

*Now, I want you to hold on to that thought–because that is the first puzzle piece.


Repetition of Thought Conditions and Controls our Behavior

Thought repetition—equals moods and actions.  Let’s explore further.

Do you know how to make yourself feel bad?

I’ll bet you do, in fact, if you’re like most people, I’ll bet you’re an expert at it.

Consider this:

Negative Movies

Have you ever become upset by something someone does or says and then allowed it to distract you from your plans, upset your mood, or ruin your day?


“But, ‘he stepped on my toe!’

‘She gave me the sign!’

‘Cut me off in traffic!’

‘He kicked my cat!’

‘She kicked my cat!”


Then you repetitively run this thought movie over and over in your head until it literally ruins your day.  Have you ever done this?  And sometimes you continue,

Over and over you dwell on it and a seething anger builds up inside of you.  You go home that night and play it over and over again, on and on and on!

Why you’d think it was the best picture in town!


Then you’re lying in bed at night and you even invent a sequel, it’s the revenge sequel:


“I’m going to get even, he kicked my cat, I’m going to kick his cat”

It’s crazy!

But now you can use it to your benefit by realizing: you are in charge!

You’re the projectionist; and so, you get to select the movie, right?


So why not the next time it happens (someone offends you) and from here on out, you purposely play a mental movie you’ll enjoy?

It’s simple, what you do is this: When you catch yourself repetitively playing a negative mental movie, switch it to a positive mental movie.

First you have to create one, so you can have it ready to go for just such an occasion.  So now you build a positive movie for your mental movie file.  (To insure it’s effective you want to develop it and play it, and make sure it works for you.

Positive Movies


Here’s a little trick you can use to not only save your day, but propel you in the direction of your ideal lifestyle.

Create your very own happy movie.

Here’s how, see in your mind’s eye a mental movie of you doing what you really enjoy doing, and being with who you love being with.  See yourself in your idyllic lifestyle doing what you love and being with who you love. Keep playing this movie and then, by experimenting with your thoughts, condensing it to a one (1) minute movie script.

This one (1) minute movie, when played in your mental vision, must make you happy.  This is your Happy Movie.

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Now, make a second one (1) minute movie outlining your most ardent desire.  This will be your Achievement Movie.

Make it the theme of your most ardent long-range goal.  Something you want to accomplish or have in the next three to five years.

Make it the last scene of the last act—the scene that most exemplifies what you want.  It’s you on the trip, with your family, in your home, winning a contest,

Make it an exciting, sensory filled mind’s eye visual that shows you getting what you want, and living the life of your dreams.

You increase its power by shrinking it down to one (1 ) minute in total thought time.

This is your Achievement movie.


**These positive movies are the second puzzle piece.


Now to put it all together.

Combine Repetition with Positive Movies to Be Happy and Live Successfully (Put the puzzle pieces together.)

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Make it your habit, like brushing your teeth, to run/play your achievement movie two to three times per day.  (It only takes 1-2 minutes each time you do so. So time is not a problem in doing this habit.)


And use your happy movie to replace your, “he kicked my cat”, negative movie.  Whenever you catch yourself running a negative movie, switch it to your happy movie.

And experiment running your new mental movies back to back.  This will get you in a good mood and refocus your mind on doing things to progress towards your dreams or keep you on track.   To repeat,

Be sure to run your movies whenever you are down, sad, mad, running negative movies, etc.  And make it a habit to watch your Achievement Movie three times every day.

By doing so, you will control your conditioning, your moods and thoughts.  And by controlling your mental conditioning, moods and thoughts

you will control your actions and thereby your destiny,

All—by simply taking control of the repetition in your life!

Do it now: Start today and begin to use repetition effectively to live out your mental movie in reality.  This is you living your LifeVision.  Play the movie, control your mood, determine the actions that will make it happen, take such actions repetitively, repeat, repeat, repeat.  That’s effective use of repetition and the best way to use the time of your life.

In short, you use repetition to accomplish the stuff in your movie, your one-unwavering aim, your LifeVision.


Look, what I’m trying to say is simply this: “don’t be like the circus elephants.”

You can control your conditioning and your moods and actions and destiny—by taking control of the repetition in your life!

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If you are serious about living your dreams I urge you to Start Now!  Do it now!  NOW!




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Believe Like Evel Knievel

The name Evel Knievel will probably ring a bell in the minds of many of you reading this.


For those who don’t know, Evel Knievel was the greatest motorcycle daredevil that ever lived.  In his career he made over 300 jumps.  He once jumped over 19 automobiles.  He jumped over 14 buses.  And he was the first to attempt a jump over the water fountain at Caesars’ Palace, Las Vegas, NV.

When attempting the Caesar’s Palace jump, he made the distance over the fountain but missed his landing ramp.   And because of that the Caesars Palace jump went down in recorded history as the most watched sporting event in television history, but for the wrong reason.  What made it famous was this: It was the most horrific crash ever recorded on film.  When he hit the ground, Evel tumbled and slid on concrete and asphalt for over 100 feet.  In this wreck he broke thirty-nine bones and suffered a skull fracture.  “Thirty nine (39) broken bones in that wreck and fractured his skull”–hard to imagine how he survived it.  But survive it he did.

Evel Knievel spent 29 days in a coma after the Caeser’s Palace jump.  His Doctors told him he may never walk again; and, that he would never ride a motorcycle again.  So certainly daredevil jumping the bike was out.  But Evel Knievel didn’t believe the Doctors.  He believed in himself.  And because of his own powerful beliefs, he walked out of the hospital in three months.   And, five months after the accident he was doing another jump, this time he was attempting to jump over fifteen cars—unfortunately, he crashed again—this time he broke a foot and a leg.   Incredible as it may seem, the best was yet to come.


These accidents only furthered Evel’s fame; in fact the terrible accident at Caesars’ had catapulted him to National Fame and hero worship status; and now history was about to be written because Evel believed in himself.

My Jump

I have something in common with Evil Knievel.  You see, when he attempted to jump the fountain at Caesars’ Palace, it was November 1967.   And just a few short years later, I too made a jump on a cold November day, only the year was 1973.

The story begins in Pittsburgh on a cold, gray fall day.  The leaves had all fallen and it was damp all around, having rained recently.  The air was crisp and you could see your breath as you exhaled.  The ground was sloppy mud and wet leaves with puddles here and there.   I was thirteen at the time and as was usual in those days I hung out at a local ball park with my friends.  On this chilly November Saturday we had gathered with our bikes at the field.


We noticed when we arrived that some construction activity had taken place since we where there last.  They were adding a new drainage system to the football field, and the contractor had dug pits here and there.   Also there was some lumber lying around here and there.   Being that there was wood for jump ramps, we gathered together some materials for making them and built a couple of small ones.  On these ramps we practiced making small jumps with our bikes.


Then someone asked me if I thought I could jump over one of the pits.  Now these pits, well don’t hold me to it, it was a long time ago, I think they were about six feet in length by three feet across and maybe two feet deep.  Since it had been rained recently, there was standing water in the pit as well.  The water wasn’t deep, maybe four to six inches, enough to get you good wet if you fell in though.   And since I was asked, I accepted the challenge.   “Sure”, I said.

So we built a make shift ramp on the edge of one of the pits.

Now, I’d seen Evel Kneivel do this many times (on TV) so I knew what I had to do.

First, a couple of warm–up laps.  Then a couple of “approaches”, where you drive right up to the very top of the ramp, stop there and survey the obstacle and landing site.  Then one final warm-up lap, and this time as you come around towards the ramp you get up to full speed, and go off the ramp.

So as I’m coming around the final lap, here’s the scene:  I was probably thinking something along the lines “I can do it.”  And I hit that ramp at full speed.  About three quarters of the way to the top something in my head changes, a doubt pops up, and I slam the brake and skid off the end of the ramp.  Even at that I almost made it across the pit, but not quite.  My bike crashed hard into the bank of dirt directly opposite the ramp.  And at the same instant, one of the peddles slammed into my shin.  The cross bar was into my groin.  My face smashes into the dirt bank.  My arms mangled in the handle bars between the dirt and the bike.  My feet and legs partially submersed in cold water.  My friends laughing hard.

Now as quickly as I could, I crawl out of the pit.  And as I begin to hobble aimlessly, trying to remove the pain by walking it off, one of my friends walks up along side of me and says, “Why, why did you hit the brake.  You know you had it made easily–if you wouldn’t have hit the brake.”   I said, “I don’t know, I don’t know.”  But, they knew and I knew, I had panicked.  For some reason, a doubt popped into my head and with that doubt I tried to abort the mission; but it was too late, I was going too fast to stop in time, for I was out of ramp.  If only I wouldn’t have had that doubt I would’ve made that jump easily.


Why did that doubt show up right there and then?  What went wrong in my head?  Back then I never gave it much thought; I didn’t go home and analyze my psyche and beliefs.  But I sure was embarrassed and mad at myself for failing; and yet I  learned something important.  For now I knew after that I didn’t want to be a daredevil.  It hurt too darn much.

After my small and basically harmless mishap, I respected Evel Knievel even more so.  How did he do it?  How could he return to jumping  after major crashes that nearly killed him?  And how could he be come so successful at doing something so dangerous?

So what was the difference between me that day, and Evel Knievel when he did his jumps?

In a word, BELIEF.

Evel Knievel had enormous belief.   And on that cold November day in 1973, I had a teeny, tiny belief.

Evel Knievel had enormous belief in himself.  And that is the Secret to his success–and yours!








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The Dead Bum

It was cold outside but that was typical for February in Pittsburgh.  And nothing else was remarkable about this Saturday either, nor foreseen; in fact it was downright boring here.

And as usual, it was afternoon by the time this particular group of teenage boys got together.   Today, mostly out of boredom, they decided they would go down to the river and look around.  Before they got there though, they went exploring along the railroad tracks that ran alongside the Allegheny River.  Walking along the tracks, they soon happened upon a parked freight train.  So naturally they began investigating the behemoth–checking out the train and seeing if they could enter into one of the box cars.  This was their immediate fascination and spontaneous goal.   And yes, I was one of those boys.

I was 13 yrs old at the time.   And, we were looking to open all the box cars we could;  so, we ran about trying all the doors on all the cars, climbing on them and just being curious in general.

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When we happened upon one we could open, we found it was pretty close to black coal dark inside.  Even though it was difficult to see, by opening the door some light was casting in and we thought we could make out a lump of something back in the far corner—the furthest from the door.  “There’s something back there for sure”, someone said.  Then another, “Let’s go check it out”.    We figured our eyes would adjust a little better once we got inside.  So we all hopped up in to get a closer look.

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It was dark in the car but deep inside the car it was even darker.  Squinting to better focus we were pretty sure there was something in there, back in the back.   “Wonder what it is?”  One of the boys remarked.  And so, after a few minutes of discussion,  we decided to walk back to the lump and find out what it was.  My best friend went first and I was directly behind him, right over his shoulder.   As we approached the lump it started to take on the possibility of a human form; but whatever it was it was mostly covered over.  So, we approached it cautiously.  Finally, we were right on top of it.   Next, at the urging of our companions, we reached down to pull the cover off of it; and, huh?  It was a filthy bearded man and he wasn’t moving.   I was momentarily frozen at what we discovered and then I thought, “he’s dead!”    And in an instant, with that thought in my head, I spun around and booked out of their so fast, I figured all my friends saw of me was a blur.  I flew out the box car door like a cannon-shot and hit the ground running.  Then my friends were not far behind.

I must have run a good fifty yards or so before I slowed to a fast walk; and now my friends were starting to catch up to me.  While they were in pursuit they where hollering questions at me and yelling for me to hold up.  “Hold up”, “Wait up”, “What was it?” they hollered.  They wanted to know why we were running.  So, when they finally caught me, they basically grabbed me to stop my forward movement; then asked, “What was it?”

I stammered, “It’s a dead guy”.   Friends, “What?”   Me:  “Ya, a dead guy.”


Everyone had an astonished look on their face.  But, then came — “Are you sure?”   “We where standing around in there talking, we walked over there and uncovered him, why else wouldn’t he have moved by now”, I said.   Then came curiosity,  “Let’s go back and check it out.”  “Ya, I want to see the dead guy.”   “I never saw a dead guy”  and stuff like that.  Then my buddy who was the first upon the guy said, “maybe he’s not dead, let’s go back and take a look.”   And with that, we agreed we’d go back and check out this dead fellow.

To tell you the truth, I didn’t want anything to do with it—I was scared of him and would rather just go tell someone about him then go back and look again.   But my friends where much more curious and braver than I was; so, they pushed and pulled and coerced and coaxed and I went along — begrudgingly.

When we climbed back into the boxcar, I lingered back, staying by the door for a quick exit.   I didn’t want anything to do with the dead guy.

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My friends, started off by hollering, “hey buddy”, and  “hey mister” and making assorted hooting and hollering sounds as they approached the lump; trying to wake the dead I supposed, but more likely assuaging their owns fears.  Then it moved.  “Hey, mister” one of my companions yelled at it.  And, it stirred and awoke and began to say something.  Heck, he wasn’t dead after all, but only sleeping.  But he was almost dead; I figured he was; but he was just almost dead.

Turns out he was a hobo, a starving, half-frozen, thirsty hobo.

After he woke up and after we expressed our concerns for him, there was a quick introduction. Next, he started asking for water and cigarettes. Or maybe it was the other way around.

But, when we told him we would go for help, he asked us not to, he didn’t want us to tell anyone about him.   I think he said something like he didn’t want to get in trouble for trespassing on railroad property and anyway he was OK; he just needed a smoke and some water.  So, we assured him we’d help him out and that we wouldn’t tell anyone.  He told us his toes were frost bit but played it down, like it was no big deal and that otherwise he was OK.   So after a short visit, in which he never moved from his resting spot, we left to retrieve him the things he wanted.


A short while later we were home raiding our mother’s refrigerators, and picking up some smokes, I forget how.  Around supper time we came back to the train and gave the stranger, water, food and cigarettes.  We asked him a lot of questions and he told us Hobo Stories; and he became our friend; he was our secret bum friend.  So we had a secret new friend and the mystery, secrecy and sanctity of trust was exciting to us.  We assured him we’d visit again the next day–Sunday.

The next day we made a couple of visits to see our new friend.  On these trips, we would bring along other friends who were curious and wanted to share in our find.  And, each time we brought him supplies, smoked cigarettes with him and listened to his hobo stories; we even gave him a blanket, so he could get through the night a little better.

Now, it was Saturday afternoon when we first discovered our new friend and the daytime temperature was cold but not bad.  But the nighttime temperature was bitter cold.  And we began to worry for our new friend because of it.  And even though he claimed he wasn’t, to us kids, he seemed in pretty bad shape physically.  We discussed our concerns among ourselves and we were seriously worried that our new friend might die if we didn’t tell someone to rescue him.


So finally, on Sunday evening, we realized we better break our promise to the old coot and tell one of our parents–because this guy was in serious danger.  One of the other boys elected to tell his father and together they led the police to the hobo.

Later in the week we received a progress report.  The police, accompanied by our friend and his father, took the hobo to the local VA hospital and there, because they were frost-bitten, they removed a few of his toes; but otherwise, he survived and he was going to be OK.

If we wouldn’t have gone back and woke this guy up, he would’ve kept on sleeping and froze dead for sure.  Thank God my friends and I were curious.

But the point I truly wanted to make to you with this story is in regards to how my false belief (that it was a dead guy) drove my thoughts and actions and caused me to take off running.   Beliefs are like that, we act on them whether they are real or not.

So what does this mean for you?  Well, perhaps like most of us, you too have a false belief  that is holding you back.  What would it mean to you if you discovered it and eliminated it?

Do you have erroneous beliefs holding you back?
Motivational Speaker Zig Ziglar used F.E.A.R. as an acronym to describe this particular phenomenon of fear.  He called it False  Evidence  Appearing  Real.  One way to find out if this F.E.A.R. is operating in your life is to examine your fears rationally.  If you desire to do something and fear is holding you back, then isn’t that a signal for you to examine your fear?  Yes, if that’s the situation, then it’s a good time to take a hard look for indications of this F.E.A.R. phenomena working on you.  Moreover, you might consider doing this type of self-examination a few times a year–looking specifically for evidence of this fear phenomenon in your life.  By doing so, you might uncover false evidence that’s holding you back from living a richer, more enjoyable life.

Here’s the best part.  If you do this exercise and find erroneous beliefs, that’s a good thing.  With this information in hand, you can make sound, reality based, adjustments; which in turn will lead to good things happening in your life; and all because you examined your fear and removed a false barrier that’s been holding you back somehow.  Once you remove these false barriers, you begin to do some things you were previously afraid of doing; because now you know the truth.  So don’t be afraid — examine your fears and take-off!


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Remembering U. S. American Heros — Memorial Day

Memorial Day, to most Americans it marks the beginning of summer and that’s fine; but remembering our fallen service men and women, people who’ve died while serving all of us, is the true point and purpose of this holiday.

Millions of Americans have a relative or friend who has made the ultimate sacrifice, and perhaps you are one of those people.  For me, while many in my family have served honorably, I can’t recall or don’t know of any, that  died doing so; so in this regards, I am fortunate.  Nonetheless, I like to celebrate by remembering the great people who have made my freedom possible.

As a nation we have many traditional ways in which we honor the sacrifices of our heroes on this holiday.  Some of the more prominent ones are: Our President lays a wreath at the Tomb of the Unknown Soldiers Monument, our US Flags fly at half mast until noon, there are thousands of parades across the country, and millions of people visit cemeteries to put flowers, wreaths, and flags on the graves of those who died in service.

For me, one of the things I do is read random passages from a wonderful book titled, “Why Courage Matters” by John McCain  (I’ve made a tradition of it a few years now and I mean to continue it.)

“Why Courage Matters”  is one of the most amazing books I’ve ever read and many of the stories therein bring me to tears.  One of the stories I read every year, is a story about a man named Mitchell Red Cloud.

Mitchell Red Cloud was descended from Native Americans, and was a veteran of two wars and two services (He served with the Marines in WWII; where he fought dozens of engagements and finally in Okinawa–he was shot and honorably discharged.  Later, he served in the Army, in the Korean Conflict, and was awarded the Medal of Honor posthumously.).

You can read more about Mitchell Red Cloud in the book and if you read the full story it will have a greater impact on you for sure.  But, I’d like to share an excerpt from the book, picking up the Mitchell Red Cloud story at the end.

Excerpt from, “Why Courage Matters” by John McCain,

(Page 186)

      “They’re here, somewhere.”  As usual, he had Red Cloud with his Browning automatic rifle (BAR) guard the perimeter.  He could trust him to stay alert.  Ed Savach remembered how his friend claimed he always knew when an attack was imminent.  “It’s like hunting those Wisconsin deer,” Red Cloud told him.  “I can smell ’em coming.”  He knew his enemy.  He knew they liked to swing around and attack from behind after a first noisy assault from the front.  He was always ready for them.  He didn’t sleep.  They wouldn’t take him by surprise.

      Pete Salter wouldn’t sleep, either, and not just because he liked to keep an eye on Corporal Red Cloud for reassurance.  It was too “goddamn cold to sleep,” he remembered.  Most of the men just scraped out a shallow depression from the frozen earth and then tried to get what rest they could.  Salter decided to dig the biggest hole he could, all night long, if necessary, just to stay warm.  They were all low on ammunition.  The company sergeants walked among the men, asking, “How much you got?” and the answers were disappointing.  “I got two clips and a bandolier.”  “I got three clips and a couple grenades.”  “I got one bandolier, no clips.”   They could already hear shooting not far from their position, and they knew it would be a long night.

      E Company was near full strength that night, around two hundred men.  But Ed Svach recalled that they were a bastardized company by then, with fewer original members left than there were replacements and men detailed from other units to make up for the company’s heavy losses.  They were dug in on the regiment’s extreme left flank.  A five-mile gap separated them from Great Britain’s predominantly Canadian Twenty-seventh Commonwealth Brigade, also assigned to protect the Chongchon bridgeheads.  They were supposed to patrol the gap constantly to prevent the enemy from driving between them.  But that was easier said then done.  A mountain range covered the gap that made it pretty much a no-man’s-land.

      That’s where most of them came from that night, swarming down from the mountains between the Canadians and the Nineteenth’s second battalion.  They drove in from the right, too, between the second and first battalion position.  They hit all three forces that night in a coordinated attack all along the bridgehead line.  Before they attacked the second battalion, they set up a roadblock behind it to cut off any retreat.  Then they came up both sides of the hill around 3:00 A.M. on November 5, following the communications wire in the rear that led to the company post.  They completely enveloped both E and G Companies and caught most of the men asleep.  They shot them where they lay.

      Red Cloud was the first to see them and he shouted a warning from his position on the ridge just below the company command post.  He opened up with his Browning and fired magazine after magazine into the enemy onslaught.  Th soldier feeding Red Cloud his ammunition was killed almost instantly.  Red Cloud was hit, too, in the chest, but he kept on firing and gave Captain Conway a little time to try to organize some kind of defense.  But it was already too late.  They were overrun.  Ed Svach, who had already had seen plenty of tough fights and would have others, remembered it simply as, “the worst night of my life.”

      Pete Salter was still awake, still digging , when the night exploded with gunfire.  As he scrambled out of his hole, tracers were firing everywhere; illumination rounds lit the sky.  He could see Chinese soldiers shooting men near him in their sleeping bags.  All was confusion and paralyzing terror.  The men couldn’t tell if they were firing their weapons at the enemy or one another,  No one knew exactly what to do.  On the very rare occasions later in his life when he talked about the battle, he did so with economy and with no bravado.  On the contrary, he recalled his own actions with self-deprecating candor.  “I wanted to bug out.  I just couldn’t figure out how.”

      He jumped back in his foxhole for a minute or two and began a brief but intense negotiation with his God, promising to live an exemplary life for the remainder of his days if He would just get him off this hill.  Few prayers were answered that night.  But his were.

      Red Cloud was wounded but still firing and staving off the complete destruction of his company.  A dozen or more Chinese were lying dead or wounded in front of him when his platoon’s medic reached his foxhole to dress his wounds.  He didn’t think Red Cloud’s wounds were fatal and left him a few moments later to treat the other wounded.  He came back after Red Cloud had been hit again, this time more seriously, and told him that they had to get off the hill or he would die there.

      Ed Svach remembered what happened next.  He was near the command post with another member of the company, Kenneth Bradshaw.  He grabbed Bradshaw’s arm and asked him who the hell was out there.  Bradshaw pointed to an opening down the hill and said, “Follow me, we’re going down that draw.”

      Red Cloud had declined the medic’s advice and managed to get to his feet, rest his browning in the crotch of a tree, and resume firing.  With another BAR man, PFC Josph Balboni, he kept the enemy in a crossfire, opening up the draw so that those who were still alive and able could follow down the hill.  Both men would die where they fought.  And they knew it.  Red Cloud would be awarded the Medal of Honor posthumously for his sacrifice; Balboni, the Distinguished Service Cross.  The Official account said Red Cloud had wrapped his arm around a tree to stay upright.  Pete Salter remembered it differently.  He and another man had managed to crawl down to Red Cloud, who asked them to help keep him upright.  Salter got a web belt and wrapped it around Red Cloud and the tree.  Then he shook his hand, thanked him, and started down the draw.

      The fight had gone on for well over an hour by the time he began to make his way down, crawling some of the way, running when he could.  He would hear the bark of Red Cloud’s Browning all the way down.

      Pete Salter had thrown away his rifle when it had jammed, and all he had for a weapon was his trench knife.  Everyone who could was fighting hand to hand to get off the hill.  He would too, if he had to.  He was fighting for survival, and most men will have the courage for that.  It’s the courage to deny that most powerful of instincts that distinguishes the real heroes, heroes like Mitchell Red Cloud and Joe Balboni.  He was scared beyond any fear he had felt before or would ever feel again, begging God almost audibly to spare him.  “Please get me out of here.”  He didn’t want to be a soldier anymore.  He just wanted to stay alive.

      Before he got very far, he saw three Chinese soldiers approaching another Easy man’s foxhole.  He said he thought about it for a second.  “I didn’t have a rifle, and there wasn’t much I could do.”  Then, for reasons he could never explain to himself, maybe it was Red Cloud’s example teaching him once more how to be a soldier, he made his choice.  He chose to be brave.  The citation that accompanied the Silver Star he received for that decision reads as follows:

      With utter disregard for his own safety he rushed at the leading enemy soldier and choked him to death with his bare hands.  Taking up the dead man’s weapon, he killed the second of the enemy soldiers while his comrade dispatched the third.  He then continued to fight off the remainder of the advancing enemy as he withdrew to rejoin his unit.  Corporal Salter’s fearless actions reflect the greatest credit on himself and the United States Infantry.

      He and the man he saved managed to get off the hill along with a very few others.  Accounts of survivors vary, but both Salter and Svach believed only eighteen of Easy’s original members got down alive.  Red Cloud’s gun had fallen silent a moment after they were down and Chinese soldiers flooded the draw, chasing after them.  But by that time, nearly two hours after the attack had begun, four Quad 4s, armoured vehicles with four mounted .50 caliber machine guns, had arrived at the base of the hill.  They opened up on  the Chinese, cutting down scores of them.

      In the early morning of the next day, the commanding officer of the Quad 4s ordered them to help retake the hill.  Initially they refused.  “With what?” they yelled.  “We haven’t got any ammunition.”  But they knew they had to go back up.  They could hear some of the wounded crying out.  So they went.  Salter had barely started back when he was concussed by the explosion of a mortar round.  Those who got to the top unhurt counted more than five hundred enemy dead, many of them lying a short distance from the body of Mitchell Red Cloud.
(Pg. 193)

(Pg.194)  Pete Salter and Ed Svach had quite a few more tough battles to fight before their yearlong combat tour was over.  But they never had another fight as bad as their night on Hill 123.  They never forgot what was done to them there and what was done for them.

(Pg. 195)  Mitchell Red Cloud’s body was returned from Korea in 1955 and was buried in the Ho-Chunk cemetery.  Ed Svach had escorted the body home, and he remembered his friend being laid to rest according to the customs of his people, with the sides of the coffin removed so his soul could escape, a bow and quiver of arrows next to him so that he could hunt in his heaven, and a bowl of fruit for the journey.

      I doubt any man who survived Hill 123 forgot the man who saved him.  Pete Salter never did.  Nor did he forget his promise when he had begged God to spare him and God had answered by anointing Mitchell Red Cloud his savior.  He owed his life, and all that came of his life, including his children, to another man’s courage.  The debt might have seemed hard to bear at times, and he knew it would survive him and be carried by his descendents.  But he knew it was a privilege nevertheless.

      When he was dying, he told his son that God had spared him once, but he didn’t think He was going to this time.  He was worried that he hadn’t lived up as well as he could have to his end of the bargain he had made nearly fifty years earlier.  “I didn’t get it right,” he lamented.  But he had.  He had lived a good life in the years after the war, not a remarkable one, perhaps, but respectable, certainly respectable.  He made mistakes here and there, but he worked hard, provided for his family, raised his children well, and loved them.  And even had he lived a dissolute life, he should have known that he had kept much of his promise long ago, just moments after he made it, when in a terrible, terrifying moment, he made a decision to look for his courage and not found it wanting.  (end excerpt)

Why Courage Matters

Remembering those who gave their lives–so we could enjoy our life, that’s Memorial Day.

May God Bless America and the souls of the courageous men and women who died for us.

Tomb of the Unknown Soldier

A Tomb of the Unknown Soldier refers to a monument in dedication to the services of an unidentified soldier and to the common memories of all soldiers killed in any war.




Soldiers and Sailors Memorial Hall in Pittsburgh, PA

Soldiers and Sailors Memorial Hall  is a National Register of Historic Places landmark in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, United States. It is the largest memorial in the United States dedicated solely to honoring all branches of military veterans and service personnel.

It was conceived by the Grand Army of the Republic in the 1890s as a way for Pittsburgh and Allegheny County to honor the dwindling ranks of its American Civil War veterans. The Memorial today represents all branches of the service and honors both career and citizen soldiers who have served the United States throughout its history.
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Memorial Day


U.S. holiday. Originally held (1868) in commemoration of soldiers killed in the American Civil War, its observance later extended to all U.S. war dead. Most states conform to the federal practice of observing it on the last Monday in May, but some retain the traditional day of celebration, May 30. National observance is marked by the placing of a wreath on the Tomb of the Unknowns in Arlington National Cemetery. Flags, insignia, and flowers are placed on the graves of veterans in local cemeteries.

From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Memorial Day is a United States federal holiday which occurs every year on the final Monday of May.[1] Memorial Day is a day of remembering the men and women who died while serving in the United States Armed Forces.[2] Formerly known as Decoration Day, it originated after the American Civil War to commemorate the Union and Confederate soldiers who died in the Civil War. By the 20th century Memorial Day had been extended to honor all Americans who have died while in the military service[3]. It typically marks the start of the summer vacation season, while Labor Day marks its end.

Many people visit cemeteries and memorials, particularly to honor those who have died in military service. Many volunteers place an American flag on each grave in national cemeteries.

Annual Decoration Days for particular cemeteries are held on a Sunday in late spring or early summer in some rural areas of the American South, notably in the mountains. In cases involving a family graveyard where remote ancestors as well as those who were deceased more recently are buried, this may take on the character of an extended family reunion to which some people travel hundreds of miles. People gather on the designated day and put flowers on graves and renew contacts with kinfolk and others. There often is a religious service and a “dinner on the ground,” the traditional term for a potluck meal in which people used to spread the dishes out on sheets or tablecloths on the grass. It is believed that this practice began before the American Civil War and thus may reflect the real origin of the “memorial day” idea.[4]

Memorial Day is not to be confused with Veterans Day; Memorial Day is a day of remembering the men and women who died while serving, while Veterans Day celebrates the service of all U.S. military veterans, living or dead.[5]

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