08 May 2011

Mother's Day 2011

 
A bittersweet day. It started sweet enough, with me visiting my second Mother, a lovely lady of the Forsythe clan. I got my usual hugs and dropped off some chocolates. I had the good fortune to see the grandkids and their mom who was looking most lovely, although claiming to be harried and with those two fiery-headed toe-rags, I doubt it not a whit.

Then it was some shopping and out to the country to see my own Mother. A delivery of chocolate gingers went over well.

I was then tasked to look at Dad's new TV, which I had bought him for Christmas, to see why some of the Bell channels were not showing up. Apparently a call to Bell is required.

And the it was a recovery operation - a number of sheets of steel, stray bits of light box frame steel and a bunch of lumber and sundry bits and pieces had been picked up by the win and lobbed down a 60 degree inclined behind the garage. One piece of steel covered 16 m (I paced it out) from the woodpile to its resting pile amid the furrows of the neighbours field.

Recovery included restacking and rebuilding our lumber pile. covering it all with the steel, ballasting that against the wind, getting out the riding mower and storing the snowblower, and then heading inside to cook dinner.

Two hours of cooking later, I had a dinner of lemon herb pacific salmon, acorn squash steam-baked and then broiled with orange marmalade and butter, a stir fry (of tomatos, red onion, orange and yellow peppers, shallots, mushrooms, white wine, cider vinegar, a lot of garlic and some pepper), some mixed basmati and long grain rice, some wine, some cooked shrimp as an appetizer, and a lemon creme/pudding tart for desert. It all turned out quite tasty, although I forgot the broccoli and the two types of zucchini I got for the stir fry (oh well).

Then it was kitchen police duty and packing to return home. All in all, fairly sweet.

The bittersweet comes from knowing my Cousin's wife Linda is just getting over gall bladder surgery while her son is in the ICU in Minnesota or Wisconsin awaiting a heart and liver double transplant while knowing the insurance will only cover one transplant and the bill will likely be $1.2 million dollars. That itself might be a death sentence for her son, who at 28 is far to young to have to face this, especially with an 8-month pregnant wife. The financial situation is unbelievable enough that even a pocket book emptying won't be enough. They've done funraisers etc. and have raised $36K, but that's a drop in a $1.2M bucket. Not exactly a good situation for mother's day and hence the bittersweet aspect.

I'm luck to have my mom and I guess she's lucky to have me. I feel for my cousin's wife and her son... no parent should have to face outliving their child.

 

22 April 2011

Combat Mission, Episode 8: Hue City on Netflix

 
I ran across an interesting 13 part TV series called Combat Misison that claimed to tell the story of a handful of famous battles of the last half century or so in the words of the participants. It also claimed to talk about little known conflicts.

I was hoping at the time that this might mean something like coverage of the brushfire wars in Africa in the late 20th century, coverage of conflicts in SE Asia, or the ME. I was thinking perhaps that this might include stories of British, French, American, Canadian, South African, and other forces engaged in some of these small wars.

Ah well, that theory didn't work out so well. The battles were all American. Many of them were from the recent engagements in the Persian Gulf, Iraq, and Vietnam. That's not bad, it's just been done before to my mind. Still, Hollywood produces most of these things, so I suppose an American-centric perspective is inevitable.

I selected the SLA Gunfight in LA as my choice, but apparently my mouse-fu was weak as the Battle for Hue came up. I knew a bit about the battle for Hue from watching other documentaries on it, but I decided to watch anyway.

In the spirit of honest review, I have to say this production had both pros and cons. On the plus side, it did give you a good feeling for the fight for the South side of Hue city and the situation the various Marine units faced as they arrived at Hue, generally unprepared.

The visuals and the first hand accounts of participants (mostly Marines) does give a perspective on the experience that is a little less academic than most documentaries. This brings a certain first-person perspective that has value in understanding how the experience was for its participants.

Also on the plus side, there was a lot of footage and the recreations were not bad either. Unlike the unreality of most Hollywood battle scenarios, where participants are artificially close for cinematic reasons, the sort of urban fighting encountered in Hue did produce exactly this sort of tete-a-tete situation.

One did develop an appreciation for what a role heavy weapons play in urban fighting and the ability to deploy them. One also developed an appreciation for chemical warfare in the form of tear gas as it was employed successfully in urban warfare in this battle. I hadn't realized from prior documentaries there was a chem-war aspect to Hue.

The show did also give one a good feeling for the costs of urban fighting - half the Marines who went into Hue were injured or killed (221 were slain). That gave a clear accounting of the meat-grinder accounting of urban warfare (whether we call it city fighting, MOUT, FIBUA, or whatever term you wish to hang on it).

On the minus side, this documentary was, like many Hollywood products, entirely one sided. There was respect for the toughness of the NVA and their tactical acumen, but there was no first-hand representation of the North Vietnamese side.

I think this is a great failing of many US documentaries; They only present historical events from the American viewpoint. I think this trend helps to foster the idea the other side's perspective is irrelevant which is a bit short-sighted and myopic. They certainly could have used some input from some of the participants on the other side to truly understand this battle.

The episode didn't dwell on the arrival of the Marines in an unprepared state as an intelligence or tactical failure, although it seems like perhaps they should have. If you are brought in as reinforcements to a fight, you should have a better logistical preparation and intelligence appreciation than what those Marines had. That probably could have helped ameliorate the eventually casualty count somewhat.

The episode pay much attention to the ingenuity of coping with the small alleys and courtyards in Hue as much as other documentaries I've seen on the subject did; In those other documentaries, you saw them using these small electric movers (of the sort you might see in airports) and some similar small gas powered vehicle such as jeeps and such to improvise ways to move 106mm Recoiless Rifles to where they were needed on the battlefield.

The episode paid a lot of its attention to the battle for South Hue and then summed up rather quickly in moments by saying the battle went on and the Marines took North Hue and the (presumably) the bridge over the river, but without describing any of that. I think this is a lacking and probably means the episode's name should have been South Hue City as that was really all that was covered in detail. I still don't know what happened to the RVN troops that were cutoff in the compound in North Hue after watching the full episode.

From a technical perspective, some of the show was fairly grainy. I notice that digital streaming (be it Netflix of Satellite) seems to struggle at times with conventional TV (standard def) presented on higher definition hardware.

Whatever technique they have for digitizing seems to not do low or variable light conditions (shadowed faces, lit by reflections, night situations) very well.

I don't know how much of the not-so-laudible visual quality is the digitization, how much is the lighting, how much might be the original copy they have to work from, or how much is Netflix tuning the streaming resolution to manage bandwidth carefully, but I did find it distracting.

Overall, I'd give this a 3.3 out of 5. It dis present some good first-hand accounts and a good picture of the fighting in the South part of the city, so that is certainly a justification for watching it. However, one should realize the gloss over some failures, present a US-centric (or US-only) view on the battle, and the focus is almost exclusively on South Hue city. Worth seeing, but watch with the provisos firmly in mind.

 

21 April 2011

The Empty Chair

From the Knights of the Dinner Table, reproduced here without permission but I do hope they would understand, as a memory of Joe:

The Empty Chair

Eulogy for a Gamer

There is an empty chair,
at the table this day.
A hallowed place where,
a friend once played.


The roll of his dice,
my ears long to hear.
Or perhaps it would suffice,
if he should suddenly appear.


With character sheet in hand,
and a bag of Cheeze-doodles to share.
All his friends would stand,
as he sat in the empty chair.


I hear his voice a-callin’,
and it ties my heart in a knot.
For he cries, “Though a comrade has fallen,
You must play for those who cannot.”


We conquered worlds on the run,
he and I in the name of fun.
And as others may come and go,
I make both both friend and foe.


But what I long for most,
is our past now long a ghost.


Joe was out for dinner with some other friends on Saturday, but didn't feel to well. He went home feeling lousy.

Sunday morning, he must have felt a lot worse because he went to the Kemptville Hospital. They wasted no time in rushing him to the Queensway Carleton. His lungs were filling up with fluid and his vitals were weakening fast.

They asked him Sunday night if he wanted to call anyone, presumably given his dire state. Being Joe, he didn't want to inconvenience anyone.

Monday, in the wee hours, he left us.

Whatever it was hit that fast, wasn't stoppable by the doctors and medical staff at the hospital, and claimed his life much too erly.

Tonight, we sat around a table and toasted Joe with a good bottle of port. We talked about what playing with him was like and what we'd miss (and a couple of minor things we wouldn't). We had a Senators cap signed by Daniel Alfredson standing in for Joe (he was a season ticket holder at the Scotia Bank Place).

Then we played the Dungeons and Dragons game he had played with us so far. We moved through the penultimate adventure and kept his character involved. The Gamemaster has a plan for the character, should he survive until the end - a good ending to his story, something Joe never got a chance to write.

It wasn't the same. Joe brought something to our game that is now missing. But it isn't just missing in the game, it is missing in all of us to one extent or another.

Peace, Brother Joseph. And Peace to your family.

19 April 2011

A Toast To Your Memory, Joseph

Today brought some harsh news. My friend Joe MacLellan, whom I gamed with weekly for enough years I don't really remember when it started, passed away early Monday morning from complications from an undiagnosed diabetes.

It was a sudden and shocking notification today from one of Joe's other friends that he had passed. I'm not sure when his last post to our game forum was, but it couldn't have been more than 2-3 weeks ago, maybe less than that.

Joe had his off days, but so do I. None of us, including I think Joe, wrote it up to anything more serious. I think Joe had even planned to play in our soon to start Formula De board-game racing championship and was involved in a Dungeons and Dragons campaign and a Champions campaign with our group. I think he couldn't have really seen it coming either.

Our esteemed Methuselah remarked on was how Joe was one of the youngest (possibly the youngest) among us. That set everyone even more aback.

I think we are all contemplating how this demonstrates how ephemeral life is, how fleeting, and how often we take for granted the people in our lives without meaning to do so. I think people are also considering how much of a miss he'll be in our group - he had a kind of quiet, unexpected sense of humour that would find you smiling when you didn't really expect it. I'll miss that about Joe the most.

I'm sorry for his Dad; Joe's mom passed about six months ago. That's a hard year for anybody. No parent should have to outlive their child.

Joe is being cremated and the remains taken back to Cape Breton for the funeral. I think it likely there will be some form of observance here in Ottawa, even if it is only his friends of various groups getting together to toast his memory and bid him peace in his eternal rest.

I think my take-away from this is a reinforcement of the lesson my parents' struggles and health concerns and scares have driven home: You just don't know when our number is up, when the good times will be replaced by rough times, and when the people you love may be suffering or taken from you.

I think the thing to do about that is to live each day a little more vividly for those who have been taken from your life and to be sure to let those in their lives know how much they mean to you.

With that in mind, I'm going to list the names of some of the people that make my infinitely better than it would have been otherwise: Mom, Dad, Cousin Alan, Linda, Jim, Jean-Pierre, Tom, Dean, Ian, Paul, Adrian, Doug, Gary, Rob, Ken, Peter, Edward, Jeff, James, Derek, Paul II, Chris, Rick, Dan, Shane, Lorry, Alex, Mel, Louise, Cathy, Myriam, Erica, Toni, Alan, Mark, Dave, Jason, Adam, Chris of Virginia Beach, Allan of Lousianna, Jonathan of Albany, Robert of Rhinebeck, Carlos of Bethany, Kurt of Stony Brook, Phil, Louise, Angelica, Susie, Shelley, Rhonda, Jim, David, Tracy and Maya, Honour and Marion, Paul and Susan, four heartbreakers, and (especially) Alexander and Jack. I've only gotten started... and if I kept on, I'm sure I could fill a page and not be exhausted.

If you are on that list or should have been and are not, then I hold for you a special affection, a warmth of sentiment and a surfeit of respect. I just wanted to say because I have the chance.

And my respects to you, Joseph. May you rest in peace and may your family find a peace in the knowledge you lived a life that touched those around you.

Tom.