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Monday, November 24, 2014


Greetings and Salutations to All my Kith and Kin and All the Ships in Outer Space:

For the best effect, please enjoy watching, in "FULL SCREEN" mode, this automated video series of a collection of my homemade amateur video recordings of ME (!) performing MY ORIGINAL COMPOSITIONS, consisting mostly of songs and poetry I wrote, with a wee attempt at a bit of comedy thrown in.

For the best effect, please enjoy watching, in "FULL SCREEN" mode, this automated video series of a collection of my homemade amateur video recordings of ME (!) performing some of my ASSORTED FAVORITE SONGS that other people wrote and recorded.

On each of these collections of my homemade amateur video recordings, you have the option of either watching the entire series, as it automatically plays one video right after the other, and/or watch only selected individual homemade amateur video recording(s) by merely specifically choosing any one (01) or more of my homemade amateur video recording(s) in that collection.

If you watch my homemade amateur video recordings at the YOU TUBE web site, you'll be able to see the lyrics posted in the space directly below each of my posted homemade amateur video recordings.

These homemade amateur video recordings are not in any particular order, but are all mixed up.

Folks, I'm merely an unknown amateur, and I don't make any money from any of this.

I reckon if it weren't for the invention of personal computers and the establishment of the Internet (which I personally regard as divine gifts from our Almighty God), no one would ever hear my songs. 

Thank you for watching. 

John Robert Mallernee
1800 Beach Drive, Unit 311 

********* WARNING ! ! ! *********

These dangerously illegal and immoral subversive underground resistance messages are being surreptitiously monitored by the Beaming Internet Government Broadband Radio Oscillation Telecommunications Hearing Electronic Reconnaissance (i.e., "B.I.G. B.R.O.T.H.E.R.") as part of a coordinated official clandestine domestic surveillance investigation, in cooperation with the National Administration of Zealous Interrogation (i.e., "N.A.Z.I.") and the Commission On Message Monitoring Investigative Electronics (i.e., "C.O.M.M.I.E."). 

Serious felony criminal charges are pending, with extreme penalties yet to be determined!


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"God bless us, every one."  
Charles Dickens (1812 - 1870) 

"Everyone of us who is alive today will die, and for that reason alone, we should be more kind towards one another."
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"You have enemies? Good. That means you've stood for something, sometime in your life." 
Winston Churchill

"In ancient Rome, the Christian martyrs resisted the State, saying, 'I don't care what happens to me.' The modern 'Christian' (?) acquiesces to the State, also saying, 'I don't care what happens to me.'"
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"Either roll up your sleeves or wring your hands, you can’t do both." 
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"We all have to overlook the broken gate to see the 'flowers' beyond the gate."
Posted by Rick Martinez 

"Nationwide repeal of all firearms legislation, accompanied by a restoration of racial segregation, along with legalized implementation of Code Duello, would immediately resolve almost all contemporary social problems."
John Robert Mallernee




Retired personnel and former members of the Army (as described above) may wear all categories of medals described in this regulation on appropriate civilian clothing.

This includes clothes designed for veteran and patriotic organizations on Veteran’s Day, Memorial Day, and Armed Forces Day, as well as at formal occasions of ceremony and social functions of a military nature.

Personnel may wear either full-size or miniature medals.

Personnel who wear medals on civilian clothes should place the medals on the clothing in approximately the same location and in the same manner as for the Army uniform, so they look similar to medals worn on the Army uniform.


Comrades in Arms:

Here at the Armed Forces Retirement Home, one of the guys, who was considering placing an order for some medals from an Internet dealer, was listing all of his decorations, and I advised him that he ought to order his medals mounted for wear, as that is the easiest way to put them on your clothing.

He said he could understand putting his medals in a display case mounted on the wall of his room, but when would he ever actually WEAR his medals?

I've worn my medals on a lot of occasions, so I've been thinking about that.

Since our Country is at war, it's especially appropriate for us veterans to wear our military decorations on our civilian suits.

We need to set an example for the younger generation.

It's even more true for those of us who served in the old Republic of Viet Nam, because of how we were mistreated and dishonored by our fellow Americans when we made the horrendous mistake of coming back from the war.

The first time I ever wore my medals was when I got married.

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I was a Specialist Five in the United States Army, and, in compliance with the uniform regulations for enlisted personnel which were in force at that time, I wore them on my dress green uniform, along with a white shirt and black bow tie.

I also wore that same uniform when my wife and I attended a formal military ball at the NCO club celebrating the Cavalry's birthday.

As a civilian, I wear my medals whenever I attend a military funeral (and unfortunately, I've been to a BUNCH of military funerals).

Here in Mississippi, it's too hot to wear a proper coat and tie, so I settle for pinning my medals to a khaki shirt.

If it's an event which is not a formal occasion, then I just wear the ribbon rack, similar to how we wore our "Class B" uniform when on active duty in the United States Army.

Attending the Virginia Scottish Games and Festival
Anytime I march in a parade, I always wear my medals.

Anytime I attend a public patriotic or military event, I wear my medals.

Anytime I'm wearing my Scottish kilt, and sporting full Highland regalia, it will include wearing my medals.

National Tartan Day is a fine example of that.

I wear my medals when celebrating the birthday of the United States Army.

I wear my medals on Veterans Day, Memorial Day, and Armed Forces Day.

I wear my medals on Independence Day.

If invited to a dinner, I wear my medals on Thanksgiving Day.

That was inspired by my experience as a soldier in the old Republic of Viet Nam going to Australia on a Rest and Recuperation leave in November of 1971, and learning that Thanksgiving was a uniquely AMERICAN holiday, not observed anywhere else.

Other days to wear medals might be the Nineteenth of April, Constitution Day, and Bill of Rights Day.

It's whatever is patriotic and respectful.

I've learned that the full sized medals should be worn on the breast of the suit coat.

For formal evening occasions that require a tuxedo, miniature medals should be worn mounted on the lapel of the suit coat.

When wearing miniature medals while attired in evening dress, unit awards are not worn.

New Year's Eve Dance
I also bought a set of miniature ribbons, which I wear on the lapel of my suit coat when I go to church, or anywhere else that requires wearing a coat and tie.

Miniature Ribbon Rack
for wear on lapel of suit coat.
At the time that I bought them, I bought the type that pin on, but I've since learned that the type that are magnetically mounted are a better buy.

Also, for years, I wore my Expert Rifleman Badge when wearing my medals, but I recently learned from a retired United States Marine Corps gunnery sergeant that firearms qualification badges are not supposed to be worn when wearing the full sized medals.

When purchasing medals, I recommend getting two sets, one mounted for wear, and the other for a display case mounted on the wall.

Looking from left to right:
My stepmother's awards, my father's medals,
and my own decorations.
As another bonus for all of us military veterans, several years ago, the Department of Defense issued an announcement, which was also published by the Department of Veterans Affairs, stating that all military veterans, even when attired in civilian clothing, are now permitted to render a military salute (i.e., the position of "PRESENT, ARMS!"). 

In other words, you can salute like a soldier, instead of having to place your hand over your heart, like a civilian would.

Do you know the difference between a "medal" and a "decoration"?

Although we generally use those terms interchangeably, they are NOT the same thing.

The definition is determined by the shape of the metallic device which hangs below the ribbon.

If the metallic device is a round disc, it is a "medal".

A metallic device with a distinctive shape, such as a cross or a star, is a "decoration". 

Military decorations, service awards, and medals are often mistakenly confused with one another.

Decoration is a term for awards which require specific acts of heroism or achievement, whereas a service award or campaign medal is awarded for serving in a particular capacity in a particular geographical area and time frame.

In either case, an award or decoration may be presented as a medal.

So, don't be embarrassed to wear your medals in public.

Why else were they awarded to you - - - , just so you could keep them hidden in a drawer or on a closet shelf?

Thank you.
Armed Forces Retirement Home
1800 Beach Drive, Unit 311
Gulfport, Mississippi  39507



Shalom Aleichem to All my Kith and Kin and All the Ships in Outer Space:

For the best effect, please be sure and enjoy watching, in "FULL SCREEN" mode, the slide shows and the series of video recordings that I've provided in this message.

Oh, this is beautiful!

It evokes such pleasant memories of when I visited the land of Israel in August of 1971, while on a special thirty (30) day leave as a young trooper serving in the old Republic of Viet Nam with the 101st Airborne Division "Screaming Eagles" of my beloved United States Army, one of the most inspiring moments of my life.

AAAAAND - - - ,

I'm very pleased to point out that Israel ALSO has a "101st Airborne" unit!

They are the 101st Airborne Battalion "Cobras".

Nifty, huh?

Please note that upon graduation from their Basic Combat Training, each of the new Israeli soldiers is issued two (02) sacred and very special items - - - , an assault rifle and a Bible.

Oh, if ONLY we would do the same thing in our own United States Army!

Yes, upon successful completion of their Basic Combat Training, just as they do in the modern State of Israel today, each and every one of our new soldiers in our United States Army should be issued a Holy Bible and an assault rifle - - - , with the issued assault rifle to remain in his personal possession and carried with him, fully loaded, at all times and in all places.

If a common, ordinary soldier can not be trusted with that responsibility, then he shouldn't be in the United States Army, should he?

As it now stands, in the eyes of our Almighty God, we Americans, as a people and as a nation, surely are condemned by our own hand, because of contemporary social acceptance and enthusiastic promotion of abortion, infanticide, homosexuality, paedophilia, euthanasia, adultery, and outright rejection of the Bible and of Jesus, who is the Christ.

During my tour of Israel, I stayed at the Park Hotel in Tel Aviv, and was the only Christian on Jewish guided tours.

Ah, but the miraculous modern land of Israel really is a combination of the Bible - - - ,

and Hollywood ! ! !

If you ever get the chance, do go visit the land of Israel, and see for yourself how wonderfully inspirational it is!

"There, I was - - - ,"

Todah Rabah.

John Robert Mallernee 
1800 Beach Drive, Unit 311 
Gulfport, Mississippi  39507



Gather 'round, my comrades
And I'll tell of the day
I boarded a plane
And flew far away.

In Viet Nam, I'd spent
Six months and a year
Living like a dog
And surrounded by fear.

So, I bid "Farewell!",
With leave orders in my hand,
As Trans World Airlines
Flew me to the Promised Land.

The Land of Israel,
The Land of the Book!
I could hardly wait
To have my first look!

After many long hours
Above the clouds we'd trod,
Trans World Airlines
Finally landed at Lod.

In Tel Aviv,
I roomed at the "Park"
And ventured forth,
Happy as a lark.

Bethlehem, Masada,
Jerusalem of Gold;
I visted them each,
And other places of old.

I met a young lady
On my guided bus tour.
Entranced by her femeniness,
I thought, "Vive L' Amour!"

From Montreal, Canada,
Is where she came.
But, I was too shy
To ask her name.

All through the trip,
I watched her and stared.
She would never know
How much for her I cared.

We would never meet,
As decreed by the Fates,
For the girl went to Greece,
As I flew to the States.

I bought Yemenite jewelry for Mom,
An antique sword for myself.
Pictures of Israel
Are in albums on the shelf.

Though I'm back in Viet Nam
With my head in a whirl,
I remember Israel,
And I remember that girl.


AAAAAND now - - - , 

Boy, oh boy, oh boy, it's time to watch a movie!

For a larger view that's easier to read,
please click on the movie poster.
For the best effect, please be sure and watch, in "FULL SCREEN" mode, this video recording of the 1966 Hollywood epic, "CAST A GIANT SHADOW", brought to you, FREE, with limited commercial interruptions, through the magnanimous generosity of the HULU web site. 

"CAST A GIANT SHADOW" is the true story of Colonel David Daniel "Mickey" Marcus, United States Army, who became the very first commanding general of Zahal, the modern army of the newly created State of Israel.

(1902 - 1948)


Under Section 107 of the Copyright Act of 1976, allowance is made for "fair use" for purposes such as criticism, comment, news reporting, teaching, scholarship, and research.

Fair use is a use permitted by copyright statute that might otherwise be infringing. 

Non-profit, educational, or personal use tips the balance in favor of fair use.

So, pop some corn, grill some hot dogs, send out for some pizza, pour some ice cold root beer, gather 'round your young'uns, snuggle up on the big comfy couch, dim the lights, and - - - ,

"ROLL 'EM ! ! !"

Pass the popcorn, please.



Greetings and Salutations to All my Kith and Kin and All the Ships in Outer Space:

In the Autumn of 2013, those of us residing at the Armed Forces Retirement Home in Gulfport, Mississippi who are not career military retirees, were officially declared Department of Defense designees, authorizing us to now receive medical treatment from the 81st Medical Group at Keesler Air Force Base, an option that offers a much superior alternative to the Gulf Coast Veterans Health Care System in Biloxi, Mississippi.

Did you know that, statistically, in over half of all heart attacks, the ONLY symptom is sudden death?

To complicate things further, heart attack symptoms vary for each individual.

One very common symptom in virtually ALL heart attacks is - - - "DENIAL"!

The person suffering the heart attack delays seeking emergency response because they don't want to accept the awful truth that they are in the process of dying right NOW, this very minute!

I wanted to play Santa Claus on Christmas Eve.

A few days earlier, even though I had very little money, I'd gone downstairs to the Navy Exchange mini-market located on the Main Floor of our Armed Forces Retirement Home, where I purchased five (05) gift wrapped boxes of assorted chocolates, two (02) tins of Christmas cookies, and six (06) very large Hershey's Kisses chocolate Christmas candies, which were the gifts I planned to stealthily and secretly distribute to - - - WHO?

This is what I had successfully done the previous year, and nobody caught me, or knew it was me, so I wanted to do it again for Christmas of 2013.

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please click on the photograph.
Well, around 2300 Hours, plus 30 Minutes on Christmas Eve of 2013, I woke up from my brief nap, and sat on the edge of my bunk.

My head began woozily swimming, and I felt a sensation of something within my body suddenly falling from my brain to the soles of my feet.

What the heck was that sensation?

Immediately, I knew I was in big trouble, and wouldn't be able to play Santa Claus.

So, I laid back down to continue my nap.

That's when the really bad toothache began deep within the gums and jaw on the right side of my face.

Once again, I sat up on the edge of my bunk, and rummaged through the drawer of the nightstand, searching for toothache medicine.

At some point, my chest began hurting, and I thought it might be heartburn.

So, after walking around in my quarters for several minutes, hoping this suspected mere heartburn symptom would ease off and go away, I laid back down on my bunk, and then felt the pain in my back, located at the same height as the pain in my chest.

One way to tell if it's merely heartburn or a heart attack is the length of time that the chest pain lasts.

If the pain lasts longer than a few minutes, call the ambulance, lest someone else should have to contact the police, the coroner, and the funeral home.

Remember, "DENIAL", is the most common symptom in ALL heart attacks!

Well, I pulled on my clothes and slippers, and rather than going downstairs to our medical clinic, I pulled the emergency cord located by my bunk.

Then, while sitting on the sofa awaiting their response, I touched my forehead with my hand, and felt the sweaty clamminess, which, when combined with the other symptoms, was the sure giveaway that THIS was the real thing!

The night nurses came to my room and, while examining me, called for an ambulance.

While waiting for the American Medical Response ambulance to arrive, they gave me two (02) aspirins.

Folks, if you've ever seen that television commercial for Bayer Aspirin, which recommends taking aspirin at the first sign of a heart attack - - - ,

Well, it is the absolute gospel TRUTH ! ! !

Taking that aspirin made all the difference, for by the time the American Medical Response ambulance crew arrived, the pain began slightly easing, and when we reached the Emergency Room of the 81st Medical Group at Keesler Air Force Base, the pain had completely disappeared.

So, instead of being admitted to the Intensive Care Unit, they put me in a room of the Medical Nursing Unit on the Third Floor, while they drew blood samples and interviewed me.

When they learned the results of the blood tests, they had the indisputable proof that I indeed had suffered a heart attack, resulting in serious damage to the heart.

Thus, I was immediately transferred downstairs to the Intensive Care Unit.

While lying there, I had visitors, Brother Jerry Guynn and Brother Bill Sowers, my assigned Home Teachers from the Gulfport Ward of The Church of JESUS CHRIST of Latter-day Saints (i.e., the "Mormon" church).

Brother Sowers anointed my head with consecrated oil, and with their hands upon my head, Brother Guynn pronounced a Priesthood blessing.

The following day, which was the day after Christmas, I was wheeled into the Cardiac Catheterization Room.

The gal who was about to begin the procedure warned that it would feel like a wasp stung me, and that sensation would last about twenty (20) seconds.

However, I felt NO pain or discomfort at all.

During the cardiac catheterization procedure, the patient is required to be awake, in order to answer questions.

But, the sedative drug that is being administered intravenously, has a side effect of erasing all memory of what's going on.

A little while ago, one of the guys told me it is the very same chemical that's better known as the notoriously illegal "Date Rape Drug".

So, the only thing I remember is the very beginning of the cardiac catheterization process, which went perfectly, as four (04) drug eluting stents were implanted in the arteries surrounding my heart.

Unfortunately, what happened after I was returned to Intensive Care WAS a nightmare!

For some reason, they couldn't get the bleeding to stop at the point of my groin where the catheter had been inserted.

So, as they continually tried everything they could think of, I was forced to lie on my back, absolutely still, and therefore unable to relax and get any sleep, as they tried femoral tourniquet after femoral tourniquet, and even bandaging with a sandbag weight.

Nothing seemed to work, and everybody was worried.

Then came the worst of all, when they decided to take turns putting direct pressure on the wound, pressing down hard with two (02) fingers.

Oh, what unbearable pain I then had to endure!

It went on all afternoon, all night long, and on into the next morning.

Finally, they found the solution, which was to administer injections of two (02) drugs, Lidocaine and Epinephrine, at the wound site, and then place an occlusive bandage on it.

Oooooh, what a relief!

They gave me Percocet tablets for pain, and Melatonin to help me sleep, and then transferred me to the Surgical Nursing Unit on the Fourth Floor.

The private room was really great, for it had a large screen television and a beautiful view of the Back Bay in Biloxi, Mississippi.

For a while, I had to have lots of help doing anything, because I was so dizzy and faint, due to hypotension.

But, Saturday 28 December 2013, only FOUR (04) DAYS after my heart attack, was the big day, for I was able to return to my comfortably furnished private quarters here on the Seventh Floor of the Armed Forces Retirement Home in Gulfport, Mississippi.

I consider this event a real blessing, for now that I know what MY heart attack symptoms are, my chances of surviving any future subsequent heart attacks are greatly increased.

The very BEST feature of being hospitalized at the 81st Medical Group on Keesler Air Force Base was being surrounded and attended to by all those lovely young girls!

All that eye candy is a lonely old geezer's fantasy!

Probably due to the mandated constraints imposed by "political correctness", it appears that females now far outnumber males in the United States Air Force, as it is certainly the rather obvious case in the 81st Medical Group hospital.

But, so what?

I was plumb HAPPY ! ! !

Girls! Girls! GIRLS ! ! !

And each and every one of them young and, oh, so pretty, pretty, pretty!

All in all, based entirely on my own personal experience and observation, hospitalization and/or medical care at the 81st Medical Group on Keesler Air Force Base is undoubtedly far, FAR superior to what I've encountered at the Gulf Coast Veterans Health Care System in Biloxi, Mississippi.

I've heard the same opinion expressed by other military veterans and/or fellow residents here at the Armed Forces Retirement Home in Gulfport, Mississippi.

Thank you.

John Robert Mallernee 
1800 Beach Drive, Unit 311