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Very quick Flightline Friday – F-4 shotdown by SA-2 in Vietnam, 1967 October 10, 2014

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I had an old fighter pilot buddy I used to know who did a tour in Vietnam in the backseat of the F-4 flying with the 37th TFW out of Phu Cat, mostly.  He, and a lot of other Vietnam pilots, would often take tape recorders up with them and tie them into their cockpit audio.  So, it recorded not only his and his front seater’s words, but also the radio loop.  Well, some pilot below did that, on a mission when he witnessed another aircraft in his flight happen to get shot down by an SA-2 SAM over North Vietnam.  It’s pretty riveting audio if you know what is going on.  That “strobe,” which was how the threat warning display reported the fact that there was a radar tracking them, is frightening to me even 50 years later and sitting in my safe chair.  Getting a strobe was nothing unusual, it happened all the time, and the correct response was to go to the “notch”, to try to break the lock of the radar.  In this case, the aircrew was unable to do so, with the result that they were shot down:

By the way, the captioning is wrong, the callsign is Dodge, not Fox.  They wouldn’t use Fox that is a term used to describe an air-to-air missile launch, as in “Fox 1” to call a Sidewinder shot, or Fox 3 for AIM-120 AMRAAM.  Yelling Fox 1 or Fox 2 all the time would be terribly confusing and not a little bit dangerous in terms of aircraft radio callsign.

One aircrew managed to bail out, the other died.  God rest his soul.

Great sermon for you October 10, 2014

Posted by Tantumblogo in awesomeness, Basics, General Catholic, Glory, Grace, Interior Life, Latin Mass, priests, sanctity, scandals, secularism, Tradition, true leadership, Virtue.
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I heard this sermon last Sunday and was quite impressed.  I really enjoyed it and got a great deal out of it.  There is an awesome joke at ~10:15 you cannot miss. It’s not a silly, jokey sermon, but this little one liner makes a great point.

The sermon is on the Sacrament of Extreme Unction and the vital role it can play in aiding our final hours or days in this life, or anytime serious illness threatens.  Extreme Unction can certainly be the difference between eternal life, and eternal death.  It is a Sacrament that has, like the others, been very much abused and mistreated in the past 50+ years.  This sermon goes a long way to correcting misunderstandings and abuses:

Another video, an appeal to aid the FSSP’s mission in Columbia.  The TLM is not widely available in huge swaths of Latin America, and encounters a great deal of episcopal opposition.  But wherever it appears it tends to be well received.  Please consider supporting this mission, you will see how to in the video:

More info here.

Saint Peter Julian Eymard on charity October 10, 2014

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I don’t know about y0u, but I need all the reminders, explanations, and exhortations regarding charity that I can get!  I’m always appreciative to read such writings by Saints, and then I look at myself and say: “You stink at this!”

From Vol. 5 of the Eymard Library, The Eucharist and Christian Perfection II:

You must, therefore, practice charity always and in everything.  The opportunities are numberless.  If they do not present themselves, look for them.  When you are free to choose between two good works, the one personal, the other charitable, choose the latter, it has double merit.  But above all, I repeat it, let your charity be humble.  Proud charity is egoism or forced benevolence. [Most interesting point.  And false humility is a most dangerous thing, as well.]

Examine yourselves on these points: Are you charitable supernaturally?  Do you honor brothers by our charity?  Are you devoted to them, or your family?

How many sins we commit against charity!  In thoughts, for instance, by rash judgments.  Remember that what will harass us the most on our death bed – after sins of impurity – will be the memory of our sins against charity.  Who called you to be the judge of your brothers?  That anxiety at our death – according to Saint Vincent Ferrer – is the punishment of such sins which is meted out even in this world.  The first impulses of rash judgments are nothing; but to remain with them, to acquiesce in them, this is to murder our brother in our heart.

And then in words.  How many faults pious souls and religious have to reproach themselves with on this point!  

There are also the sins against charity in action or by omission.  Let us examine ourselves carefully on this point and let us take the means of correcting ourselves.

He who does not sin against his neighbor almost never sins against God either, because love is single, even if it has a twofold object and, as it were, a double channel.

———-End Quote———-

As a controversialist type blogger, much of the above concerns me quite a bit.  There is a fine line between correcting errors abroad for the sake of others, for confirming others in their faith through salutary example of things to avoid, or decrying ongoing scandals in our midst, and lapsing into uncharitable judgment in excoriating others.  This is something I always try to keep in mind, but I know that I fail at times when pushed to the limits of exasperation.

This is something I think most faithful/traditional bloggers, writers, and commentators struggle with.  Some obviously more than others.  I do try to be circumspect and balanced at all times, but I will be honest in admitting that balancing the practice of charity with this blogging habit is not always easy.  I know some priests who would say just stop, don’t mess with it, it’s not worth it, but I know others who feel there is great benefit in efforts like mine and simply counsel prudence in all things.  I have always tended to hear the latter better than the former – our wills are powerful things!

At any rate, I pray you find the above useful and edifying.  I, for one, very much appreciate these calls to examination of conscience I read periodically in the Saints – I just wish and pray I remembered these counsels always, especially when my hot tempered blood is up!

My paternal grandmother, God rest her soul, said her father in law, my great grandfather, was the meanest man she ever knew.  My grandfather was a hot tempered man. It runs in families, I tell you.  So, in our modern parlance, I’m absolutely blameless, right?  Heh.

But those mean men turned 400 acres of Kansas grasslands into a very profitable farming enterprise, well before there was much of any mechanization.  I have a photo of my great-grandfather driving a team of 21 horses to pull what passed for a combine in those days.

That same grandmother said Heaven is an 8×10 room, and it’s not crowded.  And yet somehow we all envision ourselves being there, don’t we?

Lord, have mercy on this sinner.  That is all I can say.

What rough beast slouches towards Bethlehem? October 10, 2014

Posted by Tantumblogo in abdication of duty, Christendom, disaster, episcopate, error, foolishness, Four Last Things, General Catholic, horror, paganism, persecution, scandals, secularism, the return.
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William Butler Yeats, in the aftermath of Europe’s first deliberate suicide attempt (World War I), wrote the following.   Nearly 100 years ago!

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: a waste of desert sand;
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Wind shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

Alright, this is cheap and easy, but what the heck:

As I said last week, a deeply prayerful and discerning individual might see in many recent events even warnings directed towards Christ’s Holy Church.  But who am I to judge?