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A Special Tribute

Some people have been a bit offended that the actor, Lee Marvin, is buried in a grave alongside three- and four-star generals at Arlington National Cemetery. His marker gives his name, rank (PVT) and service (USMC). Nothing else. Here’s a guy who was only a famous movie star who served his time, why the heck does he rate burial with these guys? Well, following is the amazing answer:

In a time when many Hollywood stars served their country in the armed forces often in rear echelon posts where they were carefully protected, only to be trotted out to perform for the cameras in war bond promotions, Lee Marvin was a genuine hero. He won the Navy Cross at Iwo Jima. There is only one higher Naval award…the Medal of Honor!

If that is a surprising comment on the true character of the man, he credits his sergeant with an even greater show of bravery.

Dialog from “The Tonight Show with Johnny Carson”: His guest was Lee Marvin…Johnny said:

“Lee, I’ll bet a lot of people are unaware that you were a Marine in the initial landing at Iwo Jima, and that during the course of that action you earned the Navy Cross and were severely wounded.”

“Yeah, yeah, I got shot square in the bottom and they gave me the Cross for securing a hot spot about halfway up Suribachi. Bad thing about getting shot up on a mountain is guys getting shot hauling you down. But, Johnny, at Iwo, I served under the bravest man I ever knew. We both got the Cross the same day, but what he did for his Cross made mine look cheap in comparison. That dumb guy actually stood up on Red beach and directed his troops to move forward and get the hell off the beach.. Bullets flying by, with mortar rounds landing everywhere and he stood there as the main target of gunfire so that he could get his men to safety. He did this on more than one occasion because his men’s safety was more important than his own life.

That Sergeant and I have been lifelong friends. When they brought me off Suribachi we passed the Sergeant and he lit a smoke and passed it to me, lying on my belly on the litter and said, “Where’d they get you Lee?” “Well Bob, if you make it home before me, tell Mom to sell the outhouse!”

Johnny, I’m not lying, Sergeant Keeshan was the bravest man I ever knew. The Sergeant’s name is Bob Keeshan. You and the world know him as Captain Kangaroo.”

Captain Kangaroo passed away on January 23, 2004 at age 76 , which is odd, because he always looked to be 76. (DOB: 6/27/27 ) His death reminded me of the following story.

On another note, there was this wimpy little man (who passed away) on PBS, gentle and quiet. Mr. Rogers is another of those you would least suspect of being anything but what he now portrays to our youth. But Mr. Rogers was a U.S. Navy Seal, combat-proven in Vietnam with over twenty-five confirmed kills to his name.

He wore a long-sleeved sweater on TV, to cover the many tattoos on his forearm and biceps. He was a master in small arms and hand-to-hand combat, able to disarm or kill in a heartbeat

After the war Mr. Rogers became an ordained Presbyterian minister and a pacifist. Vowing to never harm another human and also dedicating the rest of his life to trying to help lead children on the right path in life… He hid away the tattoos and his past life and won our hearts with his quiet wit and charm..

America’s real heroes don’t flaunt what they did; they quietly go about their day-to-day lives, doing what they do best. They earned our respect and the freedoms that we all enjoy.

Look around and see if you can find one of those heroes in your midst.

Often, they are the ones you’d least suspect, but would most like to have on your side if anything ever happened.

Take the time to thank anyone that has fought for our freedom. With encouragement they could be the next Captain Kangaroo or Mr. Rogers.

Send this on, please? Nothing will happen if you don’t, but you will be awakening others to what a HERO is made of.

© 2010, Lekatt. All rights reserved.

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Fort Gibson

Oklahoma Historical Site

Fort Gibson, originally built on this site in 1824.

I went to Ft. Gibson with my family this weekend for an outing. This is the site of an old fort built in 1824. I was unaware there was a National Cemetery there also.

When I was just a kid my parents and I visited this fort. My Dad donated a rifle to the museum, that was 60 years ago. My Dad called the rifle a needle gun, it was very long, longer than I was tall. For years I have wondered if that rifle was still there. So we went to have fun, and learn. I think I found the gun in a case in the museum, it is so tall it almost reaches the top of the display.

The trip was great fun, and I saw more than I thought I would. This is a great place to spend a day looking at the old fort, museum, old buildings, and the National Cemetery.

© 2010 – 2019, Lekatt. All rights reserved.

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Jim Fowler

Jim Fowler

Jim Fowler, left, one of the world’s best known naturalists, has presented information about wildlife and wilderness to the American public on television’s Wild Kingdom for more than 40 years. On the right is me.

Never know who you are going to run into at the zoo. My daughter and I went to the local zoo for “Earth Day” and was surprised to meet Jim Fowler. He came to give a talk about wildlife. It was early and he was signing autographs so we stood in line to get one. I was carrying my camera, never without a camera at the zoo, and a woman asked if I would like her to take my picture with Jim. So I did. My Dad never missed a show of “Wild Kingdom,” and his love of nature was passed down to me.

Meeting Jim was indeed an honor, he is a kind, caring individual that loves animals. He took time to sign autographs for all that wanted them.

After we met Jim Fowler we went on to photograph lions, peacocks, and other creatures.

© 2010 – 2019, Lekatt. All rights reserved.

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A Wedding, and a White Buffalo

A Wedding

The happy wedded couple departs the scene with the minister looking on.

One of my hobbies is photography. I love to take pictures of things, so several years ago, when I was still working, I bought a really good camera. This camera is better at taking pictures than I am, still not sure how to make all the correct settings. Some of my friends asked me to shoot their wedding, and I agreed. It was quite an experience, timing is everything. That will be the last wedding I do, too stressful. Pictures are slices of frozen life. We can look at a picture and nothing changes or ages. When I look at pictures made of me growing up by my parents, it is with disbelief that I could have been that thin. I spread out a little over the years.

But with this wedding came an unexpected surprise. A rehearsal dinner was held at the Perryman Ranch in Jenks, Oklahoma. The original Perryman house, built in the 1800’s, was full of antique furniture and lamps from that era, it had a wood burning stove for cooking and another one for heating, the big surprise, however, was seeing a white buffalo. Next to the house was a barbed wire fenced-in area with some cattle, and this while buffalo. Knowing the white buffalo is sacred to Native Americans I approached it with a mystic feeling. It just grunted at me and moved further on down the fence. I thought I might pet its head, but it didn’t want to cooperate.

A White Buffalo

On the Perryman Ranch in Oklahoma.

© 2010, Lekatt. All rights reserved.

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