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A listing and access link to all:
song lyrics and mp3 audio files http://www.royblakeley.name/larry_blakeley/songs/ (all of which are a part of this Web site) can be accessed simply by selecting the "htm" file for the song you want;

poetry http://www.royblakeley.name/larry_blakeley/poetry.htm;

quotations http://www.royblakeley.name/larry_blakeley/quotations.htm; and

essays written by Larry Blakeley http://www.royblakeley.name/larry_blakeley/articles/articles_larry_blakeley.htm,

all of which are used to tell the story in this Web site, can be accessed by going to each respective link set out above.

My son, Larry Blakeley http://www.royblakeley.name/larry_blakeley/larryblakeley_photos_jpeg.htm manages this Web site.

Major Roy James Blakeley (December 10, 1928 - July 22, 1965) - USAF (KIA)

When I was young my dad would say
Come on son let's go out and play

No matter how hard I try
No matter how many tears I cry
No matter how many years go by
I still can't say goodbye

- "I Still Can't Say Goodbye," Performer: Chet Atkins

MP3 audio file/lyrics http://www.royblakeley.name/larry_blakeley/songs/still_cant_say_goodbye.htm

For a larger image click on the photograph.

- "LizardTech Email Exchanges: DjVu Image Format," LizardTech http://www.lizardtech.com, October 22, 2004.

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Post Date: October 23, 2004 at 8:45 AM CDT; 1345 GMT


And, this dead feeling just won't stop; the world turns black, cold, and dark - everything feels cold. You're alone. There's nobody else - just you. And, the silence becomes a place that becomes familiar to you.

Added the following lyric reference to my article "- "Where Do I Start?," Larry Blakeley, October 20, 2004 http://www.royblakeley.name/larry_blakeley/articles/where_to_start.htm:

"If you've never heard that silence, it's a God awful sound


I don't feel nothing, no I don't feel nothing

There's nothing to feel good about here"

- "Kody," MP3 audio file/lyrics at http://www.royblakeley.name/larry_blakeley/songs/kody_matchbox20_1997.htm Matchbox 20, Yourself Or Someone Like You, 1997.

So, the bottom line is this - you either survive, or die. I mean those were the only two choices that I saw.

Posted: October 27, 2004 at 7:55 AM CDT; 1255 GMT


The following was added to the Web page http://www.royblakeley.name/roy_james_blakeley/flight_to_clarkAFB.htm

A week, or so, ago I found my father's pocket spiral notebook he carried with him to Vietnam. It was buried in with some items in a cedar chest given to my Mother by her sister, Valarie, as a wedding gift. I was looking for other items of childhood and there it was - just sitting there - waiting to be opened and read.

At first I did not understand what the numbers meant, but as I studied over it - it became apparent that it is a handwritten log by my father of his departures, arrivals, and the corresponding times - all additional evidence of the truth of his fateful flight from George Air Force Base, California to the Da Nang Air Base, Republic of South Vietman in the late days of June, 1965 and early days of July, 1965 - and, on the last page was a listing of those items that meant something to him at the time.

His first entry is as follows: "Dep George 25/1100L" - which means he lifted off the runway at George on the 25th of June, 1965 at 11:00 AM, local time.

His second entry is as follows: "Arv Hickman 25/1330" - which means he landed at Hickman Airbase, Hawaii on the same day at 1:30 PM, local time.

And, his last entry is as follows: " Arrived Da Nang 3/1310" - which means he landed onto the runway at Da Nang Air Base on July 3, 1965 at 1:10 PM, local time.

And, his last page lists those same items he goes on to mention later in his letters, as follows:

1. Sewing machine

2. Hi-fi equipment

3. Turntable

4. Flash attachment

5. Speakers

6. Gifts for girls & Larry

7. Movie film

8. Black and white film

Here is an image of the entries in the front section of this notebook


Posted: October 27, 2004 at 6:30 AM CDT; 1130 GMT


Articles I have written:

"Larry Blakeley, Author and Publisher (imagine that - author and publisher - and, even further, imagine the power of enablement and empowerment that the internet, world wide web, and the 'unquestionable power of the written word' " - Larry Blakeley, "A Message to the Common, Ordinary, American Man"

Did some housekeeping by moving my articles in one place - then added another link in between the full text document with an abstract.

- "Just Waiting on a Pizza," http://www.royblakeley.name/larry_blakeley/articles/waiting_on_pizza_abstract.htm, Larry Blakeley, October 24, 2004. (waiting_on_pizza)

- "Where Do I Start?" http://www.royblakeley.name/larry_blakeley/articles/where_to_start_abstract.htm, Larry Blakeley, October 20, 2004. (where_to_start)

- "Why You Can't Learn," http://www.royblakeley.name/larry_blakeley/articles/why_learn_abstract.htm" Larry Blakeley, October 16, 2004. (why_learn)

- "A Message to the Common, Ordinary, American Man," http://www.royblakeley.name/larry_blakeley/articles/common_ordinary_american_man_abstract.htm Larry Blakeley, October 10, 2004. (common_ordinary_american_man)

- "Another Funeral: Youth Burying Its Own," http://www.royblakeley.name/larry_blakeley/articles/another_funeral_abstract.htm Larry Blakeley, October 5, 2004. (another_funeral)

- "The Belly of the Ship," http://www.royblakeley.name/larry_blakeley/articles/belly_of_ship_abstract.htm Larry Blakeley, September 20, 2004. (belly_of_ship)

- "The Enemy Within: The Extinction of Fatherhood in America," http://www.royblakeley.name/larry_blakeley/articles/enemy_within_abstract.htm Larry Blakeley, May 21, 2004. (enemy_within)

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Added this to the home page http://www.royblakeley.name/index.htm

Mother - you probably need to expand on this because it is unclear to those that don't know what you mean by ."..I begged him not to do that because the war might have changed by then in three months..." - Larry Blakeley, October 22, 2004.

Larry, I did send this, but what happened was: We were sitting at the table for dinner and he said something about if they needed an alternate to go to Viet Nam with another squadron besides ours, he might volunteer to rotate with them so he could be back by Christmas. He always liked to be home for Christmas. I said please don't do that for in three months when it is really time for you to rotate with our squadron, the war might have changed, maybe be over..He said we just need to get the "zip 4's" over there..Now that I look back I know he was trying to make light of it, because he saw my concern and worry about it. He might have been better off to go then, because they were doing "air to air" missions and by the time our squadron got there they had changed it to "air to ground" dive bombing and strafing at very low levels which made our pilots s"sitting ducks" for the ground fire. You picked up on my concern and being the serious, sensible child you always were you said "Dad, Mother doesn't want to be a young widow." That is when he said "I am planning on coming back." One month later he came back in a casket.

Love Mother, email from Johnnye Blakeley, dated October 22, 2004.

Post Date: October 22, 2004 at 1:45 PM CDT; 1845 GMT


Added this to the home page http://www.royblakeley.name/index.htm

Well, he returned.

Dyess Air Force Base Awards Presentation - Larry.


This photo is also on another Web page at:

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Post Date: October 19, 2004 at 12:20 PM CDT; 1720 GMT


I added this second paragraph that pertains to Jerry Waggoner's article about Mr. H:

..... We stopped in Clairmont and luckily there was a phone booth there in those days. She made a call and returned and said someone was coming to pick us up. I asked who and she said I would see. It was H Govan. He had to get up and drive the 40 miles to pick us up - at about 3 a.m...." - email from Jerry Waggoner to Larry Blakeley dated 26, September, 2004.

"Gimme a Gee! Gimme an Ohhhh! Gimme a V-A-N! GOVAN!" http://www.royblakeley.name/larry_blakeley/articles/mr_h_jerry_waggoner.htm - an article written by Jerry Waggoner, Executive Sports Editor, The Bryan-College Station Eagle, about the life of Mr. H (Henry Govan), Rotan High School Yellowhammer's one and only "water boy for 59 years." The accompanying photograph with that article is here. (2,273 words) http://www.royblakeley.name/larry_blakeley/articles/henry_govan300dpi.djvu

Twenty years later, as described in the same article written by Bo Weathersbee, my sister, Karen was a cheerleader for the same high school when this dedication to Mr. Govan was held during the half-time of a football game....

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Post Date: October 14, 2004; 12:05 PM CDT; 1705 GMT


"As to poetry, you know," said Humpty Dumpty, stretching out one of his great hands, "I can repeat poetry as well as other folk, if it comes to that..." - "Through the Looking Glass," by Lewis Carroll, Chapter VI: Humpty Dumpty here http://www.sabian.org/Alice/lgchap06.htm (the Library of Congress has the original scrapbook that was kept by Charles Lutwidge Dodgson aka Lewis Carroll here http://international.loc.gov/intldl/carrollhtml/)

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My Humpty Dumpty - in his younger years - file name: larry_karen_sharon_embrace2.djvu; but, just as life takes it's toll on all of us, he had to be patched and mended; so, my Mother would reach up for her Brother sewing machine and mend him for me. She did this for as long as I asked her to. And, as you can readily see - she patched him numerous times for me (you can see the stitching), until one fateful day, his "right arm" just disappeared, forever. We moved around a lot, so maybe it became dislodged in one of our moves, but - you know, he still works. Why? Because he never really used his arms - I furnished that for him. And, we were friends - even today.

For the imaging enthusiasts - this scanned file:


was taken in the pre-light period of the early morning, right before the sun arose for it's daily travel across the sky from east to west.

As I looked outside of my window, and savored the freshness of a new day, all the while reciting to myself the lyrics to a song that means so much to me, "Morning Has Broken MP3 audio file/lyrics at http://www.royblakeley.name/larry_blakeley/songs/morning_has_broken.htm," with its sweet acknowledgments of how marvelous each day of life really is - I silently spoke to myself and gave thanks, again, for those that shined a light on my life; those common, ordinary American men (http://www.royblakeley.name/larry_blakeley/articles/ file name: common_ordinary_american_man); men of character, values, and principles of living; truths of living life as a real man - the men in my life ("Bridge Builder" http://www.royblakeley.name/larry_blakeley/poetry/bridge_builder.htm) that gave me the strength of character to make a choice to "live"; and, over time, become wise enough to really appreciate the meaning of this song of poetry; and, just to think, much of my learning of manhood happened while I was still a boy, clutching this Humpty Dumpty of mine.

So, I thought to myself, "What if?"

"What if, I let the light of day shine on my Humpty Dumpty and just scan him using this additional lighting - my "virtual Humpty Dumpty" - nothing more than a collection of packets ("bytes") of 1's and 0's ("bits"), for storage and safe-keeping in my personal digital library - before he loses his other arm?"

So, that's what I did, here. I took the cover off the scanner, covered my Humpty Dumpty with a blank piece of white paper, ever so gently lowered his face down on to the glass, opened the shades to "let that same sunlight I was praising just moments before," and scan him. The results of that scan is the image: http://www.royblakeley.name/embrace_larry_karen_sharon/humpty_dumpty2_larry.djvu (the first scan is http://www.royblakeley.name/embrace_larry_karen_sharon/humpty_dumpty_larry.djvu)

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Post Date: October 13, 2004; 10:15 AM CDT; 1515 GMT


Changed the writings on this Web page to "tie-in" those concepts of manhood that were subsequently written about in my essays, "The Belly of the Ship" and "Another Funeral: Youth Burying its Own." John Lewis Ashton is who is watched and listened to from childhood - and, my life's bridges were built by him, and I am constructing the same for my son, Evan - that answers the questions of young boys: "Why is it worth it? What use is it? I can't go any further?"

And, most importantly - the message from us, men - "you can do it, we have crossed the ravine, and we are here to welcome you, encourage you to continue, and point to the proper path to follow in order for you to find the light and join our community of manhood."

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Post Date: October 8, 2004; 11:55 AM CDT; 1655 GMT


Added the the following file to the directory http://www.royblakeley.name/roy_james_blakeley

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Post Date: October 1, 2004 at 9:55 AM CDT; 1455 GMT


Added the the following file to the directory http://www.royblakeley.name/roy_james_blakeley

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Post Date: October 1, 2004 at 9:45 AM CDT; 1445 GMT