Friday, March 29, 2013

 

http://www.informationweek.com/government/mobile/veterans-affairs-byod-plans-on-hold/240151979

J. Nicholas Hoover | March 29, 2013 02:25 PM

The Department of Veterans Affairs, which has been planning to let VA employees use their own mobile devices in the workplace, will not move forward with those plans until it can resolve legal issues surrounding confiscation and investigation of personal devices in cases that may merit those actions.

Think government is not invasive.

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I’ve done one of those “extensive” studies. I actually lived some of the events. I’m speaking, of course, of the seemingly amazing abilities of women to read men’s minds (not being female, I cannot claim that women can read other women’s minds. Having watched, as recently as today on FOX News, women in conversation with women, talking over one another as they do so readily, I’m convinced they do read one another’s minds).

I know that I have read minds, myself. Oh, not read minds, as such – meaning that all your thoughts are mine type mind reading. As a matter of fact, I can’t spot a liar from an innocent most times (although I have learned that when a woman tells someone to look her in the eye and repeat what was said that she is fixing to really read ones mind. It’s different than when a woman looks one in the eye and lies her ass off, which is a sure sign, by the way, she’s fixing to lie to you. She looks you in the eyes.)

So, anyway, like I say. Sometimes I can read minds. But in a nice way. I carry on conversations with people. It’s only happened a few times in my life, so I don’t suppose it’s a talent a fellow can claim. Not withstanding I’m saying I can do it. Just not all the time, nor with any regularity, like, you know.

Way back when there was some commotion on the installation. The civilian workers, Koreans, were creating havoc with their supervisors and  the job. The workers got to climbing on the roof of the supervisors buildings before breakfast and parading up and down the flat tops telling the folks under them what they were going to do to them, the job and the supers families. The workers would then go on to breakfast (company provided).

Those super type folks feared for their lives and appealed to the US Military for aid. Their prayers were answered and the Gods of Uniform granted them the boon of assistance – I was among the sixteen pulled out of the blue green waters that morning (I was riding around on a DUCK (I’ll leave it to the reader to find that) providing security for the installation).

It so happened we were carted off to the civilian compound very early, without briefing or knowledge of where or what, and we climbed a few ladders and lined up across a flat topped roof.

Sixteen armed men, commanded by a Lt Col , makes a rather special consideration. We waited in the pre-dawn for for hours without a sound. Truly.

Then about day break came a great deal of noise and loud voices, warning us that the group was gathering. Soon one man popped to the roofs rim directly opposite me. I just looked at him, he turned and spoke to others behind him, the noises ceased below. Quiet.

The man looked at me, I at him. No one else spoke, or made a sound on that roof. The man, in his mind, I guess, asked who were we and what were we doing there.

I told him we were obviously Americans, that jumping on the supers roofs would have to stop.

He asked why.

I told him because it was upsetting the programs on going and detrimental to good discipline.

He said that they (the workers) wanted more pay and better working conditions.

I asked him, still conversing in this strange world of the mind, if their (the workers) pay was more than the Korean Army’s pay.

He indicated that it was.

What if, I asked, the President of Korea recalled all the workers  to the homeland and drafted them into the Army and then sent them all back to Viet Nam.

He considered, turned and departed the roof.

Minutes later the Col told us to depart. I stopped and started to tell the Col what we’d talked about, but thought better of it.

Some few months after the incident (read two year or more) I read, in the Stars and Stripes European Edition, that indeed, the New President of Korea, had re-called all the civilian workers home to Korea, had drafted them into the Army, had then returned them to Viet Nam.

I’ll leave it to the reader to separate fact from fiction.

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From the reaches,

Ten Whiskey

About tenwhiskey

User tenwhiskey is also the author of this blog. He currently lives in small town Kansas in a semi-retired condition. His kids are married and gone (thank you). An empty nester. Divorced. Very happy with life as it is. Ten Mile maintains a personal blog here, writing of events as they appear to him; commentary, and opinions abound. He deviates into fiction as the mood strikes and creates flash fiction stories and short stories. He will not warn the reader when he drifts from fact to fiction. He feels adults are, generally, smart enough to figure out which is which. He does, however, attempt to make his fiction sound as true to life as possible. You have been warned. He, as time permits, writes and occasionally sells writing. More often than not he gives it away to various non-paying publishers of Ether Magazines, forums or for entertainment on a wall for in need of a hand friends. He likes candy, pies and a certain amount of strife. In the matter of strife - in his yourth on the farm, he became embroiled in a slinging fight. The fight involved lath as a launcher, fresh cow patties as ammo and it was a six way free for all. A little mud only adds (Umm?) a certain taste to life.
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