The Window in Time


The Window in Time
By John Curran
If you’ve ever seen a photo of the late Jimmy Carter in his dress whites, his formal Navy uniform, well you saw a man who looked good in uniform. And naval officer Carter also knew a little something about higher level military functioning; with a Bachelor of Science degree from Annapolis in 1946, and post graduate work in nuclear physics, Carter was well-prepared for service on the future nuclear submarine fleet. Sadly, when his father died in 1953 Carter was forced to resign his commission and return home to run the family peanut business.
He he had real first hand knowledge of what it takes to be on a serious long term deployment at sea. It’s like, he’d been there, and he knew. Carter knew what it was and he cared. Such that when he became president in 1976, right after that long nightmare called Vietnam, the people were definitely ready for some respite from all of that. The nation had to heal. With Jimmy stepping in right then, whatever else did or did not occur, healing from that rupture did begin.
Jimmy did not want war and he delivered on that. For four years it was quiet. There was no reckless misadventures occurring anywhere. No provocations; like the stirring up of that old hornets nest in the Middle East when there was no need. No, there was no egging ’em on just because of some misguided ego driven power play. Jimmy would never make our troops fodder for misguided, reckless and even corrupted grand schemes. No, Jimmy Carter knew what it was to serve, and he cared; it was evident by how he conducted affairs during his time in office. He was responsible for the Camp David Accords, the most positive bit of almost there diplomacy concerning that Arab-Israeli mess that has been achieved, before or since.
And myself, I had the great good fortune to have done my service time during his four year single term. And even though mine was a combat job, infantry rifleman, I wasn’t sweating it. It was peace time now and it felt like peace time; it really did. For one damn moment in recent time the whole damn world was not talking war shit constantly and let me tell ya’ it was sure a nice change of tone; that it was. And ya’ did even get the feeling somehow that Big Guy there in Washington, DC did give a damn about even little ‘ol line troops slogging it out on some rainy muddy hill in Hawaii in the dead middle of the darkest night ever. Not shortchanged, nor forgotten, as we soldiered on with our dummy ammo and our plastic M16’s on our little war games practice mission. No more, no less, than what we had signed up for. And we were gonna make it through ’cause this ain’t asking us to do too much, only what is really necessary, to make sure we are good and ready, for if and when the time ever does come, God forbid. Jimmy knew this. I believe that Jimmy knew this very well. And I believe too, that Jimmy really cared, cared about each and every service member, as flesh and blood.






















































































































































