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Under
Pressure, Blumert Produces Military Records
by
Burton S. Blumert
by Burton S. Blumert
Memo
From Editor Rockwell
To: Blumert
"These
are dangerous times. Since it’s an election year, everybody’s military
record is being examined with a finetooth comb.
"There
are questions about your commitment to liberty, Blumert.
"It’s
time to come clean. And don’t tell me again that your records were
lost in the San Francisco earthquake.
"You’ve
given us different versions about your military career.
"Once,
you dazzled a group of young libertarian women with an absurd tale
about being America’s ace fighter pilot during the Korean War.
"That
you’d shot down 15 MIGs and reached the rank of Major General upon
retiring. (For your information, the women weren’t dazzled. They
were nauseated.)
"I
also recall, during a discussion about Senator John McCain, you
had to outdo his epic tale by recounting your experience in Korea.
You told the group you were a POW for NINE years, finally released
in a trade for a Russian ballerina who had defected to the West.
(It was later learned she was a female impersonator.)
"I
want the truth, Blumert. I expect an immediate response."
Memo:
from Blumert
To:
Editor Rockwell
"Alright,
I admit it. Some of those reports of my being an Air Force ace,
shooting down 15 Russian MIGS are greatly exaggerated.
"Actually,
the closest I ever came to combat during the Korean War was getting
airsick in an Air Force Transport and barfing all over the pilot’s
dress uniform carefully folded on the seat next to me.
"It
required all my negotiating skills to survive that close call.
"Before
finally winding up in Air Force blue, like all other thinking cowards,
including Dick Cheney, I did everything to avoid the draft.
"Dick
Cheney’s five deferments are chicken feed. I had at least eight.
The first 7 were related to student deferments.
"Then,
disaster. The rules changed. The only deferments left were for war
related research, like PhDs working on Hydrogen Bombs.
"I
had run out of options. It was like waiting for the executioner
to beckon. Korea, here I come.
"Then,
a glimmer of hope.
"Get
a job in a factory doing war-related things," some unremembered
faceless fellow said. "This can get you out of the draft and
it won’t cost you much."
"Details
are blurry and I don’t recall the price, but I have a faded recollection
of depositing money in somebody’s Swiss Bank account. My next image
is of sitting in a windowless interview room in a Long Island City
factory.
"I
later learned that they produced pretty little precision objects
that made bombs more deadly.
"Management
consisted of seven ex-Nazi tool and die makers. After five minutes
with me it was clear that I had to be kept away from any task that
required dexterity, or tool and die making skills.
"There’s
only one job here for you, Blumert," SS Officer Schmidt said,"Cutting
the aluminum bricks, that’s your job. An average person can cut
six bricks in a day. You might do four."
"It
took three days, six band saws and a gallon of cooling fluid to
produce my first (and last) cut brick. All of a sudden, combat in
Korea seemed less horrible than another day at the band saw.
"There
must be some way other than the band saw to avoid the draft?
"Yes,
flunk the pre-induction medical and get the magical ‘4- F’ status.
"The
setting for this medieval ritual was a cavernous stone building
on Whitehall Street on Lower Manhattan, clearly built for earlier
wars. Hundreds of thousands of shivering American kids in their
skivvies were herded through the drafty old facility during WW 11
and those with a sense of irony were later able to make the
experience part of a comedy routine.
Nobody
was spared the indignities.
"Bend
over," the rear-end doctor ordered.
"Do
you like girls?" the psychiatrist inquired.
"Can
you see the eye chart on the wall?" If you located the wall,
this doc was satisfied.
The
doc in search of hernias said, "Cough, but not on me."
"I
didn’t get the cherished ‘4-F’" rating, but had they awarded
a 3-E status, I might have come close. But, you know the old bromide,
close only counts in horseshoes.
"I
was resigned to my fate: Korea here I come. Only divine intervention
could save me now.
"I
don’t know if the US Air Force qualifies as an agent for divine
intervention, but they came to the rescue.
"
During the Korean War, the Air Force was having a tough time acquiring
and keeping pilots. No surprise. Some functionary at ‘military intelligence’
decided that if the enlistment period were cut from four to two
years they would net more volunteers.
"Well,
they netted one more, me, Blumert.
"The
prospect of serving in the Air Force for two years instead of being
killed or maimed on a desolate Korean mountainside was irresistible.
"The
draft board was indifferent. Air Force/Army, it was all the same
to them. ‘Go to the Air Force, my son, with our blessings.’ Maybe
those weren’t the exact words, but I was off to Basic Training and
Aviation Cadet school.
"This
is the end of Part I."
Part
II will reveal Blumert as a glamorous Aviation Cadet.
You
will learn that he was the only Cadet in his class who didn’t know
how to drive a car. (The other Cadets could disassemble and assemble
a motorcycle in two hours).
You
will get the details when, Blumert, wearing Air Force Blue, almost
won $16,000 on a popular TV Quiz Show.
You
will be fascinated (yawn) learning of other notable incidents in
Blumert’s Air Force career.
"Finally,
Editor Rockwell, I trust that making this information public will
put those ugly rumors to bed, once and for all.
"(I’m
having some difficulty locating the negatives of those horrid photographs
that keep popping up on the Internet. I assure you, they have all
been digitally altered.")
May
3, 2004
Burt
Blumert [send him mail]
is publisher of LewRockwell.com,
president of the Center
for Libertarian Studies,
and proprietor of Camino
Coin. See Burt's
Gold Page.
Copyright
© 2004 LewRockwell.com
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