Kay Buena's Blog

 As a “Military Brat”, a positive term used to describe children of parents in the Armed Forces of the United States of America, I have a strange but (I think) interesting point of view of what is considered normal. (Well, it is certainly a  different normal than most.) I went to 10 schools and 4 different high schools. This gives one the ability to adjust quickly and make new friends and meat unusually interesting people from all walks of life; many of whom were united in protecting our country. Sometimes, to get through this erratic life-style we developed an unusual sense of humour, that helped us to NOT focus on the danger that filled our daily lives. My Father is a retired Air Force Officer, and a WWII Veteran, he was with the Space program from the very beginning with project Mercury. After he retired from the Air Force, he worked for the National Aeronautics and Space Administration as a private contractor until and after the Lunar Landing. As his children, we were part of a sort of a ‘packaged-deal’; although, I am sure there were times in his life when he was less than pleased with this troublesome lot.

I am a “civilian” now. But this childhood that I shared with my brother and our many friends, has built a solid base for a creative person. This I continue to strive to be, even in my senior years. I love my country and I love Texas. For an artist, these days and times, that is pretty strange.What I criticise in my art, is meant in humour- not to offend. And I am an equal opportunity offender.

I have Virginian, Powhatan Indian Blood in my veins,from my father’s side of my genetics, several generations have diluted this, but it comes out more times than it rationally should.

Remind me that FaceBook clings to your hands and won’t let go if you have a “smart” phone, but is full of generation X,Y and Z-ers, people too involved with anything and everything except realitiy, history,or logic- to pay alot of attention to anything but his or her navel. Yet I had a really good ‘rant’ going and I didn’t want to waste it. Here is or was my point: the “War” in the Middle East, in which our troops have been involved since Bush 43’s Administration, has really been going on for thousands of years. But what all these “sit- ins” (or what ever they call it these days) & these purposeful protesters are missing, as yet again they take over yet another building is: This war is about too many people (an ever growing population) fighting over Terrorism,Territory, Power,and Supremacy, to say nothing of natural resources. But first and foremost, our Allies, although I am betting that some of the these Facebookers, the younger crew, are not even aware of what that means (and these days the status of who are the USA Allies? is a complex issue); but many of these Countries are yet again fighting for their very lives and homes, and we (the USA) are obligated to help them do that in some form. Afghanistan, Egypt,Turkey, Israel, Saudi Arabia, Iraq,and Jordon are among our Allies: are they not? ‘Search that, I did, and what I discovered was different than what I had though.

Yes, this war we are helping to fight has been going on for thousands of years in that same part of the World. Yet now, we hope and pray. that our presence there, along with our advanced technological weaponry and our truly finely trained soldiers might effect that area of Planet Earth in a way that the last couple of thousands of years could not do.

WWII had clearly defined enemies: the German Nazis and the Japanese.That it did not last longer than it did was due to the tenacity and the “sheer-D” guts of our American Troops and our Allies, and the deterrents provided by  a couple of Humongous Bombs in Japan.You may think of this as a cliche, however our true enemies in both of these long lasting Wars have been the same: Terror and Tyranny, and how do we stop those.

Please note that many of my best friends are young, street smart, and self-educated and/or curious as to History and Governmental issues. That’s a lot different than the group I inadvertainly described in the first of this blog. Also, as I have become somewhat of a “Facebook addict”, that is prof that many users of Facebook certainly are not young.

I was a woman and sliped on a cold slick tile floor. I was in a hurry and turned quickly, only to find myself sprawled prone on the floor having broken my left forearm in several places and crushing my hand. I have been a singer-songwriter and a guitarist and piano player ‘eversince’ I can remember. Once I did that very nicely. Now, that all is “well” again, I can”t hold on to a cup with my left hand. I can hear the music and the piano is tuned. My piano’s name is Rubin. He waits in the corner of the living room, for that fool woman to come and sing “He’s go what it takes, but it breaks his heart to give it away.”
Rubin was very generious.When he was young.

KayBuena, aka Caroline Abbitt Sauer, 11-29,2011

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