Thursday, November 30, 2023

Consulting

      Consulting, not to be confused with insulting, has been my role with acquaintances who are planning to volunteer in Thailand.  Using my school connections in Ayutthaya they, a couple, are going to teach in "my" school.  They will be at the school for two weeks in January. It has been fun to share my knowledge of the school and also of Thailand. In my first years at the school a 4th grade teacher, named Aronsee, was my 'minder'. Her English was excellent and she was very helpful to me. She retired while I was still volunteering there. She owns a guesthouse and I think my American friends will stay there. Via Facebook and the internet I remain in contact with teachers at the school. In my absence I'm tickled that the connection will continue via these American acquaintances going there to volunteer. 

Takk for alt,

Al

                       The old building where I taught.
              The new building where Tom and Sue will teach.


Wednesday, November 29, 2023

Today's experience in poetry!

      Late this morning I drove out to my property to see if my "gates" were still up.  Gates are in parenthesis because all they are is a single stand of barbed wire strung across driveways to grassland. They are not to deter livestock. Rather they are to stop humans, known as deer hunters. Such hunters may be tempted to drive into the grassland but the single wire stops. 

    This little exercise of mine brought to mind Robert Frost. While there plenty of rocks here to build a wall they are simply put it what is called a rock pile.

Mending Wall

Something there is that doesn’t love a wall,
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,
And spills the upper boulders in the sun;
And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.
The work of hunters is another thing:
I have come after them and made repair
Where they have left not one stone on a stone,
But they would have the rabbit out of hiding,
To please the yelping dogs. The gaps I mean,
No one has seen them made or heard them made,
But at spring mending-time we find them there.
I let my neighbor know beyond the hill;
And on a day we meet to walk the line
And set the wall between us once again.
We keep the wall between us as we go.
To each the boulders that have fallen to each.
And some are loaves and some so nearly balls
We have to use a spell to make them balance:
‘Stay where you are until our backs are turned!’
We wear our fingers rough with handling them.
Oh, just another kind of out-door game,
One on a side. It comes to little more:
There where it is we do not need the wall:
He is all pine and I am apple orchard.
My apple trees will never get across
And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him.
He only says, ‘Good fences make good neighbors.’
Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder
If I could put a notion in his head:
‘Why do they make good neighbors? Isnt it
Where there are cows? But here there are no cows.
Before I built a wall Id ask to know
What I was walling in or walling out,
And to whom I was like to give offense.
Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That wants it down.’ I could say ‘Elves’ to him,
But its not elves exactly, and Id rather
He said it for himself. I see him there
Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top
In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed.
He moves in darkness as it seems to me,
Not of woods only and the shade of trees.
He will not go behind his fathers saying,
And he likes having thought of it so well
He says again, ‘Good fences make good neighbors.’

          Checking my gates I observed my neighbor in his field across the road, a man whom I've known since he was a child. Driving over for a bit of conversation I said "Kaia and I are going to Nunda for lunch, do you want to come with us?"  He agreed and we had the 'special'. It was a salad, a large plate of pasta, a slice of garlic bread and a huge chocolate chip cookie for $7.50.   
         When we arrived back at his field we spotted a snow goose not far away walking in the grass. He walked toward it for a closer look and it flew up and away over a hill. It did not have the broken wing we suspected but likely was impaired in some way so it could not keep up with migrating flock.
         That made me think of this Mary Oliver poem.

Wild Geese

You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.

Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.

Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting —
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.

from Dream Work by Mary Oliver


Takk for alt,


Al

Tuesday, November 28, 2023

I'm here!

          Not infrequently I get a phone call where the caller inquires "Are you here?"   The wag in me is always tempted to answer "Yes I'm here!" because any place I am is 'here'. 😀 Well I am here now! Does that help? Not particularly because I know what I mean by 'here' but you don't. So the 'here' now is The Little House where there is no snow as November winds down.

      My intention is to stay here until almost Christmas. Weather could change that and then my here might be the OFH.

Takk for alt,

Al

Monday, November 27, 2023

My sentiments exactly and I'd add...

 


   L. K. Hanson's posts are a weekly feature in the Minneapolis StarTribune. Today's offering was one that expressed my sentiments about reading and buying. The only change I'd add to what Aldous Huxley wrote is something to the effect "reading is a good antidote to TV." 😀  In the OFH I do watch a few games on TV.  In The Little House the last time the TV was turned on was for the presidential debates before the last presidential election.

    Keep reading!

Takk for alt,

Al



Sunday, November 26, 2023

Snow

   There was a little skiff of snow overnight.  It was just enough to coat the streets and sidewalks. It burned off quite quickly in the morning.  It wasn't enough to allow many motorists to say "It's icy lets all get in the ditch" which seems to happen at the first significant snowfall each season. "Hey folks, this is Minnesota not Mississippi. In Minnesota snow roads are a multi-month affair."  Snow removal at the OFH is NOT my concern...just another advantage of this life style! 😁  

   We were just informed of our rent increase for next year. The 3% increase announced seems eminently reasonable given the current  economic inflation. No, I will not be leading a parade of walkers and wheel chairs in protest. Rather, I'll complement management for their efforts at holding the line on costs. 

  Happy and grateful!

Takk for alt,

Al


                                     The view from my window at the OFH.

Saturday, November 25, 2023

Airport Pickup

     Last night's 11:00 pm pickup of the family at the airport was interesting. The traffic lanes outside of baggage claim were virtually empty. Friday after Thanksgiving appears to be the time to fly. That's about the extent of my excitement except for a coffee meeting and dinner with friends. OFH is the ultimate in easy living. It does put me in proximity of my congregation which is appreciated. Do you suppose they will suggest I sign the guestbook?

Takk for alt,

Al

PS In yesterday's blog it was Al who was reported as grateful. If Kaia is grateful she will need to speak for herself.


            Kaia, the wonder dog, who may or may not be grateful.


Friday, November 24, 2023

Black Friday

    Black Friday is a good day for coffee with friends and dinner with other friends. Shopping occupies very little of my time and interest. My father used to say as he walked through a department store "Look at all the things we don't need."  Perhaps I may or may not say that now, but I certainly think it.

   Lunch of leftover a turkey meal was sufficient...two meals for the price of one. Kaia easily transitions between The Little House and the OFH. All's well, so is Al, and he remains grateful!

Takk for alt,

Al

                Students at opening exercises at "my" school.


Thursday, November 23, 2023

Happy Thanksgiving!

 e.e. cummings (1894–1962)

I Thank You God...

i thank You God for most this amazing
day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky;and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes

(i who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun's birthday;this is the birth
day of life and love and wings:and of the gay
great happening illimitably earth)

how should tasting touching hearing seeing
breathing any—lifted from the no
of all nothing—human merely being
doubt unimaginable You?

(now the ears of my ears awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened)


Takk for alt,

Al



Wednesday, November 22, 2023

Fortunate

    This is one of those days when I realize how fortunate I am. A trip to the dentist for semi-annual cleaning and x-rays revealed all is well. Dental insurance is a part of my retirement plan. I'm acutely aware how rare it is to have dental insurance. While the insurance doesn't pay the whole bill it takes a big bite out of it. 😀  A word to the wise, the dentist strongly recommends against opening beer bottles with your teeth. Just Saying!

   The next stop after the dentist office was the dermatologist. Once again I was reminded of how fortunate I am to have medical insurance. Yes, I am blessed!

   For dinner I went to Cecil's Delicatessen, and old fashioned deli a short distance from the OHF. It reminded me of all the times Joanne and I went to the Lincoln Del in St. Louis Park, MN, in the 60s when we lived there.

Takk for alt,

Al



                     Hike to this monastery.


Tuesday, November 21, 2023

Home or...?

     Kaia and I find ourselves back at the OFH, This raises the question 'are we home?' or did we leave our home in South Dakota? Perhaps it's just simplest to say that we have two homes and settle it that way. When I'm in MN I catch myself saying "I'm going home..." i.e. to South Dakota. When I'm in The Little House I say "I'm going home..." i.e., to the OFH.

   Such major issues in my life! 😁

Takk for alt,

Al

                     Another monastery picture.


Monday, November 20, 2023

Deer Hunting Season

       When I'm asked if I'm a deer hunter my standard reply is "No I don't hunt deer for fear I'll get one." South Dakota has myriad deer seasons. There's an archery season, mentored youth season, rifle, open season east river and west river, muzzle loading season, antlerless season... It's the rifle season now so I don't hunt pheasants allowing deer to use my property as a refuge. Elevated, manufactured blinds have popped up in many places. In my opinion using them is shooting not hunting.  At least I can ban them on my property. 

      There was a time that this weather would have been called "Indian Summer" but that's probably not cool now.

Takk for alt,

Al

            This was an unusually good year for big bluestem grass.


Sunday, November 19, 2023

Proud

       As a father it's no surprise that I'm very proud of my children. Today I'd like to single out one attribute of them they both exhibit. The Little House is in the proximity of my childhood home. That means that there are several members of my extended family resident in the area. On subsequent weekends my children have come to stay with me in The Little House. When they are here they make a concentrated effort to connect with their uncle, aunts and cousins. This value that they exhibit makes me glad.

Takk for alt,

Al

                                An antique olive press on the island of Crete, Greece. 


Saturday, November 18, 2023

Today.

 



          Picture perfect fall day on the prairie.

Takk for alt,

Al

Friday, November 17, 2023

Company's coming!

      It's mostly Kaia and I in The Little House. Now we eagerly await company for the 2nd weekend in a row. That has seldom happened. No ice or snow making driving difficult either, Kaia will get extra attention and couple of small computer questions await the guest.

    The computer education in the one room country school I attended was inadequate at best. "If it doesn't work keep striking the key" is not always the optimum approach to computer issues. My computer skills could be summed up as 'trial and error.' There is some of each, trial and error. 😏 

Takk for alt,

Al

                   Lined up with my schoolmates        


Thursday, November 16, 2023

Strong an variable!

       Weather reports frequently report that "winds are light a variable" though 'light' not so often in South Dakota. Today's report should have been "strong and variable."  This morning the wind was mostly from the south at about 20 mph. Now in mid-afternoon the wind blows mostly from the north, also at 20mph. Make up your mind! 

    A low front must have passed by to cause this wind shift. 

Takk for alt,

Al

   This was the view this morning. Look carefully and you can see the grass bending in the wind.


Wednesday, November 15, 2023

Book Report

     The book jacket says "Yiyuan Li is a truly original writer, an alchemist of opposites: tender and unsentimental, metaphysical and blunt, funny and horrifying, omniscient and unusually aware of just how much we cannot know." The book is Wednesday's Child, and is made up of eleven short stories Many, most?,  have to do with death and grief. It is apparent that Li is acquainted with loss. In fact her son committed suicide at age sixteen.

    Li was born in China and now lives in Princeton, N.J., and teaches at Princeton University. The book engaged from the opening paragraph, is filled with insights about life and relationships and often left thinking "HUH? What does the mean?" It is a fascinating read about which I will long reflect. Yes, I recommend it.

Takk for alt,

Al



Tuesday, November 14, 2023

Cows are out!

      When I arrived at my property intent on doing some pheasant hurting what did I see? Twenty cows with calves grazing in the neighbor's CRP field. A quick call to the land owner confirmed that they were strays. The neighbor next to the field has uniform colored red angus. This herd was diverse with black, white and brown. The next suspect was Chad and a call confirmed that they were his. With 800 cows with calves they get dispersed to many pastures scattered about. They are now moving to a central location for weaning and feeding. 

      Each section of the herd who have spent the summer grazing on grass are moved in a modern day cattle drive. More accurately described they are led home. They follow a feed wagon down the gravel roads, up to six miles or more. If their interest flags some feed is put on the road which renews their interest for the journey. The herd is followed by riders on two four-wheelers to encourage the stragglers  and round up strays. 

      Beef prices are high, each of those calves is worth about $1,800.00.

     The camels, yes, another farmer raises camels, got out recently. The owner nearly had the camels home when an impatient woman honked her horn. The camels spooked and didn't stop until they were in another farmer's pasture two miles away. 

Little Boy Blue

Little boy blue,
Come blow your horn,
The sheep's in the meadow,
The cow's in the corn.
But where is the boy
Who looks after the sheep?
He's under a haystack,
Fast asleep.

Takk for alt,

Al

Monday, November 13, 2023

Inward Journey

        During my ministry, especially in those years when I had supervisory responsibility, I encouraged those whom I was supervising, to do their "inner work."   "Inner work is any form of deliberate and ongoing reflective practice that increases awareness of self, others, and the systems in which complex social problems arise."

    It's very helpful in ministry, allowing one the self control to respond rather than instinctively react. Naturally such self knowledge is also beneficial in all human interactions. 

   Seldom have I come across it so explicitly in literature as this. "Auntie Mei came from a line of women who could not understand themselves, and in not know themselves had derailed their husbands and orphaned their children." Wednesday's Child, Yinyun Li  p. 42

   "To thine own self be true" but how can one be true to an unknown self?

Takk for alt,

Al


There was a significant entrance fee to visit the monasteries, so that is a source of income for them.

Sunday, November 12, 2023

Empty

      It's nice to have company though the house feels empty and quiet after departure. Lars spent the weekend with me coming alone this time. It's always a pleasure to entertain the family but his solo presence allowed for significant one on one time. It is a special gift to have such time. Company here is a bit rare so even more special on that accord.  I didn't avail myself of the freebees offered to veterans on Veterans Day. Though the waiter at dinner last night secured a discount for the three veterans at the table.

Takk for alt,

Al

Okinawa 1962 after two weeks in field exercises. Perhaps you thought the Marines were all spit and polish?

Saturday, November 11, 2023

Well then...

     With my recent whining about wind a beautiful day as today was should be remarked! It was a gorgeous fall day, partly cloudy moving to sunny and only a slight breeze. Temperature for November was balmy so nothing about which to complain.

     To add to the delight of the day many pheasants were observed, a couple of which will soon be roasted. Given the fact that last winter was long and snowy the presence of many pheasants this fall is a bit of a mystery. It's a very pleasant mystery.  

    The day was sweetened by lunch with friends and dinner with family. Life is good and I'm grateful.

Takk for alt,

Al


               Breakfast at the farm on Crete.

Friday, November 10, 2023

Finally!

      Ken gave me the book when I visited over Labor Day weekend. Here it is November 10, both the Marinc Corps and Martin Luther's birthdays, yes, Ed and talked this morning, and I finally finished And There Was Light: Abraham Lincoln and the American Struggle, Jon Meacham. It's a New York Times bestseller copyrighted 2022. 

    Meacham argues, convincingly, that Lincoln was always anti-slavery. Though Lincoln was a man of his times and did not always think that Africans were equal to whites. But he recognized their full humanity and thought that they should be treated justly. Meacham bolsters his argument with 150 pages of source notes. In his writing Lincoln the man, leaders and visionary is seen in all his complexities. The writing is lucid and engaging. 

    With the current issue of white supremacy very much alive the book elucidates the history of such racism in America. Only now are statues of  Confederate leaders coming down and military bases stripped of names from Confederate officers. The South certainly won the peace after losing the war.

     Yes, I recommend this book wishing for it a wide audience.  

Takk for alt,

Al




Thursday, November 9, 2023

Make no mistake!

       With white supremacy very much of a current issue it's well to reflect on the treasonous rebellion of the states the seceded from the Union. While the North won the war in many ways the South won the peace, with the South's pushing that their fight was a 'noble lost cause'.  This maintains the fiction that the war was not about slavery.  

      On the contrary "The vice president of the Confederacy, Alexander H. Stephens of Georgia declared that the rebel nation's 'foundations are laid, its corner-stone rests, upon the great truth that the negro is not equal to the white man; that slavery subordination to the superior race is his natural and normal condition.'"   Quoted in And There Was Light; Abraham Lincoln and the American Struggle, Jon Meacham.

Takk for alt,

Al

I would not want to be the bricklayer! The monks retreat to the cliff top for isolation and then their dramatic monasteries draw the multitudes. 

Wednesday, November 8, 2023

Another voice,,,

 

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Would you sell them out?

A question for American lawmakers about Ukraine

 

Imagine that freedom was in decline around the world.  Imagine that things had gotten so bad that a dictatorship actually invaded a democracy with the express goal of destroying its freedoms and its people.  And yet... imagine that this people fought back.  Imagine that their leaders stayed in the country.  Imagine that this people got themselves together, supported and joined their armed forces, held back an invasion of what seemed like overwhelming force.  Imagine that their resistance is a bright moment in the history of democracy this whole century.  We don't have to imagine: that attack came from Russia and those people are the Ukrainians.  Would you sell them out?

“Nearest bomb shelter,” TS, Kyiv, 9/2023

Americans have an alliance in North America and Europe which has existed for more than seventy years, with the goal of preventing an attack from the Soviet Union and then from Russia.  Imagine that, when the Russian attack came, the hammer fell on a country excluded from that alliance.  Ukraine indeed took the entire brunt of the invasion, resisted, and turned the tide: a task assigned to countries whose economies, taken together, are two hundred fifty times larger than Ukraine's.  In so doing, Ukraine destroyed so much Russian equipment that a Russian attack on NATO became highly improbable.  With the blood of tens of thousands of its soldiers, Ukrainians defended every member of that alliance, making it far less likely that Americans would have to go to war in Europe.  Would you sell them out?   

(If there is anyone out there who still thinks that NATO had anything to do with Russia’s invasion of Ukraine, consider this: invading Ukraine made Russia far more vulnerable. If Russia actually feared NATO, invading Ukraine would be the last thing it would do. Russian leaders are perfectly aware that NATO will not invade Russia, which is why they can pull troops away from the borders of NATO members Norway and Finland and send them to kill Ukrainians.)

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For this whole century, American politicians and strategists of all political orientations have agreed that the greatest threat for a global war comes from China.  The scenario for this dreadful conflict, in which hundreds of thousands of American soldiers could fight and die, is a Chinese offensive against Taiwan.  And now imagine that this can defused at no cost and with no risk.  The offensive operation the Chinese leadership is watching right now is that of Russia against Ukraine.  Ukrainian resistance has demonstrated how difficult a Chinese offensive operation in the Pacific would be.  The best China policy is a good Ukraine policy.  Will we toss away the tremendous and unanticipated geopolitical gain that has been handed to us by Ukraine?  There is nothing that we could have done on our own to so effectively deter China as what the Ukrainians are doing, and what the Ukrainians are doing is in no way hostile towards China.  Ukrainians are keeping us safe in this as in other ways.  Would you sell them out?

Imagine, because it's true, that the whole world is watching the war in Ukraine.  From everyone else's point of view, whether they like us, hate us, or don't care about us, Ukraine seems like an obvious ally and an easy win for the United States.  Anyone around the world, regardless of their own ideology, knows that Ukraine is a democracy and America is supposed to support democracies.  Anyone around the world, regardless of the state of their own economy, knows that our economy is enormous, far larger than Russia's, and that economic strength wins wars.  Anyone around the world can easily see that Americans are not at risk in Ukraine, and that Americans draw extraordinary moral and geopolitical gains from Ukrainian resistance.  From the point of view of all observers, in other words, defunding Ukraine would demonstrate enormous American weakness.  Is that the face we want to show the world?  Do we want to tell everyone that we are unreliable and unaware of our own interests?  Ukrainians, with American help, make Americans look sensible and strong.  Would you sell them out?

Imagine that this is a winnable war, because it is. Russia's main strategic objective, the seizure of Kyiv, was not achieved.  Ukraine won the Battle of Kyiv.  Russia was forced to retreat from Kyiv and Chernihiv and Sumy oblasts.  Imagine the Russia's campaign to take Kharkiv failed.  Ukraine won the Battle of Kharkiv.  Imagine that Kherson, the one regional capital Russia has taken in this war, was taken back by Ukraine.  Ukraine won the Battle of Kherson.  Snake Island, lost early in the war, has been taken back by Ukraine.  Ukraine has taken back more than half of the territory seized by Russia in this invasion.  Knowing that all is this is true, imagine that Putin knows it too.  Russia's main offensive instrument, the paramilitary Wagner Group, staged a coup against Putin and that Putin had to kill its leader.  Imagine that Putin knows he cannot really take much more Ukrainian land -- not without American help, anyway.  Ukraine has a theory of victory that involves gains on the battlefield. Putin has a theory of victory that involves votes in the US Congress. Putin thinks that he has a better chance in the Capitol than he has in Kyiv.  Should we prove him right?

Posad Pokrovs’ke, Kherson oblast, deoccupied by Ukrainian army, TS 9/23

Imagine a world food system with Ukraine as a major node.  In normal times Ukraine can feed four hundred million people, and usually the UN World Food Program depends upon Ukraine.  Ukrainian exports feed some of the most sensitive parts of the Middle East and Africa.  Much of the instability in those regions is related to shortages of food.  Russia has destroyed a major dam to destroy Ukrainian farmland.  And mined Ukrainian farms on a huge scale.  Russia targets ports and grain storage facilities with its missiles, and claims the piratical right to stop all shipping on the Black Sea with its navy.  And yet...  Imagine that Ukrainians resist here as well.  Ukrainians farmers are hard at work.  Ukraine still supplies food to the World Food Program.  Ukrainians, through their own innovative weapons and clever tactics, managed to intimidate the Black Sea Fleet and open a lane for commercial shipping.  That they are feeding the people who needed to be fed.  Would you sell them out?

Ukrainian self-made demining tractor. TS, 9/23

Imagine that we were a country that cared about war crimes.  And imagine that there was a law, an international genocide convention, that defined five actions that constitute genocide, and that Russians have committed every one of these crimes in Ukraine.  I cannot keep on writing about "imagining" when I have seen some of the death pits myself.  I cannot say "imagine" when writers I know have been murdered because they represent Ukrainian culture.  I cannot stay with my device when I read that the Russian state boasts of having taken 700,000 Ukrainian children to be russified, when every day Russian propagandists make clear that Russian war aims are exterminationist.  And yet Ukrainians resist and persist.  This is a genocide that can be stopped, that is being stopped.  We are living within the scenario, the one we say that we have been waiting for, when American actions can stop a genocide, simply by helping the people who have been targeted, simply by paying their taxes.  Whenever the Ukrainians take back land, they rescue people.  This is how they think of their liberated territories: as places where no more children will be kidnaped, no more civilians will tortured, no more local leaders will be murdered.  Would you sell out a people to a genocidal occupation?  A people that has done nothing but good for you?

I have heard the excuse that Americans are "fatigued."  I have been in Ukraine three times since the war began.  I have been in the capital and in the provinces.  I have seen almost no Americans, fatigued or otherwise, in the country.  And that is for the simple reason that we are not in Ukraine.  How can we be fatigued by a war we are not fighting?  When we are not even present?  This makes no sense.  It causes no fatigue to give money to the right cause, which is all that we are doing.  It feels good to help other people help themselves in a good cause. 

If we stop supporting Ukraine, then everything gets worse, all of a sudden, and no one will be talking about “fatigue” because we will all be talking about disaster: across all of these dimensions: food supply, war crimes, international instability, expanding war, collapsing democracies. Everything that the Ukrainians are doing for us can be reversed if we give up. Why would lawmakers even contemplate doing so?

If you happened to know lots of Ukrainians, as I do, you would know people who have been wounded or who have been killed.  You would know people who get through their days with dark circles around their eyes, because everyone has dark circles around their eyes.  You would know people who have lost someone, because everyone has lost someone.  You would know people who are grieving and yet who are nevertheless doing what they can do.  You would not know anyone in Ukraine who believes that fatigue is a reason to give up.  Would you sell such people out?

I have heard the other excuse: that we need to audit the weapons we send to Ukraine.  The expenses are minimal and the gains are great: a nickel on our defense dollar, achieving what we cannot ourselves do with all the rest.  And here's the thing: the weapons we send to Ukraine are the only ones in our stockpiles that are being audited.  They are being audited not by accountants in suits and ties but by men and women in camouflage.  They are being used and used well by people whose lives are at stake and whose country's future is at stake.  Ukrainians have used American air defense more effectively than anyone knew that it could be used. 

Ukrainians are using American missiles that we consider outdated to destroy the most advanced Russian assets.  Ukrainians are taking American weapons built in the last century and using them to defend themselves and the rest of us in this one.  In large measure they are literally using arms that we would otherwise be paying to disassemble because we regard them as obsolete. 

If that battlefield audit done by the Ukrainian army is not good enough: well, then, by all means, American lawmakers, come and visit Ukraine and see for yourself.  You and your staffers would be very welcome.  Ukrainians want you to come. It would be a very good thing if more of us visited Ukraine.

I will tell you what I witnessed in Ukraine: when Ukrainians see American weapons systems, they applaud.  Would you sell them out?

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