Author Archives: Marvin David Webster
Over a million people had been evacuated from 160 kilometers of Philippines coastlines. It was the largest evacuation in Philippines history. In metro Manila 12 million people were on alert and waiting the arrival of a direct hit from Ruby. More than 25 million people (about 1/4 of the Philippines population) were in the projected direct path. We were being told to prepare for major flooding, loss of electricity, and structural damage from winds gusting to more than 200 mph. Continue reading
Gill Rosenberg, a 31-year-old Israeli-Canadian woman, made headlines last month when she travelled to Iraq and then on to Syria in early November, purportedly to join Kurdish forces in their fight against the Islamic State (IS). The former member of the … Continue reading
Roughly 30% of Americans get their news from Facebook. The World Economic Forum said in a 2013 report that “massive digital misinformation” is one of the main risks for modern society — it can influence war, voting and a plethora of other things. Facebook is the echo chamber of all of the “fake news” in the world. Continue reading
One of the great honors of my life was presenting online The Pampa Noon Lions Club program on July 24, 2014. I was a member of this great institution in the nineties, but left Pampa and had not seen many of … Continue reading
I fly that plane called the Angel Flight. Got a hero riding with us tonight . . .
It don’t matter where we touch down. On the Angel Flight it’s sacred ground.
For 35 years Martin Hurkens was a baker by trade. Martin had no trade outside of tending an oven and creating food delights in a commercial kitchen. In 2009 he lost his job . . . and found his moment in time.
In the late 1960’s when David Schaub was living there, Pampa had a population which consisted of primarily whites with barely a thousand or so blacks. As it had always been up to that time, virtually all of the blacks lived in an area called the Flats.
As was then typical in most of the South and Texas, it was located “across the tracks”. Segregated schools had only been abolished a couple of years before and the Flats had lost its binding feature—the schools. But one of the most famous places to many people who knew Pampa was the Peppermint Lounge, a black nightclub located in the Flats.
Editors Note: The last four weeks have been an incredible experience for me. I am sure some of you have notice my unusual absence. I apologize for my unexplained disappearance. The explanation
will soon be forth coming. I have been on a journey of over 17,000 miles physically. Spiritually I traveled to heaven and back. A part of me refused to return. I have many things to write about so
the pages left empty during my absence will not remain empty.
Shortly before I left I received this story from David Schaub, a fellow classmate from …
For every dream that took me high there’s been a dream that passed me by . . . I know that’s so true. – Harry Chapin
It was the second day of May 1970. We were parked at Caldwell’s and Phillip was in the back seat spreading his smile and charisma through the car where LaWanda Frost, and I (and maybe Susan
Smith . . . I can’t remember) were all talking about LaWanda and me getting married the next night. Phillip was my best man. All of us were members of the PHS …
After I told Phillip what had happened we were both fairly certain our trip to Mexico factored in somehow, but where? Everything appeared to be going so smooth.
On the day of the procedeing I put on my blue uniform and polished my shoes. Phillip walked with me to the end of the Dormitory hall and we stood at the door and talked for a few minutes. I
turned and started walking to the location where the Captain’s Mast was being held . . . a full court gymnasium which struck me as …
Perhaps it was because he was in such great physical condition, but Philip began recovering quickly and within a couple of days he is watching television at the dormitory while I am off to wax and
buff floors. He razzes me about that in a “Phillip Long” kind of way that even makes me laugh. I am just glad he is getting up and around.
The one thing that isn’t recovering is his spirit about the Navy.
I sleep with one ear listening for Phillip to come through the door at any time. Saturday morning comes and not a word. With every passing hour I am more and more concerned.
There is not a word the entire day on Saturday and other than going for meals I had not left the room. I went to bed Saturday night nearly out of my mind between worry for Phillip and fear of the
court martial coming if his body is found in Mexico somewhere. I just keep asking myself how I allowed myself …
When I stepped into the street the city had transformed itself from when we had entered. It was now lit up in a sinister kind of way and only about a block down on the left was the brightest building of all calling itself The Palace. “How could anyplace in this hell hole call itself a palace,” I questioned. I looked at my watch. It was nearing 9:30 PM. Still early. I decided to check out this so called palace while I waited for Phillip to get over the romance he was having. Continue reading
We graduated from basic, returned home for 30 days leave where it was nice to not be called a maggot for four weeks. Arriving back in San Diego Phillip and I began to explore and soon found ourselves in Tijuana, Mexico. Continue reading
The next chapter in this story is a very sensitive one. There is one person who may stumble across it someday that I must write something personal to her if she happens to pass this way. Continue reading
The flight arrived at San Diego about midnight. On the way out Phillip had charmed the hostess into serving us drinks. I am sure she knew we weren’t 21, but Phillip had told her we were joining the service and I suppose she figured it didn’t hurt.
pretty tall when we got off the plane. That would quickly change.
Graduation is only weeks away. In small town Pampa, Texas the US Navy recruiter wants Phillip and me to enlist as “buddies” and promises us the moon. We saw stars and before we could change our minds he had our signatures on the bottom line. Continue reading
Casualty information from the Vietnam War is often classified and difficult to obtain, but after publishing the original story on PFC Rickey Marson a few weeks ago I continued to search. I finally discovered a brief field report describing how 24 US Marines and two Navy medics lost their lives.