SIC SEMPER TYRANNUS

Well, it seems like it's the 40th Anniversary of the death of Che Guevara, Fidel Castro's Evil Right Hand Man.

His image is splashed all over hip hollywood clothing these days...

Why doesn't Hitler get a copyrighted image on T-Shirts? Not bloodthirsty enuff for the American Left?

In the winter of 1969, I was posted to Ft. Lesley J. McNair in Washington, D.C. Located on the Washington Channel, it sported a company of the Old Guard Burial Detail for Arlington, and three Army Schools, and a row of southern Mansions for Ft. Meyer General overflow to live in. One was the Army Asst. Chief of Staff...

Ft. McNair, along with West Point, claims to be the oldest continually active Army Post. It at one time was the Washington Arsenal. The trial and Execution of the Lincoln Assassination Conspirators was held here, the trial being held in a room that was an apartment when I was there. Did I say "here" --see I am being transported back in time...

Anyway, at that time I was living in and in charge of the Visiting Officers Quarters, a WWII barracks motel for Colonels, and my Buddy Joe Quinn from Ashtabula, Ohio was in charge of the BOQ (Bachelor Officers Quarters) which was a nice modern facility.

Joe invited me over one night and told me to bring a bottle of Scotch, and we would drink it with a Bolivian Colonel who was attending the Inter-American Defense College, a place where the Army taught Latin American colonels anti-communist anti-insurgency techniques. They already knew how to overthrow their governments..

Well, Colonel Rojas or Rosas, told us he and his men captured Che Guevara and killed him. I asked him if he personally shot him, and he said no, he ordered his sergeant to and then showed us with his hands and a "brrrrrppp!!!" sound of an automatic rifle what took place.

I believed him. But, for all I know, it was a national pastime for Bolivian Colonels to tell this story
when there was no one present to dispute them.

He was the first political assassin I ever met. He was not the last.

So I raise my cup of Root Beer and Rum to Colonel Rosas and Private First Class Quinn this dark and windy night in the Wabash Valley. Heres to comrades present and comrades missing!

Confusion to the Mounted Police!!

GO GATORS