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“Johnson? Johnson, get in here!”Admiral, are you all right? You … you look like you’ve seen a ghost.“That’s because I have. Commander, you aren’t going to believe this, but Luke Skywalker just appeared to me as a Force ghost. He wants me to re-establish the Jedi Order.”Wow … why you, Sir?“No idea. He offered to teach me how to build any lightsaber I want, and help me master six Force powers to form the basis of the new order’s practice.”Can … can Luke Skywalker do that?“What do you mean, Johnson?”Well, it’s just … I mean, he had, what, a few months of training himself, right? And only ever made one kind of lightsaber, really.“I had no idea you were such a student of Jedi history, Commander.”I have a cousin who’s a bit of a Luke Skywalker fan, actually, Admiral.“Then you’ll have heard that Grandmaster Luke Skywalker could pretty much do whatever he wanted.”There are … certainly legends to that effect, Sir. I don’t know if I believe them, though. Some of the things the legends say he could do sound pretty farfetched, if you know what I mean.“Well, regardless, I don’t think it’s going to come up.”Why’s that, Sir?“First, because I’m not going to learn how to create a lightsaber. And second, because the Force powers I selected are tutaminis, curata salvo, altus sopor, prima vitae, tactus otium, and tai vordrax.”Bit … basic, aren’t they, Sir?“That’s exactly the point, Johnson. Those six powers ought to form a solid basis for any further studies of Control and Sense.”You’ve left off any skills with which to learn Alter, I note, Admiral.“Why would the Jedi need to use the Force to alter anything, Johnson?”Well … uh … I suppose. How are you going to use the Force to fight, Sir?“Why would we do that?”To … kill the bad guys? Defend the innocent?“Johnson, killing the bad guys and defending the innocent is the job of the Stormtrooper Corps and the Navy.”No doubt, Admiral, no doubt. But what if the bad guys have Force powers?“What if they have Force powers, Johnson?”Well … what then, Sir?“Either the Stormtrooper Corps or the Navy will shoot them, I expect.”But what … uh … I mean, Admiral, what makes you think that will work?“Why wouldn’t it?”Because the bad guys might … move really fast?“Johnson, has your cousin informed you what killed the Jedi Order?”Darth Vader hunted them down and killed them, didn’t he?“Good God, no. Lord Vader’s only one man. Allow me to let you in on a secret, Commander: virtually the entire Jedi Order was shot to death. With blasters.”That doesn’t sound right.“Nevertheless, it is true.”But what about their lightsabers? How are you supposed to counter a lightsaber without another lightsaber?“With blasters, Commander. Blasters and proper soldiering.”But lightsabers can deflect blaster bolts!“So can personal shields, Commander. So can a sturdy chest-high wall. That doesn’t mean we should all start using laser swords.”I don’t know, Sir. I heard that Lord Vader once took out an entire Rebel squadron, all by himself. And an entire Rebel infantry company.“Really? Why didn’t he win the war, then?”Well, I -“I’m serious, Commander. If the Force is so all-fired powerful, why didn’t Lord Vader simply fly off on his lonesome to defeat the Rebel Alliance all by himself?”He … well, he probably … I don’t know, Admiral.“Johnson, I’m a bit of a student of Jedi history myself, and let me tell you: they were wrong about a lot of things.”But they were the guardians of peace and justice in the Old Republic, Admiral! For over a thousand generations!“Yes, that’s what they liked to tell themselves. But how did that actually go for them, Johnson?”Not so well during the Clone Wars, I suppose.“Not so well at all, Commander. In point of fact, it was their blind insistence on attempting to guard peace and justice in the Old Republic that let them be manipulated into participating in that atrocity of a war to begin with, and which ultimately led to their being shot to death by blasters.”Well, what about during the Old Republic, though?“Johnson, have you ever heard the tragedy of Darth Revan the Revanchist?”Revan the Revanchist? That’s a bit on the nose, isn’t it, Sir?“Answer the question, Commander.”No, Sir. Never heard of him.“I thought not. It’s not a story the Jedi would tell you. Darth Revan, so the legend goes, was once a Jedi himself. This was during the Mandalorian Wars, mind you.”I thought the Jedi won the Mandalorian Wars, Sir. And I don’t think I’ve ever heard of a Darth Revan from that time period.“Like I said, Johnson, it’s a legend. The point is, the Republic Armed Forces were losing ground to the Mandalorians, and Revan decided to guard the peace and justice of the Republic by charging off to take control of the Republic forces with a cadre of Jedi at his back.”This sounds … eerily familiar, Sir. You sure you aren’t talking about the Clone Wars?“Very. Anyway, Revan proved to be a brilliant general -”Okay, definitely not during the Clone Wars, then.“- and defeated the Mandalorians. But so corrupted was he by the violence and hubris of his actions that he fell to the Dark Side, and ultimately led the Sith Empire in a war against the Republic that was far worse than anything the Mandalorians could have done.”I think I see where you’re going with this, Sir.“The point is, Johnson, that the Jedi Order has never been well suited to being the guardians of galactic society. They were always at their best as itinerant wise men, diplomats, and negotiators. The sort of power the Force offers is a temptation to corruption, Johnson, and my New Jedi Order will learn from the failures of its forebears.”You’re going through with it then, Admiral?“Yes, Commander.”Ahhh … so you’re deliberately cutting yourself off from the parts of Force lore that offer the greatest temptation for abuse. No Alter skills at all.“Now you’re getting it.”And the lightsaber? I mean … if you’re correct, Admiral, those ancient weapons are no match for a good blaster at your side.“It isn’t about their efficacy as a weapon, Commander. The lightsaber was always supposed to be a symbol of restraint.”I don’t think I follow, Sir.“Johnson, if you put energy into a system, how much energy can you get out of it?”What? I mean, no more than was in the system after you finished pumping that energy in, Sir. Basic thermodynamics.“What if I told you, Commander, that the Jedi had discovered a way of amplifying the energy put into a system?”That … that would pretty much change everything, Sir. Not least our understanding of physics. Why, with technology like that, you could build …“And what if I told you that all the Jedi ever did with that power was build laser swords?”That would seem … uh, criminally stupid, pardon me for saying so, Admiral. I mean, just think what it could do for civilian power generations alone …“‘Restrained’ is the term they preferred, Commander. Apparently the crystals at the heart of a lightsaber are the next best thing to alive, in addition to defying physics as we know it, and they don’t actually like breaking physics too much.”Well … why don’t you just build a lightsaber too, then?“Because some secrets are better left secret, Commander. If the New Jedi Order understands the secrets of amplifying energy with these kyber crystals, who’s to say that knowledge will stay within the Order? Who’s to say that the kyber crystals won’t be tortured into powering everything from turbolasers to galaxy guns?”I don’t know what a galaxy gun is, Sir.“Another legend. You see where I’m going with this, Johnson.”Yes, Sir. But the Old Jedi seem to have managed it all right.“A pointless, self-congratulatory trick. A necessary ritual restraint, perhaps, given that the knowledge was discovered at some point. But if it’s been lost … better for the galaxy that it stay lost.”So … let me get this straight. You’ve been offered the knowledge to rebuild the Jedi Order, and your plan is to turn it into a bunch of traveling mystics who use the Force as nothing but a tool to passively connect with the galaxy and understand their own selves?“That’s exactly my plan, Johnson.”And if the galaxy needs saving … ?“Then we will trust that the professional soldiers of the galaxy shall be equal to the task, Commander.”Awfully big gamble, isn’t it, Sir?“Commander, you and I are men of war. We understand that there are no guarantees when it comes to protecting the innocent. Seeking such guarantees is precisely the sort of hubris the New Jedi Order will warn the galaxy against.”Aren’t you going to miss the Navy, Admiral?“Oh, indubitably.”Why’d you accept Master Skywalker’s offer, then?“Because the next person might not be so restrained. He told me that he had his eye on a couple of Corellians if I turned him down, and they didn’t exactly sound like the picture of restraint.”Corellians never are, Sir. Well … it’s been an honor serving with you, Admiral. Will you need help packing your things?“No, I won’t be needing them.”Already practicing your monastic asceticism, eh, Sir?“Oh, no; I’m ordering new things before I resign my commission.”What do you mean?“I think the New Jedi Order is due for a sartorial upgrade. If there’s one thing the Navy has always done well, it’s snappy uniforms. I’m meeting with a Navy tailor tomorrow morning to design some natty suits for my new Jedi.”What’s wrong with the traditional Jedi robes?“What, those things? They weren’t distinctive at all! Why the Old Jedi insisted on dressing like a bunch of moisture farmers, I’ll never know.”

Today Squishy McFaceyFace, our kitten (yes, his name has changed since I wrote Kittie Eubank's answer to Would you post a picture of your cat), went back to the shelter to get his little family jewels removed.When we brought him home he was too tiny to have the surgery, so we had to wait until he gained some weight. He’s gone from 0.9 pounds to 2.9 pounds in five and a half weeks! <We are totally winning at life>Anyway - about the restaurant thing…We had to drop Squishy off by 9:00am - very early for a day off, but he’s worth it.Afterward we wanted to get a nice breakfast.Yelp was our friend, so we asked him.Notice I say Yelp was our friend? Yeah…not anymore.There was a place three miles away called Mom’s Country Kitchen. The name sounds good. The reviews are good - 4 out of 5 stars. They say things like,This little place is tucked away hidden, but if you're in the area definitely a place to try.The food is wonderful! My mouth is watering just thinking about their breakfast ( I especially love their french toast).Upon returning home Immediately called husband to rave about Mom's Kitchen rather than complain about his crappy directions--that's how good it was!Awesome, we’re on our way!The outside is unassuming, but for a little mom & pop joint that’s not a bad thing - we’ve had some of our best meals in places like this.Inside, there is a lot of wood. The floors, tables, chairs, and walls are all various shades of wood.That’s not a bad thing, it just feels a bit…excessive.There are hand-written signs posted everywhere. Several point out that the coffee is served hot and they are not responsible for burns.Others, posted prominently on all sides, saying, “Waitresses work for tips”. Well, duh!I immediately resolve to over-tip; if they have to post these signs so prominently, obviously their clientele tends to under-tip.We’re told to seat ourselves and choose a booth by the window. I notice immediately that the red gingham curtains need to be washed and are threadbare. They’ve probably been there since the place opened in, I don’t know, 1941 (totes guessing here), and haven’t been washed since they were installed.I observe there is a small plastic cup half-full of sand on the table with a popsicle stick holding a smaller typed sign declaring, “While tips are never required, they are always appreciated.”Wow…these poor waitresses either have it rough or have too much free time on their hands!The menu is pretty typical American diner fare - omelets, French toast, waffles, breakfast burritos (hey, we’re in South Texas here!)…pretty much what we expect and exactly what we’re hankerin’ for.Our drinks are brought promptly and we’re off to a good start. The orange juice is reminiscent of the frozen cans of Minute Maid concentrate we both enjoyed as kids and utterly delicious. The coffee isn’t strong but it’s hot and fresh.Looking around the table, I observe that the salt and pepper shakers (tiny mason jars with lids that were white a few decades ago) have caked-on…unidentifiable stuff…all over them. The lids are grimy and visibly greasy.Good thing I alway carry salt packets in my purse! I get a couple out because I know I’m going to need them.The über-hub decides on the Huevos Rancheros. (I tell him that’s a bad idea at an American diner, but he likes it that they have chorizo, so he doesn’t listen. Bad move, über-hub.)Finally the waitress comes to take our order. The UH, being the discerning gourmand he is, asks what kind of salsa is on the Huevos Rancheros.The waitress hesitates for an instant, then proudly declares, “It’s Pace!”He winces noticeably and asks for it on the side.For the record, Pace picante sauce is…a joke. Literally - this brand appears in our inside jokes about really bad food on a regular basis.As soon as I see the chicken-fried steak and eggs, I know exactly what I’m going to order. Gravy on the side (so the steak stays crispy) and the waitress promptly agrees to give me the side of sliced tomatoes instead of the grits or hash browns offered on the menu.Woot!Just after ordering our food, we smell cigarette smoke. I wonder if our waitress is a smoker and didn’t wash her hands.Then we look over to the group of guys at a table halfway across the large room - one of two other occupied tables in the place - and see that someone is smoking a cigarette.Inside a restaurant.Unapologetically.I don’t know how things work where you are, but in Houston, Texas, there was a law passed in 2006 banning smoking inside restaurants. This is the first time I have seen anyone violate the law and I look forward to the waitress shutting this guy down.She refills his coffee with a smile and moves on. Guess this isn’t the first time?Maybe he’s a regular and has learned to tip from all the signs, so she turns a blind eye.With the smell of cigarette fumes in our nostrils, we wonder if they’re out back chasing down chickens and bear-hugging them to squeeze the eggs out.Yeah, it’s taking a while. That’s okay - the food will be hot and fresh!The waitress approaches with plates and our mouths are watering.When she places my plate in front of me I am confused, but don’t say anything. I need a minute to process what I’m seeing.I ordered soft-scrambled eggs, and there is a pile of seeping, half-cooked eggs glistening up at me. They resemble this:Photo credit: Images of Undercooked Eggs - JefneyThis is not what I had in mind, but I did say soft scrambled, so I’ll just, uh…eat the solider bits.What’s really confusing, though, is what appears to be an aged hockey puck beside the bowl of white gravy.After an exhaustive Google search, this is the closest I can find to what was on my plate (I was too stunned to procure photographic evidence at the time):Image credit - Banquet Frozen Chicken Fried Steak Meal - Burgers, Dogs, & Pizza, Oh My!Except picture it a very, very dark brown and with the gravy on the side.I’m an eternal optimist, so I think maybe they cut their steaks to a uniform size and shape to ensure uniform cooking times. This will probably still be delicious, even if it doesn’t look like much.I cut off a bite, dunk it in the gravy - which doesn’t look half bad - and put it in my mouth.Instant regret.It is…indescribably bad.I don’t spit it out, but that’s because I’m too busy wondering how the hell we wound up here and inwardly cursing Yelp for misleading us so horribly.The sliced tomatoes are delicious! I mean, they’re raw tomatoes, so I don’t know how the ‘cooks’ could have fucked them up. I’m pretty sure they would have tried if they could have figured out a way, though.The über-hub, in the meantime, has burrito-sized flour tortillas folded into triangles on one plate, and another plate with a small mound of chorizo resting sullenly in a puddle of orange grease, some refried beans that still seem to be shaped like the can they definitely came out of, two perfect over-easy fried eggs, and about four shreds of cheap cheddar cheese.We look at each other in horror and burst out laughing.I mean…in these situations you can either get pissed and upset, or you can laugh. I’m fortunate that our default is to laugh together.But wait! I have biscuits. I mean, at a place called Mom’s Country Kitchen, it’s a total indisputable fact of the universe that their biscuits must be amazing.I slather butter between the…well, not exactly flaky…layers of biscuit, pour on some cheap fake maple syrup, take an optimistic bite…And almost break a tooth.These biscuits could have been used as doorstops.Outside. In a Chicago blizzard.I’m so bumfuzzled, I just laugh and choke until the bite of ‘biscuit’ has finally been softened enough (through determined mastication and copious quantities of saliva generated by my gag reflex) to swallow.In the meantime, the ingenious über-hub has fashioned a breakfast burrito with a layer of canned refried beans, a sprinkle of chorizo (orange grease included as a free bonus gift!), four shreds of cheddar, and his gorgeously fried over-easy eggs.Plus, given the utter lack of flavor, a liberal dousing of the Pace picante sauce, because anything is better than nothing.So…for breakfast I have three cups of coffee with fake cream and lots of sugar, three slices of salted tomato, and a glass of orange juice from concentrate.And the UH has three or four bites of his pitiful, cobbled-together breakfast burrito.We left hungrier than when we arrived.Nope, never again.In case anyone is wondering - Squishy McFaceyFace came through his castration like a champ and is being super-snuggly now.

For U.S downed aircrafts, in the North they told the Vietnamese people if you want new cooking tools just feel free to get it from the air, just shoot down one aircraft and you will have enough material to make cooking tools for your village.But the people made a lot of things from those flyable cooking tools.Tub made of aircraft material.A nice travel suitcase from an F4 aircraft:Tea table and chairs:From M-79:Table and chair from B-52:An oil lamp:From an aircraft:Even a bicycle:Other down aircrafts, they put it in historical museums or left it outside for tourists such as the below B-52:For the flyable aircrafts?After the NVA forces united the country they were very very shocked with the amount of American weapons the U.S gave to South Vietnam.Especially, in the Long Binh and Tuy Ha warehouses.They found 1,100 aircraft including A-37s, C-130s, C-47s, C-119s, F5-Es, Huey choppers, CH-47s etc. A lot was still brand new.They used it to create four more air regiments.Then, on 5 July 1975, Transport Regiment 918 was established with C-130, C-47 and C-119 aircraft. The unit is in charge of transport and can engage in airborne attacks when needed.A-37 aircraft:The F5 starts to attack the Khmer Rouge:On July 20 1975, the 917 reconnaissance and transport regiment equipped with UH-1 helicopters, CH-47s and L-19 and U-17 reconnaissance aircraft was born. Brigade 917 had the task of providing fire support, air reconnaissance, target directive, amphibious transport / air transport, and emergency.On the basis of the new regiments, on September 15 1972, the 372 Air Force Division was established with the payroll of these four units. And it was these units in the 1979 battle that protected the southwest border against the Khmer Rouge invaders and helped the Cambodian people escape genocide later, the units equipped with "all Made in USA weapons" became powerful arm provides the best, most effective support for ground units.On May 30 1975, the Ministry of Defense issued a decision to establish the 935 Fighter Regiment using the F-5A / E and the 937 Attack Regiment using the A-37.They modified the C-130 to use for bombing missions:C-119k:All of those weapons has been used in the Cambodian Campaign. The NVA said that U.S aircraft are easy to fly.But after the Cambodian campaign, because they couldn’t find spare parts, they took parts from another one to keep them on the mission.Later, they had to dissolve it and sell parts to U.S allies to earn money.Some of them still are used in the Vietnamese army like the C-130.Vietnam hoped to buy more weapons from the U.S after they abandoned the order not to sell weapons to Vietnam.It was bad for the poor Khmer Rouge because they faced the regular army with elite and experienced troops plus the same air strength as the U.S with unlimited bombs, while China was playing with our militia at the border.18 Khmer Rouge divisions collapsed after two weeks. So it the same U.S weapons that the ARVN defended from NVA assaults in 1975 but it was very effective this time with just a change in users.At the same time, the M-79 U.S weapons had also been used by the North Vietnamese militia, and it made the Chinese PLA invasion more challenging for the invaders.Throughout the campaign, the Chinese used 1,000 tanks (6 tank regiments) and armored vehicles.However in the beginning, they had 630 tanks.After 4 days, they lost 530 tanks (87% of their tanks so the tanks from now on can be enough to backup infantry and cannot do the massive assaults like they did initially)The link is based on Toutiao Chinese hawk military side - the second most famous website of the Chinese military (same as wearethemighty.com of the U.S army)对越作战我军许多坦克死的冤，竟被这种外号“大弹弓”的武器摧毁Edited:I would like to add a bit more paragraphs as per a suggestion from another member in the comment to explain a bit about Khmer Rouge in Cambodia:The Khmer Rouge wanted to create the society with no classes, which means no difference between poor and rich.And with no property, there is no memory about the previous life.Everyone started from YEAR 0 (Zero), they will only know about their highest leader with their memory about him from now on.It’s like when you start a new game of Empire, they destroyed the town center and everyone has to gather resources and rebuild the “town center” again.So they wanted to destroy everyone and hold about 2 million Cambodian people for their new game to start. Actually, their definition about a good citizen is about being brainwashing citizens and a “cow comrade”, meaning that if they tell you do something, you do it without thinking and make you feel no sense.They didn’t like the intellectual class. They thought those people live by the efforts of farmers. Some of their people were scared and tried to escape to our country to live. We captured them and gave them back to Khmer Rouge because at that time, they are more feared and we don’t want to have trouble with them.But we didn’t know that the Khmer Rouge were cold, cruel animals.Just tomorrow, we see the bodies of those people we transfer them yesterday to Khmer Rough in the stream of the river between two countries.Their heads had been broken by something. How terrible the Khmer Rouge are! When we marched our army to Phnom Penh, bodies were everywhere, until today you still can find skulls and bones of their people below the city and farms in some places. The dead bodies are rotten and their smell is extremely horrible.Our documentary when Vietnamese army matched to Cambodia.The darkness we all share, at Tuol Sleng, CambodiaIn prison, blood was everywhere, like Hell.Our general evaluated that we needed to defeat them soon, because the real enemy of the Cambodian people was not the Khmer Rouge, but it was the hunger and thirst. They were sick and exhausted because the Khmer Rouge gave them little food and forced them to work so hard until the point of death due to exhaustion.In order to save their people, our general told us to make a plan to quickly defeat them soon and feed the Cambodian people before it’s too late. Our advisors and engineers later came with the army to help the Cambodians to rebuild the country.They killed almost everyone in the elite class so we had a hard time finding the human resource for their leaders.In summary, I think the military involvement of the Vietnamese army in Cambodia should not be considered as for us Vietnamese and Cambodians only, but for the human lives, for all the people around the world, for justice against those evil Khmer Rouge monsters.Only God knows how many more foreign people would’ve died in Cambodia in hopelessness if no one helped them and the Cambodian people would be no more, had we not helped them.