

Charles Joseph (CJ) Christ April 19 1929 – May 20th 2026
Every once in a while you happen to be in the right place at the right time. That happened to me about 37 years ago. I was new to the gulf area, as this was where the jobs were and I could still be active in the Reserve. One of the first people I met was a fellow pilot and Ham Radio operator named Charlie K5FNN. We became good friends and did a lot of things together, mostly Ham Radio related. It was through Charlie that I met an old friend of his ( They grew up together ) named CJ Christ.1 C.J., I found out was, like me, a WWII enthusiast. But unlike CJ, I was a pure amateur. CJ had been writing articles for the local paper about the War (WWII) in the Gulf of Mexico. I had been reading them every Sunday when they came out. Turns out Houma was a Navy base that housed some observation Blimps. There are still parts of the Hangers in places on the airfield which is what drew my attention. When I added 2 and 2 and actually came up with 4, I became an instant fan. The articles were finally put in one volume and published. I got a signed copy, of course. CJ was also instrumental in the forming and operating our local Regional Military Museum. He would hold historical discussions weekly and I enjoyed many of them. It was CJ that talked me into donating a large stash of WWII magazines called “YANK” to the museum. They are on display and some of them are available to peruse through. He was also very active in the various local Vet’s organizations. He was always there when you needed him and he helped many local veterans over the years. I knew him as a friend and mentor. I found out about my friend Charlie K5FNN death from him and another mutual friend Jeff. CJ just sat there with me while I processed the loss. Not saying a word, but he was there.
But, as they say, “All good things must come to an end.” I always hated that phrase. With me doing my third and final retirement and am mostly at home these days being caregiver to the SgtMaj, I haven’t been able to see CJ as often (if at all) as I would like. So this morning I did my usual , coffee, walk, more coffee and taking care of the SgtMaj, when I saw a small bit about CJ. on FB. I didn’t see any fanfare or articles just a small paragraph saying the C.J. Christ died at 97 on the 20th of May 2026. That was a month ago! I hope you will forgive me CJ. I never saw a word about it until today. CJ, you will be missed. You did so much for so many (including me). I am not sure about anyone else, but I will not forget the good you brought out in everyone around you. Thank you for the talks, the smiles and the writings that helped us see what went on here at home during the war. The world is a better place because of you. God bless your family. We grieve with you.
May the wind be always at your back. May you Rest in Peace old friend.
Dan June 2026
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Publius says:- There is more about Charlie that I had written about when he went to that Big Ham fest in the sky some years back. but this is about CJ. [↩]


Nuff Said!——–


This ones for you guys both young and old. Been there, done that! Can I get an Amen? Sorry about the quality but it’s an old cartoon. Probably out of Yank or Stars and Stripes.

Remember our Veterans and those deployed this Christmas.
Twas the night before Christmas, he lived all alone,
in a one bedroom house made of plaster & stone.
I had come down the chimney with presents to give
And to see just who in this home did live.

I looked all about a strange sight I did see,
No tinsel, no presents, not even a tree.
No stocking by the fire, just boots filled with sand,
On the wall hung pictures of far distant lands.
With medals and badges, awards of all kind
A sober thought came through my mind.
For this house was different, so dark and dreary,
I knew I had found the home of a soldier, once I could see clearly.
I heard stories about them, I had to see more
So I walked down the hall and pushed open the door.
And there he lay sleeping silent alone,
Curled up on the floor in his one bedroom home.
His face so gentle, his room in such disorder,
Not how I pictured a United States soldier.
Was this the hero of whom I’d just read?
Curled up in his poncho, a floor for his bed?

His head was clean shaven, his weathered face tan,
I soon understood this was more than a man.
For I realized the families that I saw that night
Owed their lives to these men who were willing to fight.
Soon `round the world, the children would play,
And grownups would celebrate on a bright Christmas day.
They all enjoyed freedom each month of the year,
Because of soldiers like this one lying here.
I couldn´t help wonder how many lay alone
On a cold Christmas Eve in a land far from home.
Just the very thought brought a tear to my eye,
I dropped to my knees and started to cry.

The soldier awakened and I heard a rough voice,
“Santa don´t cry, this life is my choice;
I fight for freedom, I don´t ask for more,
my life is my God, my country, my Corps.”
With that he rolled over and drifted off into sleep,
I couldn´t control it, I continued to weep.
I watched him for hours, so silent and still,
I noticed he shivered from the cold night´s chill.
So I took off my jacket, the one made of red,
And I covered this Soldier from his toes to his head.
And I put on his T-shirt of gray and black,
With an eagle and an Army patch embroidered on back.

And although it barely fit me, I began to swell with pride,
And for a shining moment, I was United States Army deep inside.
I didn´t want to leave him on that cold dark night,
This guardian of honor so willing to fight.
Then the soldier rolled over, whispered with a voice so clean and pure,
“Carry on Santa, it’s Christmas Day, all is secure.”
One look at my watch, and I knew he was right,
Merry Christmas my friend, and to all a good night!
LTC Bruce Lovely, USAF wrote this poem for Christmas Eve 1993 while assigned to US Forces Korea
On this Thanksgiving holiday, we here at Alien Dreams ask for payers for the family of Sarah Beckstrom age 20. On her first deployment with the West Virginia National Guard to Washington DC, she was shot by an Afghan terrorist outside of the White House. She died in the Hospital in DC. Rest easy Soldier, We have the watch. —The Chief

Specialist Sarah Beckstrom. NG/W. VA. (Picture taken before her promotion)

It’s not a cartoon but is much more than a political statement. Spare them a moment when you can. Thanks—-Serenity