I would like to bring to the attention of the VCReporter that military recruiters are not following administrative rules on the Ventura High School campus. And they are abusing the No Child Left Behind Act.
Uninvited, recruiters are at Ventura High three days a week and are allowed to roam the campus without supervision. There have already been past incidents with recruiters on campus with this kind of freedom. And recruiters are only supposed to be allowed in job resource centers.
Meanwhile, peace groups have called the principal and asked for equal time, according to laws laid down by the Supreme Court of California in 1989, but the principal does not respond to our phone requests.
Worse is what recruiters are telling our children. They promise they won’t go to the front lines, yet adults know that soldiers have been stop-lossed and need replacement, and 28,000 additional troops will be going to two wars in Afghanistan and Pakistan.
Recruiters promise high-tech jobs, but they don’t tell the kids that they have to pass tests designed to make most of them fail, in order to get those jobs. They promise them college bonuses, but they don’t tell our kids that they will have to serve active duty on the front lines to get them while it’s being deducted from their monthly wages!
In Ventura County, recruiters spend an average of more than $15,000 a year per child to reach their quotas. Is the military all our children can be? Couldn’t money be better spent giving them $15,000 in scholarships, or for tuition and books? Couldn’t $15,000 get our children through job-training programs to become computer specialists, nurses and hygienists, or pharmacy assistants and paralegals, or welders, plumbers and mechanics? Is army strong the best our children can be? Just wondering.
Grant Marcus , Ventura
Veteran touched by an angel
I am a disabled veteran and a member of DAV Chapter 55. Serving 21 years in the United States Navy with two very long tours in the Gulf War, I was injured badly twice. Last Monday, I was in the Simi Valley Trader Joe’s, shopping. I walk with a very bad limp and must use a cane, due to my service-connected injuries. A very nice woman approached me, and we started talking.
Eventually, she asked if I served in the military and which conflict I was in. She became very emotional and began to cry and asked if she could purchase my groceries. I told her that would not be necessary. The fact that she thanked me for serving my country was quite sufficient. She really insisted, and finally I accepted. She would not give me her name, but said that “God asked her to bless somebody today, and I was that person.”
I then began to cry. Ma’am, I do not know who you are, but you were my angel and you touched my heart. You made it feel like it was certainly all worth it. God bless you, and I thank you so much.
Commander Jerry Alan Foster, United States Navy 1979-2001, Simi Valley
Blessed artist sends her thanks
On May 14, my husband was delivering one of my six-part polyptych art canvases on top of his van, which he thought was securely tied, along highway 33 to the CSUCI Ventura gallery when he heard an awful sound. A gust of wind completely blew one part off into the brush, and the second was smashed.
He phoned me to come help him look for the missing part. From the car we found nothing. I sent him home with the remains and walked along the road for a mile or two. A stranger stopped and asked if I was all right. Not too often you see anyone walking this dangerous stretch of highway. I told him the story and sent him on his way. Later, a Highway Patrol officer stopped and looked at me questioningly. I spoke first, “You probably wonder what I’m doing out here!!” Listening carefully, he firmly stated I couldn’t be here and advised me to leave. Thereafter, I must have perused that highway several times, by car — seeing nothing familiar.
A week later, I noticed Cal Trans workers picking up trash along that stretch of road. My husband phoned them and gave the circumstances of a lost oil painting. As a result, on Friday the following week, I received a call from ‘Eric’ at Cal Trans. He said he had just found my painting and would deliver it in person. He was here within 10 minutes and smiling ear to ear, as we both were. I couldn’t thank him and Cal Trans enough. I just can’t believe it. I even wish to thank the Highway Patrol officer who may have prevented further incident and the stranger who seemed concerned for my welfare. In addition, I’m so thankful that no one was hurt or injured when that loose canvas went flying off into the unknown. I am truly blessed.
Gwenlyn Norton, Oak View