Eugene Jacques Bullard

Do you know who this is a photo of? Chances are you don’t, but don’t feel bad because probably not one American in one million do, and that is a National tragedy. His name is Eugene Jacques Bullard, and he is the first African-American fighter pilot in history. But he is also much more than that: He’s also a national hero, and his story is so incredible that I bet if you wrote a movie script based on it Hollywood would reject it as being too far-fetched.

Bullard was an expat living in France, and when World War 1 broke out he joined the French Infantry. He was seriously wounded, and France awarded him the Croix de Guerre and Medaille Militaire. In 1916 he joined the French air service and he first trained as a gunner but later he trained as a pilot. When American pilots volunteered to help France and formed the famous Lafayette Escadrille, he asked to join but by the time he became a qualified pilot they were no longer accepting new recruits, so he joined the Lafayette Flying Corps instead. He served with French flying units and he completed 20 combat missions.

When the United States finally joined the war, Bullard was the only member of the Escadrille or the French Flying Corps who was NOT invited to join the US Air Service. The reason, At that time the Air Service only accepted white men.

Now here is the part that almost sounds like a sequel to ‘Casablanca’: After WWI Bullard became a jazz musician in Paris and he eventually owned a nightclub called ‘L’Escadrille’. When the Germans invaded France and conquered it in WW2, his Club, and Bullard, became hugely popular with German officers, but what they DIDN’T know was that Bullard, who spoke fluent German, was actually working for the Free French as a spy. He eventually joined a French infantry unit, but he was badly wounded and had to leave the service.

By the end of the war, Bullard had become a national hero in France, but he later moved back to the U.S. where he was of course completely unknown. Practically no one in the United States was aware of it when, in 1959, the French government named him a national Chevalier, or Knight.

In 1960, the President of France, Charles DeGaulle, paid a state visit to the United States and when he arrived he said that one of the first things he wanted to do was to meet Bullard. That sent the White House staff scrambling because most of them, of course, had never even heard of him. They finally located him in New York City, and DeGaulle travelled there to meet him personally. At the time, Eugene Bullard was working as … An elevator operator.

Not long after Eugene Bullard met with the President of France, he passed away, and today very, very few Americans, and especially African-Americans, even know who he is. But, now you do, And I hope you’ll be able to find opportunities to tell other people about this great American hero that probably only 1 American in 1 Million has ever heard of.


Posted by on August 27, 2015 in Uncategorized



How is Norma ?

Originally posted on Welcome To Aussie Emus World:

How is Norma ?

A sweet grandmother telephoned St Joseph’s Hospital.

She timidly asked, “Is it possible to speak to someone

who can tell me how a patient is doing?”

The operator said “I’ll be glad to help,dear.

Whats the name and room number of the patient?”

The grandmother in her weak,tremulous voice said,

Norma Findlay,Room302”.

The operator replied,”let me put you on hold

while I check with the nurses station for that room.”

After a few minutes,the operator returned to the phone and said,

I have good news.

Her nurse has just told me that Norma is doing well.

Her blood pressure is fine;her blood work just came back normal,

and her physician Dr Cohen has scheduled her to be discharged tomorrow

The grandmother said,

Thank you.Thats wonderful.I was so worried

God bless you for the good news.

The operator replied,

Your more than welcome, Is…

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Posted by on August 18, 2015 in Uncategorized


Phil The Hen

Originally posted on Welcome To Aussie Emus World:

Phil The Hen

True story as told to me by my mate Phil

Phil came home from the pub

Late one Friday evening stinking drunk

As he often did

And crept into bed beside his wife

Who was already asleep

He gave her a peck on the cheek

And fell asleep

When he awoke

He found a strange man

Standing at the end of his bed

Who the hell are you demanded Phil

And what are you doing in my bedroom

The mysterious man answered

This isn,t your bedroom and I,m St Peter 

Phil was stunned You mean I,m dead That cant be 

I have so much to live for

And I haven,t said goodbye

to my family

You,ve got to send me back

Straight away 

St Peter replied yes you can be reincarnated


But there is a catch

we can only send you back as a dog or a hen

Phil was devastated


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Posted by on August 18, 2015 in Uncategorized


Emu And The Galah

Originally posted on Welcome To Aussie Emus World:


On the sandy banks of the old waterhole known as Turiana, north of Alice Springs, a wizened old man Emu came to the waters edge to drink at the end of a hot Summers day.

Emu had survived many long years and hot suns in the Central Australian bush.

His tail feathers were slightly grey at the edges and his eyes were clever and deep with knowledge.

As the Emu lowered his head, he saw reflected in the water the image of a colorful young Galah, sitting on the bough of a ghost gum tree.

The smaller bird cocked his head curiously to one side and asked: “Eh, Emu, they say you are very wise, so why don’t you fly like other birds?”

Emu, looking up at the cheeky Galah, replied: “I have lived in this country much longer than you. I have learnt that it is not sensible…

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One Day I Will Be a Conductor


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The Passing of a Beautiful Girl and Beautiful Singer



Posted by on August 2, 2015 in Uncategorized


The Birds And Bees–Emu Version

Originally posted on Welcome To Aussie Emus World:

A bedtime story for boys and girls

Once upon a time a long long time ago

in a faraway land called Australia lived Uncle Emu

Now Uncle Emu was very very sad because he was lonely

so he decided he needed a pet to keep him company

So he travelled the lands far and wide to find a pet

but he could never find one he liked for a pet

He was so sad until one day he saw the perfect pet

It was in a shop window sitting all alone

It was a cactus , yes boys and girls, a Cactus

but a very ugly cactus ,all round and green

with little white lumps and hair all over it

It was very very ugly but Uncle Emu loved it so much

So Uncle Emu took the little Cactus and ran all the way home

as fast as his little…

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