Sunday, July 18, 2010

The Change of Command... In Two Parts, This Being Part One

SN2, hereafter referred to as either The Commander or simply Sam, assumed his current rank back in April of this year.  That said, The Commander thought it would be a great idea to delay his promotion party (commonly referred to as a "wetting down") until this month and roll the party into the change of command ceremonies and celebration.  Which, of course was a great idea.  

The party was held in the bar of The Falcon Club on Air Reserve Base Niagara Falls.  What follows are a few pics from the party with suitable annotations so you can put names to faces, Gentle Reader.  I'm good like that.  There's no rhyme or reason... which is to say chronological order to the photos.  We just grabbed the camera when the spirit moved us.  So let's get started.


From left to right: the outgoing commander of Naval Recruiting District Pittsburgh (NRD-P), CDR Jonathan Shoemaker; the Commander of Navy Recruiting Region East, CAPT Tim Pangonas; and Sam.  CDR Shoemaker was an F-14 driver of note before assuming command of NRD-P and CAPT Pangonas is also a Naval Aviator of the P-3 persuasion.

I spent more than a few minutes with both of these gentlemen and can vouch for the fact that pilots in general and fighter pilots, specifically, have the best war stories.  "Best" is a subjective thing, of course.  We ALL have war stories and some of mine are quite entertaining even if they're not suitable for mixed company.  Pilots... on the other hand... have stories for all occasions.


The First Mrs. Pennington and SN1.  It's a serious toss-up as to which one of us was the proudest parent this past week.  I'll give the nod to TFMP, tho.  There were times I thought she might literally burst with pride.

Major General Paul Crandall and SN1, with DIL Alisa and TFMP in the background.  Mrs. Crandall is obscured behind the general.  Gabby, Gen. Crandall's wife, is a cousin of Alisa's and the two families are close, which is why Gen. Crandall and Gabby were in attendance.  Gen. Crandall is a member of the US Army Reserve and has served on active duty for the last few years, including a tour in Afghanistan.  His current position is Commander, 416th Engineer Command.  He recently retired from General Motors and lives in the Detroit area.  Now that the bio stuff is done... Paul and Gabby are a fun couple and great people.  I first met them several years ago when I was living in Detroit.



The two pics above are of Commander Corry Judeman and Sam.  Corry and Sam go back a long ways, as they were shipmates in the same NROTC Battalion that served the University of Idaho (Sam's alma mater) and Washington State.  Corry was Sam's battalion commander, as a matter of fact.  She graduated from Washington State a year ahead of Sam and went on to pilot training and then to the Fleet.  Corry flew E-2s and has 300 traps (landings on a carrier), half of them at night.  She's currently in transit from her last assignment at the Pentagon to her next, where she will be a student at the Army War College in Carlisle, Pennsylvania.  Can you say "fast track?"  Sure you can...

Ah, Corry.  Commander Judeman.  Ma'am.  I was quite taken with the young lady who, in addition to her professional accomplishments, has a smile that lights up a room... any room... an extraordinarily quick wit, and the knack for always saying the right thing at the right time.  If I were 15 or 20 years younger...

So.  We hung out until 2330 hrs or thereabouts and called it a night.  Sam hung on for a bit longer until CDR Mike Meyer, the last of his invited guests, arrived on a late flight from Italy.  Mike and Sam also go back a long way, having known each other since they were shipmates at Department Head school in Newport.  They were subsequently assigned as Department Heads on the USS Mason, from pre-commissioning through sail away.

So.  That was the wetting down, AKA Part One of our tale.  Part Two to follow.  Sometime.  Mebbe even today.

Saturday, July 17, 2010

Cheesy Videos XXI

A semi-successful attempt at catching fireflies and heat lightning on video:



Just a relaxing summer's eve in suburban Pittsburgh.  What?  You were mebbe expecting pics of the NE Regional Association of Good Humor Men convention?  I apologize.  I haven't written that post yet but I AM working on it.  In the meantime, here's an illustration of the difference between the Air Force and the Navy.

This is my room in the Visiting Quarters at Niagara Falls Air Reserve Base.  Pretty spiffy, eh?


This is berthing on a US Navy warship, specifically the USS Little Rock (CLG4).  OK, I'll give ya that this is a WWII/Cold War era cruiser.  But.  Quality of life, Bay-bee.  Quality of life.   smileys

Friday, July 16, 2010

Then and Now

Today's change of command ceremony went off without a hitch and there will be more to follow in the way of pictures and narrative.  But for now...


The way we were, circa 1992 (or so... the actual date is a subject of much internal family debate).  SN2 is an NROTC cadet, SN1 is a Senior Airman, and YrHmblScrb is a retired USAF Master Sergeant


The way we are, about two hours ago.  SN2 is now a Commander... in both grade and position... SN2 is a Major, and I'm still a retired MSgt, which all goes to show some things change... for the better... and some things don't.  Note that the top photo was done by a professional; today's pic was taken by a rank amateur... me.

More to follow but duty and obligation callsBut first... a lil flavor of today:


SN2 (left) and SN1.


SN2 & a VERY proud Dad.

Wednesday, July 14, 2010

Cheesy Videos XX - Summertime Kids

It ain't all military pomp and circumstance and male bonding on this trip... there are the grandkids, too.  Earlier this evening:



SN2 has a great lot with a verdant grass-covered hill that's just perfect for rolling down.  I have it on good authority that this same hill also does double-duty as an excellent sledding hill in winter.  But there are some things we'll accept on faith and do not have to witness in person.  I don't DO "winter" anymore.

Actors appearing in this edition of "Cheesy Videos:"  Grandson Sean, Granddaughter Ava (in the pink top) and brief cameos by Granddaughter Angelina (with the kite) and Great-granddaughter Aria... in the white dress.

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

We're In Pittsburgh

And drinking beer at SN2's bar:


The drive itself was kinda-sorta the trip from Hell in that we hit a deluge of Biblical proportions.  At one point in time I was doing 45 mph in the left lane... and passing people.  I haven't seen rain like that since I was in the Pee-Eye.  Seriously.

More to follow but we are here... and we're drinkin' beer.

Photo credit:  Daughter-in-Law Alisa.

Monday, July 12, 2010

Yet Another Quickie

The Green Hornet and I were reunited this afternoon and all is right with the world.  We shall proceed as planned to Pennsylvania on the morrow in a newly rejuvenated automochine, and one that carries a Genuine Mazda 12 month/12K miles warranty on repairs made.  Which does our hard and flinty ol' heart good, to say the very least.  The repair bill was within 20 Yankee Dollars of the original estimate so we have nothing to quibble about in that space.

We are, all told, a Happy Camper.  More to follow...

Sunday, July 11, 2010

A Quickie

So.  I've been hangin' out in this piece of middle-class suburbia for about a week now and I've noticed the strangest thing: people in these parts have a habit of parking their cars in the yard.  Most of the lots in this subdivision are fenced, yet ALL of 'em have double gates so the owner can drive his/her big-ass SUVs or trucks into the backyard.  Witness:


Now, it's a true fact everyone in this neighborhood has a two-and-a-half car garage and some have three car garages.  Each house has a substantially-sized driveway that will accommodate three or four vehicles, depending on size.  And The Deity At Hand knows... as do the rest of us... that there's also scads of curbside parking available.  Yet people feel a need to put their rides on the lawn.  This tells me the residents here are (a) newly upwardly-mobile and haven't yet broken old habits (unlikely) or (b) it's a Suthin' thang.  (BTW... SN1 doesn't do this.)

Life is full o' lil mysteries.

Linkage. Or Apropos o' Nuthin'. Or Sumthin'.

Ask and ye shall receive.  I asked Blog-Bud Sharon up in Santa Fe if I could steal one of her pictures (there are two more) for re-use, simply because it pleases me.  And so...


That would be belly dancers at the Agora, which I assume is in Santa Fe.  Two things are immediately obvious:  (a) I live in the wrong part of New Mexico and (b) the woman in purple is right dead-center in my sweet spot.  As a matter of fact, this gal DEFINES "sweet spot" when it comes to pulchritude.  Oh Hell yes.

Saturday, July 10, 2010

All Eyes On the Skies III (South Carolina Edition)

We had some world-class thunder-boomers roll through this part o' the world last evening... and I mean WORLD class, with sturm und drang quite unlike what we get on The High Plains of New Mexico, in terms of lightning strikes per minute and storm duration.  Storms on THPoNM tend to move through the area VERY quickly, but not HERE.  Our storms last night lasted about an hour and were VERY entertaining. We have more of the same on tap for this evening.

Here's the view off to the north of us around 1500 hrs or so:


We loves us some cloud formations.  Yes, Precious... yesss we does!

Friday, July 09, 2010

Scrapin' the Bottom o' the Blogging Barrel VI

Summerface...

AKA the I'm-gonna-be-in-uniform-in-a-week's-time-so-the beard-hadda-go face.  The 'stache still needs some work, though.  That said... we made a command decision.

In other news... I've been informed The Green Hornet will be released from the Automochine Hospital this afternoon.  We're anxiously awaiting a phone call to come pick her up.

Update, 1830 hrs or so:  That call I referenced above never came.  So if the mountain won't come to Mohammad, etc.  I rang up the Mazda Store and Repair Depot and was informed that "we" have problems.  It seems the service tech sheared off a bolt while reinstalling the exhaust system and "they" were in the process of "trying to figure out how to reattach the exhaust."  Which does NOT give us a warm and fuzzy feeling about (a) the competency of all involved and (b) the probabilty our vehicle will be finished and in a drivable condition come Monday.  We DO have a fall-back plan concerning Tuesday's "hard start" date for our trip up Nawth... but still.  Cold and pricklies prevail.  This is NOT good.

Thursday, July 08, 2010

Apropos of Not Much

This will mean something to someone somewhere.  Believe it or don't, this has everything to do with the fact I'm just sick to death of politics.



I quoted a piece part of these lyrics on a friend's blog this afternoon, to wit:
That said… politics just bores the living shit out of me these days. More food blogging! More semi-nekkid women! More big-ass, rip-roaring Amurican V8s! Mo’sickles! Fast things! Wild things! Tasty things! Good things!

Play that funky music, Nero (you white-boy, you)
Lay down the boogie and play that funky music till you die
Till you die
Oh ya, ya
Got that?  Yeah, we're in a mood to end all moods.  I need some drugs.  Some GOOD drugs.

Touristy Stuff, Part Deux

This would be touristy stuff not available to the general public... or at least not "on-demand."  We were out at Shaw Airplane Patch earlier today and took a few snaps that might be of interest, Gentle Reader (as always... click to embiggen).  First off... the "plane on a stick" outside of Ninth Air Force headquarters... a nicely-done recreation of the Jug flown by Major Frank H. Peppers... one of Ninth Air Force's most storied fighter pilots during the Big One.

The whole aircraft

A close up of the nose art

I give maximum credit to the folks at Ninth Air Force for the serious hat-tip to their illustrious history.  Well done.

And now it's on to stuff of a more personal nature.  We were out at Shaw Airplane Patch today to do a little light shopping at the Base Exchange and Military Clothing Sales, there being a few things left to acquire in order to make our appearance at the change of command ceremony a few days hence... umm... presentable.  So, that done we rang up SN1 at his place o' bidniz and inquired if he would be available to like, show us around?  He replied in the affirmative and we were off like a shot to one of the 20th Fighter Wing's maintenance facilities, where SN1 is employed.  Herewith a few pics...

The Tiger in his lair (1).  SN1's "I Love Me" wall is of impressive proportions.  Therein lies the difference... or PART of the difference... between O's and E's.  You're only seeing about a third of his awards, trophies, and the like.  I was impressed.  Srsly.

The Tiger in his lair (2).  And yes, that floor is MOST clean.  You could eat off that floor, no problema.

A shot of an engine change in progress on a Lawn Dart. 

The fin-flash of the 77th Fighter Squadron.  SN1 will go flying with these guys when he gets back from Pittsburgh.

One of the several murals depicting the heritage of the 20th Fighter Wing.

Here's a semi-interesting aside.  You'll note Big Ben in the mural above and that's a hat-tip to the 20th's history.  Back in the 1980s the 20th Tac Fighter Wing flew F-111s and were based at RAF Upper Heyford in England.  I know this because my squadron... the 2119th Communications Squadron, RAF Uxbridge... was attached to the 20th TFW for logistics and administrative purposes.  I made weekly trips up to Heyford from Uxbridge back in the day, so I'm well acquainted with the 20th TFW.  I find it interesting that SN1 and I share a small bit of USAF history.

Another heritage mural.

So... our afternoon in pictures.  One of the things I dearly love about having sons in service are the opportunities I have to reconnect with my past.  That's a great good thing, Gentle Reader, and it does this ol' geezer a world of good.

(BTW... you're reading tomorrow's post today, as we shall post-date this lil piece at 0001 hrs, Thursday.  We be cheatin'... and we also be on vacation, so we're allowed.)

Wednesday, July 07, 2010

Teh Stoopid

From today's AFA Daily Report...
It's Official, KC-X is Three-way Contest: US Aerospace, Inc., a heretofore inconspicuous US aerospace and defense contractor, announced Tuesday that it has entered into a strategic cooperation agreement with Antonov, the Ukrainian state-owned aerospace giant, to compete for the Air Force's KC-X tanker contract. We first reported yesterday that this was a possibility. The new team joins Boeing and EADS North America in the tanker contest. "Together we can deliver the US Air Force a superior tanker at the most competitive price," said Jerrold Pressman, US Aerospace chairman. The US-Ukrainian pair says it will offer the Air Force three Antonov tanker models: the AN-124-KC, AN-122-KC (a twin-engine AN-124-100 variant), and AN-112-KC (an updated airframe designed specifically to meet KC-X requirements).Antonov would build the airframes in Ukraine, with final assembly at a new US Aerospace facility in the US. No word yet who will supply aerial refueling booms for these tankers. (See also Seattle Post-Intelligencer blog entry)
Yeah... I can just see USAF tanker crews flying Ukrainian-manufactured tankers (you may read that as "Soviet" if'n you happen to be an old Cold Warrior).  Yup, the vision is clear as a bell.  And it's not as unlikely as you might think, Gentle Reader.  I DO believe the lowest-cost bidder is required to win the contract in Federal procurements, barring a meticulously documented reason for failing to meet any given requirement.  Just to cite one example, Lockheed consistently finished third out of three bidders during the evaluation process for the C-5 yet won the contract.  They had the lowest bid.

As for me?  I feel there ought to be a requirement that strategic weapons systems be designed, sourced, and manufactured entirely within the United States.  Period.

Tuesday, July 06, 2010

Sushi...

...it's what's for lunch.

Round One

Round Two 

Note Round One is completely gone... every last tasty morsel consumed by YrHmblScrb, and him alone.  Sushi is what's for dinner, too, seeing as how I couldn't eat it all.  I made the mistake of thinking Grandson Sean would like sushi as much as I do, and I ordered about twice as much as I would eat.  Well, I was wrong on a couple of levels.  Capital "W" wrong.  Today was Sean's first sushi encounter and he did NOT like it.  At all.  I'd bet good money today will be his first and last such experience... at least for the foreseeable future.

It's Always SUMTHIN VI

You long-time Gentle Readers know that I'm in love with my car, AKA The Green Hornet, so named by a friend of mine back in SFO a short time after I acquired her.  The car, not the friend.  And she IS a beauty, is she not?


You long-time readers also know I'm prone to brag on her a bit, being especially fond of saying I have not had one single problem in the 9 years, 8 months, and 21 days we've been together.  (I know it's exactly that long coz I went here.)  But she IS getting long in the tooth and old ladies begin to develop problems in their old age.  Allow me to make a short story longer, if you will.

I got a letter from Mazda Motor Company of America (or whatever their formal name is) about two months after I purchased TGH informing me there was an "optional" recall in effect... said recall having to do with defective clutches on 2001 Miatas manufactured between certain dates and with certain Vehicle ID Numbers... and my honey-baby fell into that range.  I immediately phoned the Miata store, being the concerned sort I AM, and inquired about the recall.  The service manager asked if I was having any sort of problem with my clutch and I replied to the effect that "No, I was not."  "Well, don't worry about it," said he.  And like a fool I dismissed the subject completely.

Bad move.

About a year ago I noticed TGH would shudder noticeably when I let the clutch out from a dead stop, but only when she was cold.  After she warmed up to operating temperature the problem went away.  And that's where it stayed... up until our recent long trek.  She began shuddering and juddering ANY time I let the clutch out from a dead stop... so much so that we held our breath whilst crawling through Atlanta's stop-and-go rush hour traffic a few days ago.  Shorter: the clutch is not long for this world, and this with only slightly more than 50K miles on her odo-clock.  I've NEVER replaced a clutch on any of my previous auto-machines, some of which had in excess of 120,000 miles on them when we parted company.  And have I mentioned TGH only has slightly more than 50K on her clock?  I think I did.

So.  The good news is we shall have a new clutch come this Thursday or Friday.  The better news is the repair isn't going to be as pricey as I thought, what with only costing a tad more than 600 Yankee Dollars, parts and labor.  And that's at the local Mazda store and not at Bubba Palmetto's Shade Tree Lawn Mower Repair and Automotive Emporium.  I'm funny that way, in that I want Mazda guys working on my Mazda, Beemer guys working on my Beemer, or Chevy guys wrenching on my Chevys.

DIL Erma, on the other hand, is disappointed.  She REALLY thought I needed to be in a new Caddy CTS or Camaro... two vehicles I've been on about, more or less... for the past two or three years.  Or so.  But I'm still in love with that mild-mannered mean green machine.  And will be for quite some time.

Monday, July 05, 2010

Shocker


Bob Probert... Number 24... retired Red Wings tough guy and one of the NHL's all time great enforcers... dead at 45.  From the Detroit Free Press:
The news of Probert’s passing was especially sad for senior vice president Jimmy Devellano, who drafted Probert in 1983.

“It’s very sad, very, very sad,” Devellano said. “He was a pretty popular player in Detroit in the '80s, and certainly one tough guy with a lot of ability. But unfortunately we never got 100% out of him because of his off-ice problems.”

Probert was 45, and leaves behind a wife and four children.
Probie was one of my earliest hockey heroes and I've posted about him... or at least mentioned him... many times in the past.  His premature passing shocks EVERY Red Wings fan.

RIP, 24.  Thanks for the memories.

Touristy Stuff


Took the short ride from Sumter over to Columbia yesterday and spent the better part of our day at the South Carolina State House... which was designated a National Historic Landmark in 1976.  It's a beautiful piece of work.

From the front...

From the side...

One of the MANY reminders about The War of Northern Aggression

Speaking of which... the people of South Carolina remember their war dead.  Here are a couple of shots of the Civil War memorial...

A close of up of the monument's legend

The monument itself and that controversial Stars and Bars flag.

The grounds of the State House are park like with well-maintained leafy gardens and huge trees.  We saw lots of folks relaxing on well-placed park benches as we walked around.  We did a bit of that ourselves.    

I mentioned the honoring of the state's war dead... and the monument that impressed me the most was the Mexican War memorial.  It's a huge cast iron work, consisting of a palmetto on top of a pedestal and surrounded by four columns with some of the most intricate iron work I've ever seen.  The scale...

That's SN1 and Grandson Sean in front.

The plaque.

Detail of the iron work.

There's a recent monument as well, honoring all of South Carolina's sons and daughters who have served...

Flags in the breeze.  The USMC and Coast Guard flags are obscured by palmettos.

The inscription.

We had ourselves a Happy Ending at a local watering hole, of course.

It was a great day out... and you're only seeing about half of it, Gentle Reader.

Added, a couple o' days later:  Just for vanity's sake, a pic SN1 took of me admiring the Mexican War Memorial:



All you wimmen folk should feel free to say something like "nice ass."  If'n you're feelin' charitable, of course.

Sunday, July 04, 2010

Independence Day


The Unanimous Declaration of the Thirteen United States of America

When, in the course of human events, it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the political bonds which have connected them with another, and to assume among the powers of the earth, the separate and equal station to which the laws of nature and of nature's God entitle them, a decent respect to the opinions of mankind requires that they should declare the causes which impel them to the separation.

We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable rights, that among these are life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. That to secure these rights, governments are instituted among men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed. That whenever any form of government becomes destructive to these ends, it is the right of the people to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new government, laying its foundation on such principles and organizing its powers in such form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their safety and happiness.

Prudence, indeed, will dictate that governments long established should not be changed for light and transient causes; and accordingly all experience hath shown that mankind are more disposed to suffer, while evils are sufferable, than to right themselves by abolishing the forms to which they are accustomed. But when a long train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the same object evinces a design to reduce them under absolute despotism, it is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such government, and to provide new guards for their future security. --Such has been the patient sufferance of these colonies; and such is now the necessity which constrains them to alter their former systems of government. The history of the present King of Great Britain is a history of repeated injuries and usurpations, all having in direct object the establishment of an absolute tyranny over these states. To prove this, let facts be submitted to a candid world.

He has refused his assent to laws, the most wholesome and necessary for the public good.

He has forbidden his governors to pass laws of immediate and pressing importance, unless suspended in their operation till his assent should be obtained; and when so suspended, he has utterly neglected to attend to them.

He has refused to pass other laws for the accommodation of large districts of people, unless those people would relinquish the right of representation in the legislature, a right inestimable to them and formidable to tyrants only.

He has called together legislative bodies at places unusual, uncomfortable, and distant from the depository of their public records, for the sole purpose of fatiguing them into compliance with his measures.

He has dissolved representative houses repeatedly, for opposing with manly firmness his invasions on the rights of the people.

He has refused for a long time, after such dissolutions, to cause others to be elected; whereby the legislative powers, incapable of annihilation, have returned to the people at large for their exercise; the state remaining in the meantime exposed to all the dangers of invasion from without, and convulsions within.

He has endeavored to prevent the population of these states; for that purpose obstructing the laws for naturalization of foreigners; refusing to pass others to encourage their migration hither, and raising the conditions of new appropriations of lands.

He has obstructed the administration of justice, by refusing his assent to laws for establishing judiciary powers.

He has made judges dependent on his will alone, for the tenure of their offices, and the amount and payment of their salaries.

He has erected a multitude of new offices, and sent hither swarms of officers to harass our people, and eat out their substance.

He has kept among us, in times of peace, standing armies without the consent of our legislature.

He has affected to render the military independent of and superior to civil power.

He has combined with others to subject us to a jurisdiction foreign to our constitution, and unacknowledged by our laws; giving his assent to their acts of pretended legislation:

For quartering large bodies of armed troops among us:

For protecting them, by mock trial, from punishment for any murders which they should commit on the inhabitants of these states:

For cutting off our trade with all parts of the world:

For imposing taxes on us without our consent:

For depriving us in many cases, of the benefits of trial by jury:

For transporting us beyond seas to be tried for pretended offenses:

For abolishing the free system of English laws in a neighboring province, establishing therein an arbitrary government, and enlarging its boundaries so as to render it at once an example and fit instrument for introducing the same absolute rule in these colonies:

For taking away our charters, abolishing our most valuable laws, and altering fundamentally the forms of our governments:

For suspending our own legislatures, and declaring themselves invested with power to legislate for us in all cases whatsoever.

He has abdicated government here, by declaring us out of his protection and waging war against us.

He has plundered our seas, ravaged our coasts, burned our towns, and destroyed the lives of our people.

He is at this time transporting large armies of foreign mercenaries to complete the works of death, desolation and tyranny, already begun with circumstances of cruelty and perfidy scarcely paralleled in the most barbarous ages, and totally unworthy the head of a civilized nation.

He has constrained our fellow citizens taken captive on the high seas to bear arms against their country, to become the executioners of their friends and brethren, or to fall themselves by their hands.

He has excited domestic insurrections amongst us, and has endeavored to bring on the inhabitants of our frontiers, the merciless Indian savages, whose known rule of warfare, is undistinguished destruction of all ages, sexes and conditions.

In every stage of these oppressions we have petitioned for redress in the most humble terms: our repeated petitions have been answered only by repeated injury. A prince, whose character is thus marked by every act which may define a tyrant, is unfit to be the ruler of a free people.

Nor have we been wanting in attention to our British brethren. We have warned them from time to time of attempts by their legislature to extend an unwarrantable jurisdiction over us. We have reminded them of the circumstances of our emigration and settlement here. We have appealed to their native justice and magnanimity, and we have conjured them by the ties of our common kindred to disavow these usurpations, which, would inevitably interrupt our connections and correspondence. We must, therefore, acquiesce in the necessity, which denounces our separation, and hold them, as we hold the rest of mankind, enemies in war, in peace friends.

We, therefore, the representatives of the United States of America, in General Congress, assembled, appealing to the Supreme Judge of the world for the rectitude of our intentions, do, in the name, and by the authority of the good people of these colonies, solemnly publish and declare, that these united colonies are, and of right ought to be free and independent states; that they are absolved from all allegiance to the British Crown, and that all political connection between them and the state of Great Britain, is and ought to be totally dissolved; and that as free and independent states, they have full power to levy war, conclude peace, contract alliances, establish commerce, and to do all other acts and things which independent states may of right do. And for the support of this declaration, with a firm reliance on the protection of Divine Providence, we mutually pledge to each other our lives, our fortunes and our sacred honor.

New Hampshire: Josiah Bartlett, William Whipple, Matthew Thornton

Massachusetts: John Hancock, Samual Adams, John Adams, Robert Treat Paine, Elbridge Gerry

Rhode Island: Stephen Hopkins, William Ellery

Connecticut: Roger Sherman, Samuel Huntington, William Williams, Oliver Wolcott

New York: William Floyd, Philip Livingston, Francis Lewis, Lewis Morris

New Jersey: Richard Stockton, John Witherspoon, Francis Hopkinson, John Hart, Abraham Clark

Pennsylvania: Robert Morris, Benjamin Rush, Benjamin Franklin, John Morton, George Clymer, James Smith, George Taylor, James Wilson, George Ross

Delaware: Caesar Rodney, George Read, Thomas McKean

Maryland: Samuel Chase, William Paca, Thomas Stone, Charles Carroll of Carrollton

Virginia: George Wythe, Richard Henry Lee, Thomas Jefferson, Benjamin Harrison, Thomas Nelson, Jr., Francis Lightfoot Lee, Carter Braxton

North Carolina: William Hooper, Joseph Hewes, John Penn

South Carolina: Edward Rutledge, Thomas Heyward, Jr., Thomas Lynch, Jr., Arthur Middleton

Georgia: Button Gwinnett, Lyman Hall, George Walton