A photo from the U.S. National Archives of prisoners along the Bataan death march. The April 9, 1942 surrender of more than 75,000 American and Philippine troops was the largest in U.S. history. An estimated 11,000 American and Philippine troops died along the way of exhaustion or execution.
San Sebastian Avenue
When I planted my naked feet on my bedroom floor, I had my headline firmly planted in my mind…..
I ONCE HAD JEWISH FRIENDS
As I sipped on my cup of coffee, I wondered if Jews in America can be rounded up by ICE and deported back to Israel. I tapped the Google mic, and asked……”Rounding up Jews”……I got this reply
“Rounding up shoes has no connection to ICE activities!”
I let go an ironic laugh. I knew I had seen piles of shoes outside death camps. Yesterday I told my nephew I wanted a monument placed in Twin Pines Park in Belmont The subject would be the the Batton Death March. My three grand-nephews are Filipinos.
On October 7th, I sent Mark’s son a message, telling him I am ready to dispose of his cousins ashes. I thought it was the 8th, the day I was born. He wished me happy birthday. I told him I was going to the University of Oregon Campus to give a Biblical lesson in the plaza. I told him Charlie Kirk was coming here. Then he got assassinated. I told my nephew I was going to spread Drew’s ashes in the Pioneer Cemeyrty. He spoke up
“I thought you were coming down here to do that.”
My nephew told me my mother mistook him for his father. My brother said he would be at Rosemarie’s Deathbed, but changed his mind. I informed my nephew no one told me my mother was dying. I did not get to say goodbye. I then told my nephew about the hideous family crimes, and criminals. Then I told him I was afraid his sons would find out many family truhths on the internet. I got no reply.
THE BUCK STOPS HERE
In 1986, I saw the movie The Great Santini while living in a hotel in Downtown Oakland. I wept. The next day I went looking for Vicki Arnold, Bill’s sister. I found Eugene Arnold, and she told me Vicki was looking for me. I got her number, We talked, and she invited me to her home in Los Angeles. We got drunk and ran about downtown looking at her boyfriends statues. In the morning she had me sit at a card table, where sat a black box.
“We are going to spend several hours going through this black box, wherein Bryan out his investigation of his sons death. He rode on the train with my brothers coffin.
An hour later.
“Why was my father in your basement?”
“I didn’t know he was in my basement,”
“Your mother caught him there!”
An hour later
“Why is your mother’s namde on the pink slip of Bill’s car?”
I don’t know. Rosemary gave him another when he lived with us. I was fifteen, and Bill was sixteen!”
There was a long prenant silence.
Two months after Christine’s death, I called up my mother and said
“I finally figured it out. You seduced Bill, and this us why he killed himself.:……..
“What do you want ne to do……CUT MY THROAT!”
I have known true evil in my life. I can not bring Bill back to life. I will not remain silent while V grins with glee at firing Democrats in the government. He claims he is a big Christian hotshot. He is A BOY COWARD playing an evil game with the other BOY COWARDS, who are inventing lies, and are about to invoke the insurrection act. Last week I tried to surrender. I know the Presidents Men want to destroy Miriam Starfish Christling – who I identified as being based on Bill Arnold. This morning I saw Starfish was Bryan Arnold. Then I saw she is Vicki Arnold.
I told Vicki I believed Bill killed himself to get out of the army. I heard her father was pulling stirring’s to get hum DRAFTED.
“That’s not correct………WE WERE BORN IN THE ARMY! We ived on baes all over the world. “
Starfish, Bryan, Bill, and Victoria. Victoria Rosemond Bond, is Starfish’s boss. Miriam is a……BAD ASS KILLER! I am about to put her in a boxing ring with Pete Hesketh.
This morning I went un search of an image of the Death March. I see a plaque in Twin Pine’s Park of American Soldier taken captive by the Japanese. How may U.S. troops were – FORCED TO SURRENDER – before that? Study the American faces. Now, look for the Filipino soldier that fought alongside our soldiers.
About five this morning I Googled Filipinos and ICE round-ups. Many Filipinos are afraid of what they see happening to brown-skinned people inside our borders. I am now going to write my Senators and see if they can get our President to sing a treaty with the Filipinos that can guarantee SANE IMMIGRATIONS will be adopted by our Allie, who is facing down…..
THE GUNS OF THE CHINESE!
We are poised to spend a trillion dollars to keep China at bay. Drone technology is the key. And this is key…..
GROW THE FUCK UP!
When you are forced at gunpoit to take off yur shoes, it is curatinas for yocommu. You had better put up a fight, if this ;ools remotely looks like a possiibity!
After looking in that black box for six hours, Vicki held it up, and shoved in in my face!
“What’s in this box, Greg?”
“I see nothing. There’s nothing in that box!”
:Wrong! Your pending death is in this box. You are killing yurself with alcohol.” Vicki started crying…
“P;ease dont die. Dont leave me alone with theses dark truths!”
I told my nephew my brothers bad sisters in AA don’t celebrate their natal birthdays, just the day that got sober. Thanks to Vicki Arnold, I am alive. Come April 7, 2026, I will be clean and sober for…..
39 YEARS!
John Presco
President: Royal Rosamond Press
Author of…..Rounding Up The Shoes’
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ield Arnold
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Bryan C. Arnold 1937
Cullum No. 10973 • Nov 14, 1987 • Died in Los Altos, CA
Interred in Alta Mesa Cemetery, Palo Alto, CA
Bryan Coffield Arnold, born in Gatesville, Texas, on 1 October 1913, was the son of a distinguished jurist, Jasper Henry Arnold, and his artist wife, Ray Coffield Arnold. Attending elementary and high school in Gatesville, he was introduced to the military through a year of CMTC, two years of Reserve Officer Training Corps, and a year in the Texas National Guard. This, together with his high school football and drama experience, surely helped persuade Congressman O.H. Cross of the Eleventh Congressional District (Texas) to select and appoint Bryan to the United States Military Academy at West Point, to which Bryan matriculated in 1933.
Early in his plebe year it became apparent that Bryan marched to a different drummer, determinedly so. His deep and abiding belief, which he was to sustain all his life, in the brotherhood of all mankind and in equal justice under all law endeared him to his friends and profoundly disturbed others, not the least of whom were his military superiors. Even so, in June 1937, having fully participated for four years in sports, choir, and Hundreth Night Shows, and having regularly been in attendance on the yard, Bryan stood proudly with his classmates to receive his commission as a second lieutenant of Infantry.
Of his years in the service, Bryan was later, in retrospect, to write, “My career was far from outstanding, but I tried to play the game honestly, and did my duty usually as I understood it, although as a human being the understanding was often fallible.”
Pearl Harbor found him commanding Headquarters Company of the 21st Infantry Regiment at Schofield Barracks, Territory of Hawaii. Soon after, Captain Arnold transferred to the Air Transport Command, where he was assigned as intelligence officer and adjutant of the 18th Transport Group in Amberly, Australia. He remained in this assignment until his return to the States in 1944 to attend the 18th General Staff Course at Fort Leavenworth.
Taking time out to marry Eugenia Smith in Cincinnati, Ohio, he returned to duty at the Army Training Center at Hamilton Field, California until the war’s end. Now, after completing a re-
fresher course at Fort Benning, Bryan returned to his first love, as Infantry battalion commander at Camp Fannin, Texas. An interesting detail as radiological safety officer for “Operation Crossroad” at Bikini Atoll preceded a short tour at Fort McClellan, Alabama. He then took his family to Fort Jackson, where he served as a battalion commander in the 10th Infantry Regiment.
In February 1946, Eugenia bore him a son who was to die tragically in 1965. In 1950, after the birth of daughter Victoria Lee, Major Arnold moved his family to France for four years while he served in various assignments, the last a two-year stint as deputy post commander at Brus-sac. Then, following a tour as Bud Underwood’s deputy at Fort Niagara, he spent sixteen months in Korea, and eighteen months at Camp Zama in Japan. He retired as a lieutenant colonel in 1961 and took his family to Oakland, California, to begin life as a civilian.
After five years in Oakland, during which Bryan worked in real estate, and Eugenia as a secretary at Modern Day School, they moved to southern California. Here Bryan worked for the city of Mountain View, then for the state, first for the Department of Water Resources, and later for the Highway Department. He also served as editor of the American Right of Way Association Newspaper. Eugenia began working in El Camino Hospital in 1965, where she was to remain for 21 years.
Physical difficulties forced Bryan’s retirement in 1983. About this time he moved into his daughter’s home in Los Angeles, and died in a nursing home in Sunnyvale in November 1987.
Our gentle Texan, with the voice of an angel, has gone. May God grant him rest.
Dr. Henry Summerfield Arnold (b. April 17, 1837, d. July 10, 1913)
Henry Summerfield Arnold was born April 17, 1837 in Mount Pleasant, Tennessee, and died July 10, 1913 in Coryell County, Texas. He married Polly Molly Walker on November 19, 1865 in Brazos County, Texas, daughter of William Calvin Walker and Nancy Bolton.
More About Henry Summerfield Arnold and Polly Molly Walker:
Marriage: November 19, 1865, Brazos County, Texas.
Children of Henry Summerfield Arnold and Polly Molly Walker are:
- Edwin P. Arnold, b. August 15, 1866, Texas, d. September 15, 1910.
- Jasper Henry Arnold, b. 1869, Texas, d. date unknown.
- George J. Arnold, b. May 01, 1871, Texas, d. date unknown.
- Joseph Arnold, b. September 01, 1874, Texas, d. date unknown.
- Robert Marion Arnold, b. 1876, Texas, d. date unknown.
- Harry Lee Arnold, b. March 1880, Texas, d. 1934.
| Name:Bryan Coffield ArnoldBirth Date:1 Oct 1913Gender:MaleBirth Place:Gatesville, Coryell, Texas, USAFather:Jasper Henry ArnoldFather Birth Place:Brazos County, TexasMother:Ray CoffieldMother Birth Place:Hays County, TexasMother Residence:Gatesville, Texas |
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My Friend – Bill Arnold
Bill Arnold was my childhood friend. We were famous best friends. We met when we were twelve in Mr. Kouches art class at McKenzie Junior High. I was working on a watercolor that would be chosen to tour the world in a Red Cross Art Show, I one of a hundred students chosen from across this nation.
“That’s a very fine work of art!” I heard Bill say as he stood behind me. When I turned to see who was giving me a compliment I was gazing into the eyes of a very tall blue-eyed, bond haired Nordic boy. I knew right away this was the new boy my friends had recently told me about, who played on the field with his shirt off exposing large welts on his back. When our peers asked him how he got these wounds, he told them from his father.
Bill’s father had a been a career officer in the Army who was trying to break his rebellious sons will so he would be just like him. He would wake his son at six in the morning and make him lie in a ice cold bath with the window wide open, before he went to school.
In 1986 Bill’s sister told me her father would beat her brother most every day, while she lie trembling under the covers. Vicky told me she slept with her deceased father revolver under her pillow because she suffered from PTSD, and, she needed to know she could end it in an instance if it became unbearable. This was her sleep aid. Victoria make six figures as a dog therapist to the stars.
After we concluded Bill had committed suicide twenty minutes past my eighteenth birthday, Vicky begged me to get sober and stop killing myself with alcohol so she would not be all alone with the things we now knew to be the truth. I got sober in 1987. My daughter believes I got sober so I could look down my nose at people who socially drink so I can feel important. Heather bonds with people who love to drink.
Two months before Christine drowned, I called up our mother and said;
“You seduced my friend Bill and that’s why he killed himself!”
There was a long silence, Rosemary amazed that I finally figured it out, followed by this;
“What do you want me to do – cut my throat?”
“That would be a good start!”
What has put me in a rage about all the parasites that swooped down upon the remains of my sister’s creative legacy, is that Bill and I were incredibly gifted artist and poets. We knew we owned a rare gift in our bond, it something very special in the true world of art. We had achieved the dream of many artists since the dawn of time, being, bonding with someone you can share the creative process with, in depth. In each we found a loyal devotee and honest critic of each others work. We competed with each other in the most honorable and loving way. We bid each other to become masters of our craft. We brought genius out of one another.
My mother destroyed this bond when he met her in Oakland to borrow for hundred dollars to buy a car for work. He was desperate. He had just got out of Junvile Hall where his father kept him for a year and half, and if he did not get a job, his parole officer would have to recommend he be drafted. Bill drove his car Rosemary bought him, after she fucked him, on to a railroad track in Ogden Utah at 12:20 A.M. October 9, 1965. Bill turned off the lights, and waited for the train he knew was coming.
After the funeral, my mother said this, with her fake tears meant for her ugly pile of tragedies’
“Oh my son! I don’t know how you can going on living without your dear friend.”
On February 11, 1967, just after sunset, I died on McClures Beach due to a fall I took while on a massive dose of LSD.
In 1987 A Seer told me I died because I was carrying all this guilt that was not mine to own.
“You were in much pain. You had to let that pain go!”
Betrayals by the people we most love in this world, are extremely painful. There are millions of young people being injured and raped in their own homes, not by intruders, but by their own parents. Many of these parents abuse drug and alcohol. In Rosemarys case, she was in a jealous rage. She couldnt tolerate the truth her life had came to not because she married the wrong man, and I had the brightest future one can imagine. When Christine said in her autobiography, that everyone thought I would become a world famous artist one day, you could add;
“Along with his friend Bill!”
When Christine drowned on March 26, 1994, in theory the three gifted artists that were very close to Rosemary – had died! Only I came back from the dead, to accuse our abuser and look for a motive as to why parents would destroy their gifted children. Vic and Rosemary Presco, and Brian Arnold, Bill’s father, suffered from narcissistic Personality Disorder. If the spotlight fell on anyone but them, they would go into a murderous rage. Only when Bill became the mirror image of his father, would he be safe. Bill, who had an I.Q. of 180, understood this. Bill at thirteen years of age knew exactly why he was being crucified, why his father lay huge welts across his back, like the one Jesus recieved in just one day. Consider the Stan Your Ground Law.
One day when I came to Bill’s house I saw evidence of a brutal beating. Things were broken. A heavy duty army bed frame was bent.
“Why don’t you fight back? You’re as big as your father! Defend yourself!”
“I love my father. Stay out of this!”
because these criminal events, I became disabled and got on SSI in 1969 because I could no longer work. I had extreme difficulty staying on the planet. I had seen heaven, and wanted to go back. I had seen God’s most beautiful creation, and believed no one would believe me. Who would believe the hell I was born into?
Bill tried to tell me what happened. He tried, and failed. We had taken a vow on a mountain top that we would keep no secrets from each other, and share everything this world had to offer. We silently shared the abuse – until this day!
No more! Not one minute more! For a little while, Bill and I shared heaven!
Jon Presco
Copyright 2012
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