Wyatt earp
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This thread is blowing my mind away..
I love it.
I love it.
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Dad's best friend was a staff Sergeant in Patton's staff, his driver when they went into Sicily and sometimes in Europe, ethnic German fellow. He said a lot of the stories were just PR rubbish,Grandfather went to France, a captain in the Quartermaster Corps. Father was Army Air Corps, tested dropping napalm barrels on islands around Panama for a while when they were developing that stuff, and then went to an airborne unit assigned to the Pacific theater, did several jumps in the Philippines and went on from there to Japan. Had an uncle at North Africa, Sicily, and Anzio, one at Iwo, one a B-17 gunner with 25 missions over Germany. Youngest uncle served in Korea as Air Force mechanic. All were dead by the late 1980's.
Dad's best friend was a staff Sergeant in Patton's staff, his driver when they went into Sicily and sometimes in Europe, ethnic German fellow. He said a lot of the stories were just PR rubbish, and Patton wasn't crazy; he would have been dead in North Africa if he had been nuts. A large part of his success was in picking competent staff officers and listening to them. Omar Bradley was key to some of his early successes. He did well on his own later. Great Division commander, not that great as an Army commander, which is why he made sure his staff was good. A willingness to listen to people smarter than him was what made him a great leader; many in his position wouldn't have, and many lost their lives over the ego trips. Patton's sponsoring of Eisenhower jumping over the others in the 'good old boy' system to a top command was also an act of great leadership and competence.
Dad's best friend was a staff Sergeant in Patton's staff, his driver when they went into Sicily and sometimes in Europe, ethnic German fellow. He said a lot of the stories were just PR rubbish,Grandfather went to France, a captain in the Quartermaster Corps. Father was Army Air Corps, tested dropping napalm barrels on islands around Panama for a while when they were developing that stuff, and then went to an airborne unit assigned to the Pacific theater, did several jumps in the Philippines and went on from there to Japan. Had an uncle at North Africa, Sicily, and Anzio, one at Iwo, one a B-17 gunner with 25 missions over Germany. Youngest uncle served in Korea as Air Force mechanic. All were dead by the late 1980's.
Dad's best friend was a staff Sergeant in Patton's staff, his driver when they went into Sicily and sometimes in Europe, ethnic German fellow. He said a lot of the stories were just PR rubbish, and Patton wasn't crazy; he would have been dead in North Africa if he had been nuts. A large part of his success was in picking competent staff officers and listening to them. Omar Bradley was key to some of his early successes. He did well on his own later. Great Division commander, not that great as an Army commander, which is why he made sure his staff was good. A willingness to listen to people smarter than him was what made him a great leader; many in his position wouldn't have, and many lost their lives over the ego trips. Patton's sponsoring of Eisenhower jumping over the others in the 'good old boy' system to a top command was also an act of great leadership and competence.
This is how I know your telling the truth..
No, it's not a fake disorder. I've known a vet or two that suffered from it.OK, but PTSD is a fake disorder suffered by cowards. No wonder Patton slapped the cowardly soldier.
But sadly, many vets today are using it as an excuse to scam the system and receive extra benefits they don't deserve. ...
Dad's best friend was a staff Sergeant in Patton's staff, his driver when they went into Sicily and sometimes in Europe, ethnic German fellow. He said a lot of the stories were just PR rubbish,Grandfather went to France, a captain in the Quartermaster Corps. Father was Army Air Corps, tested dropping napalm barrels on islands around Panama for a while when they were developing that stuff, and then went to an airborne unit assigned to the Pacific theater, did several jumps in the Philippines and went on from there to Japan. Had an uncle at North Africa, Sicily, and Anzio, one at Iwo, one a B-17 gunner with 25 missions over Germany. Youngest uncle served in Korea as Air Force mechanic. All were dead by the late 1980's.
Dad's best friend was a staff Sergeant in Patton's staff, his driver when they went into Sicily and sometimes in Europe, ethnic German fellow. He said a lot of the stories were just PR rubbish, and Patton wasn't crazy; he would have been dead in North Africa if he had been nuts. A large part of his success was in picking competent staff officers and listening to them. Omar Bradley was key to some of his early successes. He did well on his own later. Great Division commander, not that great as an Army commander, which is why he made sure his staff was good. A willingness to listen to people smarter than him was what made him a great leader; many in his position wouldn't have, and many lost their lives over the ego trips. Patton's sponsoring of Eisenhower jumping over the others in the 'good old boy' system to a top command was also an act of great leadership and competence.
This is how I know your telling the truth..
No, it's not a fake disorder. I've known a vet or two that suffered from it.OK, but PTSD is a fake disorder suffered by cowards. No wonder Patton slapped the cowardly soldier.
But sadly, many vets today are using it as an excuse to scam the system and receive extra benefits they don't deserve. ...
I got the 'shakes' about half the time, an hour or so after what-ever it was was over and my body was trying to get rid of the adrenaline rushes. Didn't feel like anything but a chemical re-balancing, certainly not a disability, if I kept busy it was fairly mild and went away, but I guess if somebody had a really sheltered life the shock might be severe enough to have long term effects.
No, it's not a fake disorder. I've known a vet or two that suffered from it.OK, but PTSD is a fake disorder suffered by cowards. No wonder Patton slapped the cowardly soldier.
But sadly, many vets today are using it as an excuse to scam the system and receive extra benefits they don't deserve. ...
I got the 'shakes' about half the time, an hour or so after what-ever it was was over and my body was trying to get rid of the adrenaline rushes. Didn't feel like anything but a chemical re-balancing, certainly not a disability, if I kept busy it was fairly mild and went away, but I guess if somebody had a really sheltered life the shock might be severe enough to have long term effects.
It is impossible for me to delve deeper without releasing classified info. I will tell you the square root of two is in the speed of light, 1.414.
My great great Grandfather fought with the 57th Alabama Infantry Regiment.Dad.... Navy in the Pacific.
Uncle Giles..... Africa.
Uncle Mike.....Europe
Great great Grandfather......Fought for the North out of Ohio.
Dad told me about liberating Dachau , how they gave away every ration they had on 'em.....
~S~
Dad told me about liberating Dachau , how they gave away every ration they had on 'em.....
~S~
My father in law was there as well. We found a notebook that he made references to where he was at while in.
Wish I had it but his Son took it. What I read was horrifying.
My Dad turned 17 late in 1943. He joined the Navy and spent the next 19 months in the Pacific, mostly on CV-19, USS Hancock.
The last week of his life he told me why he never ate seafood. When the war ended, the Hancock was docked near the shore, the crew used to count how many human bodies floated past that day. They would often see fish taking bites.
He's gone a while now and I always try to remember to thank a veteran and have a special affinity for WWII vets
Fair winds and following seas, Pop
My Dad turned 17 late in 1943. He joined the Navy and spent the next 19 months in the Pacific, mostly on CV-19, USS Hancock.
The last week of his life he told me why he never ate seafood. When the war ended, the Hancock was docked near the shore, the crew used to count how many human bodies floated past that day. They would often see fish taking bites.
He's gone a while now and I always try to remember to thank a veteran and have a special affinity for WWII vets
Fair winds and following seas, Pop
Do you eat seafood?
My Dad turned 17 late in 1943. He joined the Navy and spent the next 19 months in the Pacific, mostly on CV-19, USS Hancock.
The last week of his life he told me why he never ate seafood. When the war ended, the Hancock was docked near the shore, the crew used to count how many human bodies floated past that day. They would often see fish taking bites.
He's gone a while now and I always try to remember to thank a veteran and have a special affinity for WWII vets
Fair winds and following seas, Pop
Do you eat seafood?
I do. I also practiced several Japanese martial arts and sumi-e
I did Kendo when Reagan was President, first term. I later, much later, went to aikido on and off, mostly off now, for the past 18 yearsMy Dad turned 17 late in 1943. He joined the Navy and spent the next 19 months in the Pacific, mostly on CV-19, USS Hancock.
The last week of his life he told me why he never ate seafood. When the war ended, the Hancock was docked near the shore, the crew used to count how many human bodies floated past that day. They would often see fish taking bites.
He's gone a while now and I always try to remember to thank a veteran and have a special affinity for WWII vets
Fair winds and following seas, Pop
Do you eat seafood?
I do. I also practiced several Japanese martial arts and sumi-e
We're opposites. I'm a veggie and I did Karate once and decided I wouldn't be good at it.
I did Kendo when Reagan was President, first term. I later, much later, went to aikido on and off, mostly off now, for the past 18 yearsMy Dad turned 17 late in 1943. He joined the Navy and spent the next 19 months in the Pacific, mostly on CV-19, USS Hancock.
The last week of his life he told me why he never ate seafood. When the war ended, the Hancock was docked near the shore, the crew used to count how many human bodies floated past that day. They would often see fish taking bites.
He's gone a while now and I always try to remember to thank a veteran and have a special affinity for WWII vets
Fair winds and following seas, Pop
Do you eat seafood?
I do. I also practiced several Japanese martial arts and sumi-e
We're opposites. I'm a veggie and I did Karate once and decided I wouldn't be good at it.
I did Kendo when Reagan was President, first term. I later, much later, went to aikido on and off, mostly off now, for the past 18 yearsMy Dad turned 17 late in 1943. He joined the Navy and spent the next 19 months in the Pacific, mostly on CV-19, USS Hancock.
The last week of his life he told me why he never ate seafood. When the war ended, the Hancock was docked near the shore, the crew used to count how many human bodies floated past that day. They would often see fish taking bites.
He's gone a while now and I always try to remember to thank a veteran and have a special affinity for WWII vets
Fair winds and following seas, Pop
Do you eat seafood?
I do. I also practiced several Japanese martial arts and sumi-e
We're opposites. I'm a veggie and I did Karate once and decided I wouldn't be good at it.
All I can say is, if I see you down a dark alley, I'm hoping I can run faster than you, or I'm covered in green goo.
I did Kendo when Reagan was President, first term. I later, much later, went to aikido on and off, mostly off now, for the past 18 yearsDo you eat seafood?
I do. I also practiced several Japanese martial arts and sumi-e
We're opposites. I'm a veggie and I did Karate once and decided I wouldn't be good at it.
All I can say is, if I see you down a dark alley, I'm hoping I can run faster than you, or I'm covered in green goo.
LOL Neither
Aikido is pure self defense, no kicks or strikes, uses the attack against the attacker