Discussion in 'The Lounge' started by BFISA, Mar 17, 2008.
Thanks Toby. :five:
'Aight all ya hoes! Get me ta 1K!!!!!
The bad news is I lost $200,000 sunday... :icon_sad:
The good news is I won $200,000 sunday...
Happy Veterans Day y'all!!
My original plan was to go out to Ft Rosecrans. But I learned last night that a fellow coworker and friend who passed last week from Cancer, who was a Retired E9 Chief in the Navy. His Services will be today at 12:00 at Miramar MCAS.
Cute Smiley.... Yes, Happy Veterans day to all of you! :flag:
hey folks, were the group pictures from sunday already posted by ant somewhere?
Yes definitely! :flag:
Hiya Comp! Nice to see ya in here.
Here's the link to H8er's and Drunk's TG photos so far:
Great minds! :lol:
Thanx Ladies!! :icon_toast: :wub: :icon_kiss:
Sorry for your loss, go take care of the Chief.
Amazing, isn't it!!
'Washing Clothes Recipe' -- imagine having a recipe for this. Years ago
an Alabama grandmother gave the new bride the following recipe:
This is an exact copy as written and found in an old scrapbook with
spelling errors and all.
Build fire in backyard to heat kettle of rain water.
Set tubs so smoke wont blow in eyes if wind is pert.
Shave one hole cake of lie soap in boilin water
Sort things, make 3 piles
1 pile white,
1 pile colored,
1 pile work britches and rags.
To make starch, stir flour in cool water to smooth ,
then thin down with boiling water .
Take white things, rub dirty spots on board,
scrub hard, and boil, then rub colored don't boil just wrench and starch.
Take things out of kettle with broom stick handle, then wrench, and starch.
Hang old rags on fence.
Spread tea towels on grass.
Pore wrench water in flower bed. Scrub porch with hot soapy water.
Turn tubs upside down.
Go put on clean dress, smooth hair with hair combs.
Brew cup of tea, sit and rock a spell and count your blessings.
AND WE THINK WE HAVE IT ROUGH
For you non-southerners - wrench means rinse.
Hi Comp... Saw the cute pic of your baby in his Halloween costume (UT avatar) :yes:
Hey y'all, the last two days have been a blast!!
Yesterday, I met with other members of the Military Order of the Purple Heart at a junior high school here in San Antone. We were there to address History and Government classes about why we served, some of our military experiences, what happened when we were wounded, etc.
The kids were very receptive and for the most part, asked pertinent questions. As an added bonus, one of the teachers was a Chargers Fan and posts on the UT forum; what're the odds of that here in Texas!!
They had a Veteran's Day Assembly in our honor and fed us well!!
Today I attended the Veterans Day Ceremony at Ft Sam Houston National Cemetery. They had acuppoluv added wrinkles that were very well received. Seems there were 10 military personnel here in San Antonio representing all branches of service (except Coast Guard) who were not American citizens, so a Naturaliztion Ceremony was conducted-
They also had a ceremony commemorating the Purple Heart Stamp-
A great cuppola days, indeed!!
He was in charge of the Aggressor Squadron's Maintenance Control for the Top Gun Squadron when he was on Active Duty. He retired in the Mid 90’s, and went straight to our flight line. I was his first Crew Leader.
Sounds like you admired this dude, which means he was special. Prayers for his family and friends.
I was able to teach him about Systems on the F/A-18 Aircraft, and I learned about Navy Politics from him.
So you could say we both learned from each other.
The Best Definition of a Veteran I have ever heard...
"A veteran is someone who, at one point in his life wrote a blank check Made payable to "The United States of America" for an amount of "up to and including my life". That is Honor, and there are way too many people in This country who no longer understand it.
And Now The Story...
I just wanted to get the day over with and....go down to Smokey's for a few cold ones. Sneaking a look at my watch, I saw the time, 1655. Five minutes to go before the cemetery gates are closed for the day. Full dress was hot in the August sun. Oklahoma summertime was as bad as ever... the heat and humidity at the same level... both too high.
I saw the car pull into the drive, '69 or '70 model Cadillac Deville, looked factory-new. It pulled into the parking
lot at a snail's pace. An old woman got out so slow I thought she was paralyzed. She had a cane and a sheaf of flowers, about four or five bunches as best I could tell.
I couldn't help myself. The thought came unwanted, and left a slightly bitter taste: 'She's going to spend an hour, and for this old soldier...my hip hurts like hell and I'm ready to get out of here right now!' But for this day my duty was to assist anyone coming in. Kevin would lock the 'In' gate and if....I could just hurry the old biddy along, we might make the last half of happy hour at Smokey's. I broke Post Attention. My hip made gritty noises when
I took the first step and the pain went up a notch. I must have made a real military sight; middle-aged man with a small pot-gut and half a limp, in Full Dress Uniform, which had lost its razor crease about 30 minutes after I began the watch...at the cemetery.
I stopped in front of her, halfway up the walk. She looked up at me with an old woman's squint. 'Ma'am may I assist you in any way?' She took long enough to answer. 'Yes, son. Can you carry these flowers? I seem to be moving a tad slow these days'
'My pleasure Ma'am.' Well, it wasn't too much of a lie.
She looked again. 'Soldier, where were you stationed?' ' Vietnam , Ma'am. Ground-pounder. '69 to '71.'
She looked at me closer. 'Wounded in action, I see. Well done, I'll be as quick as I can.'
I lied a little bigger, 'No hurry, Ma'am.'
She smiled....and winked at me. 'Son, I'm 85-years old and I can tell a lie from a long way off. Let's get this done, might be the last time I can do this. My name's Joanne Wieserman, and I've a few Soldiers I'd like to see one more time.'
'Yes, Ma'am, At your service.'
She headed for the World War I section, stopping at a stone. She picked one of the bunches out of my arm and laid it on top of the stone. She murmured something I couldn't quite make out.
The name on the marble was; Donald S. Davidson, US Army, France 1918. She turned away and made a straight line for the
World War II section, stopping at one stone. I saw a tear slowly tracking its way down her cheek. She put a bunch on a stone; the name was; Stephen X. Davidson, US Navy, 1943. She went up the row a ways and laid another bunch on a stone; Stanley J. Wieserman, US Army, 1944. She paused for a second, 'Two more, son, and we'll be done.'
I almost didn't say anything, but, 'Yes, Ma'am, Take your time.'
She looked confused. 'Where's the Vietnam section, son? I seem to have lost my way.' I pointed with my chin. 'That way, Ma'am.' 'Oh!' she chuckled quietly. 'Son, me and old age ain't too friendly.' She headed down the walk I'd pointed at. She stopped at a couple of stones before she found the ones she wanted.
She placed a bunch on Larry Wieserman, USMC, 1968, and the last one on Darrel Wieserman, US Air Force, 1970. She stood there and murmured a few words.....I still couldn't make out.
'OK,son, I'm finished. Get me back to my car and you can go home.'
'Yes, Ma'am. If I may ask, were those your kinfolk?'
She paused. 'Yes, Donald Davidson was my father; Stephen was my uncle; Stanley was my husband; Larry and Darrel were our sons. All killed in action.' She stopped, whether she had finished, or couldn't finish, I just don't know.
She made her way to her car, slowly, and painfully.
I waited for a polite distance to come between us...and then double-timed it over to Kevin waiting by the car.
'Get to the 'Out'-gate QUICK!, I have something I've JUST got to do.' Kevin started to say something, but saw the look I gave him. He broke the rules to get us there down the service road. We beat her.
She hadn't made it around the rotunda yet.
'Kevin.......... stand to attention next to the gate post. Follow my lead.' I humped it across the drive to the other post.
When the Cadillac came puttering around from the hedges and began the short straight traverse to the gate, I called in my best sergeant's voice: 'TehenHut! Present Haaaarms!' I have to hand it to Kevin, he never blinked an eye; full dress attention and a salute that would make his DI proud.
She drove through that gate with two old worn-out soldiers giving her a send off she deserved, for service rendered to her country, and for knowing Duty, Honor and Sacrifice
I am not quite sure, but I think I saw....a BIG salute returned from that Cadillac!
Instead of 'The End'....just think of 'Taps'. Please let me share a favorite prayer:
'Lord, keep our servicemen and women safe, whether they serve at home or overseas. Hold them in Your loving hands and protect them as they protect us.'
Let's all keep those currently serving and those who have gone before, in our thoughts. They are the reason for the many freedoms we enjoy.
'In God We Trust!' Duty, Honor, Country, Sacrifice.
All Repped Out!!
One sunny day in 2009 an old man approached the White House from across Pennsylvania Avenue , where he'd been sitting on a park bench. He spoke to the U.S. Marine standing guard and said, 'I would like to go in and meet with President Bush. The Marine looked at the man and said, 'Sir, Mr. Bush is no longer president and no longer resides here.' The old man said, 'Okay' and walked away.
The following day, the same man approached the White House and said to the same Marine, 'I would like to go in and meet with President Bush. 'The Marine again told the man, 'Sir, as I said yesterday, Mr. Bush is no longer president and no longer resides here.' The man thanked him and, again, just walked away.
The third day, the same man approached the White House and spoke to the very same U. S. Marine, saying 'I would like to go in and meet with President Bush. 'The Marine, somewhat agitated at this point, looked at the man and said, 'Sir, this is the third day in a row you have been here asking to speak to Mr. Bush. I've told you already that Mr. Bush is no longer the president and no longer resides here. Don't you understand? 'The old man looked at the Marine and said, 'Oh, I understand. I just love hearing it.'
The Marine snapped to attention, saluted, and said, 'See you tomorrow.'
Believe it or not, These are Memphis , TN 's REAL 911 Calls!
Dispatch 9-1-1 What is your emergency?
Caller: I heard what sounded like gunshots coming from the brown house
on the corner.
Dispatcher: Do you have an address?
Caller No, I have on a blouse and slacks, why?
Dispatcher 9-1-1 What is your emergency?
Caller Someone broke into my house and took a bite out of my ham and
Dispatcher Excuse me?
Caller I made a ham and cheese sandwich and left it on the kitchen
table and when I came back from the bathroom, someone had taken a bite
out of it.
Dispatcher Was anything else taken?
CallerNo, but this has happened to me before and I'm sick and tired of it!
Dispatcher: 9-1-1 What is the nature of your emergency?
Caller: I'm trying to reach nine eleven but my phone doesn't have an
eleven on it.
Dispatcher: This is nine eleven.
Caller: I thought you just said it was nine-one-one
Dispatcher: Yes, ma'am nine-one-one and nine-eleven are the same thing.
Caller: Honey, I may be old, but I'm not stupid.
My Personal Favorite!!!
Dispatcher: 9-1-1 What's the nature of your emergency?
Caller: My wife is pregnant and her contractions are only two minutes
Dispatcher: Is this her first child?
Caller: No, you idiot! This is her husband!
And the winner is..........
Caller: Yeah, I'm having trouble breathing. I'm all out of breath.
Darn....I think I'm going to pass out.
Dispatcher: Sir, where are you calling from?
Caller: I'm at a pay phone. North and Foster.
Dispatcher: Sir, an ambulance is on the way. Are you an asthmatic?
Dispatcher: What were you doing before you started having trouble
Caller: Running from the Police.
Separate names with a comma.