A great shot of one of our 442 Sqn Cormorants carrying out a night rescue of an injured hiker on Mnt Rexton near the Chilliwack/US border this past Aug.
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And now we know where reports of UFO sightings come from.
A great shot of one of our 442 Sqn Cormorants carrying out a night rescue of an injured hiker on Mnt Rexton near the Chilliwack/US border this past Aug.
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Blowing up a KO'd/immobile enemy tank was a standard practice to preclude them recovering and repairing it. The picture of the Sherman "crock" park shows what my late uncle and another neighbour did during the war in Europe. The neighbour was involved in recovering KO'd tanks to a secure area for repair. My uncle was a tank fitter who was assigned to a Corps level workshop where they would salvage various AFVs and return them to service, often swapping a good turret from an unusable hull to a good hull with a wrecked turret and the like. Recovery was often pretty dicey because of enemy in the vicinity and the repair operation could be pretty trying as they frequently had to clean human remains from a tank and re-paint the interiors.
My uncle was involved in the hasty conversion of SP guns to APCs for use in operation Totalize in Normandy. It was a round the clock operation with vehicles being overhauled, guns removed and armor plate and sheet steel welded over the gun apertures.
Jesus, the things we ask people to do.
Every year on Remembrance Day, I spend some time thinking about the men and women who lived through the war but who had to see and do things we should never have to see or do. The thought of "step one" of a job being "find and document the human remains" gives me significant pause. I can't imagine spending 14+ hours a day wiping up bits of person form the inside of the tank where they burned to death/lost a limb/lost a head/bled out...
Thank a Veteran. As a nation, we've asked them to do stuff I don't think I could do. That saved me from having to do it. Maybe it saved my boy from having to do it. But they paid bills so I didn't have to. For that, I am enormously thankful.
I still have the Medicine Man patch as I was an AE Tech on the Voodoo in the late 60's. The pilots had "One O Wonder" and the weapons officer / navigator had "Scope Wizard" on their patch. The backseater was commonly called a GIB which was slang for guy in back. The stick in the back seat controlled the radar and missile aiming and not the aircraft.
Jesus, the things we ask people to do.
Every year on Remembrance Day, I spend some time thinking about the men and women who lived through the war but who had to see and do things we should never have to see or do. The thought of "step one" of a job being "find and document the human remains" gives me significant pause. I can't imagine spending 14+ hours a day wiping up bits of person form the inside of the tank where they burned to death/lost a limb/lost a head/bled out...
Thank a Veteran. As a nation, we've asked them to do stuff I don't think I could do. That saved me from having to do it. Maybe it saved my boy from having to do it. But they paid bills so I didn't have to. For that, I am enormously thankful.
One of my Great Uncles was a small man, not suitable for combat. They placed him in a hospital working as an orderly. I guess he came back a mental wreck after witnessing all the carnage of ruined men.
Auggie D.
One of my Great Uncles was a small man, not suitable for combat. They placed him in a hospital working as an orderly. I guess he came back a mental wreck after witnessing all the carnage of ruined men.
Auggie D.
Normandy, fall '44:
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R. Lee Ermey has made a sizable pile of dollars (12M of them apparently) working his shtick. While I respect his service, and can't begrudge a fellow from making some money with what he has, I can't help but get tired of seeing his puss on ads for Medeco locks, TruSpec fatigues, Glock, WD40, Geico, Victory motorcycles, plus his own TV show, the back cover of the current edition of Surplus Firearms, that book he wrote... Dude's flirting with overexposure. And the shouty, uber-tough USMC DI thing gets very old, very fast. Great looking kid when he was young, though. Coulda been a model.