Sunday, January 29, 2012

A JOURNEY BACK IN TIME

This morning I got on a train at Waterloo Station and went to Portsmouth to meet my Dad's colleague, an old friend of the family.

Matt was a British officer in the Indian Army during World War II. He led a company of Gurkhas in North Africa and Italy.

Needless to say, Matt is a charter member of Team STORMBRINGER

I haven't seen Matt since I was 15, but he has been following my career.

Matt is 88, and I found him still agile and mobile, happy and joking and smiling all the time. Incredibly, he hasn't changed a bit.
I told him we kids all thought he looked like David Niven. He laughed and laughed at that, and said David Niven came from Portsmouth, and of course they had similar military careers.

Matt was so happy to see me. Our plan was to visit the D-Day museum. As we drove toward it, Matt pointed out toward the Solent - the stretch of water between Portsmouth and the Isle of Wight - and said, "They say on the weeks before D-Day, you could walk right across the water, there were so many boats and ships lined up."

I asked Matt where he was on June 6th, 1944. He said, "Oh, I was a D-Day Dodger!" I know a little bit about what Matt went through fighting Germans in Italy, and he didn't dodge anything. Matt explained; Lady Astor was the first woman Member of Parliament. The legend goes that during the Normandy Campaign she blurted out something about the men of the 8th Army fighting in the Italian campaign as the "D-Day Dodgers"; implying that they had it easy because they were avoiding the "real war" in France. The Allied soldiers in Italy subsequently composed a bitingly sarcastic song to the tune of the haunting German song Lili Marleen; "The Ballad Of The D-Day Dodgers" - and Matt sang a few bars of it for me. I wish I could sing the way Matt does - I'd be a Rock Star.

When we got to the D-Day museum I asked, "Is there a military discount?" the young man at the counter said,

"For World War veterans, they go free."

"Good; two World War veterans." The young man looked at me like I was crazy. I pointed at Matt, then pointed at myself, "He's a World War II veteran, and I'm a World War III veteran."

That got a chuckle. "No, only the Second World War veterans get in free. This is the D-Day Museum."




They have an amazing embroidery that encircles an entire display hall.




Inspired by the Bayeaux Tapestry, that chronicled the Norman Conquest of 1066 - when William Duke of Normandy crossed the channel from France and became William the Great - thirty-four huge panels depict the stunning scenes of the world's greatest, most well-known and most chronicled military operation.




The embroideries are amazing; they are a significant cultural artifact, and they honor the men and women involved in the great Operation Overlord.




The official name of this incredible relic is THE OVERLORD EMBROIDERY




Matt and I had a grand old chinwag and reminisced about the Good Old Days. We toured around and looked at the countryside and the various military fortifications around Portsmouth, dating back to the Napoleanic Era, and before that, to the reign of King Henry the VIII, and before that, King Alfred the Great.


Then we went to his flat and I saw all the things from Indonesia, Bangladesh and Thailand - my upbringing, the places from where I knew Matt. We drank some wine and everytime we raised a glass we drank to "The Good Old Days!" and Matt would laugh and smile that charismatic smile of his. He told me stories about his life, stories about World War II and a few stories about our ex-pat life in Asia, a couple anecdotes I didn't know about (because I was a kid then).


It was a poignant moment in Time.

There will be more to come about Matt and his remarkable career - I simply don't have the time to write right now; there is an important project and Matt knows what it is, because I told him.


And then we drove down to Gosport and took the ferry to the train station. When I take off from Heathrow tomorrow morning, I will have travelled by automobile, ship, train and aircraft, all within 24 hours. This is an personal achievement I have been trying to gain this for at least the past thirty-four years.


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SPOTTED DICK




On the trains today going through the English countryside. These are some of the names of the places I am traveling thru:

Wanking

Shaftsbury

East Dorking

Slopsbury

Screwing

St. Screamsbury

Blowing

Wadsworth


I had lunch in a pub called The Cock and Pussy - the pub sign was a painting of a rooster fighting a cat, I kid you not. The guy at the next table over said to the waittress, "I'm having Spotted Dick. I know I'll regret it tomorrow, but I've earned it."




Whatever floats your boat, Mister. I don't have Spotted Dick, I don't ever want to have it, and I REALLY don't wanna know whatever it was you did to EARN Spotted Dick. I mean, REALLY people - "Too Much Information!"





. . . OK too much time on my hands . . . here's some street names in various towns found throughout England:

Find Bush Lane

Sandy Balls

Hornyold Rd

Fingringhoe

Shitterton

Hole of Horcum

Fanny Hands Lane

Cockshoot Close

Crotch Crescent

Cumming Court

Cocknmouth Close

Rimswell

Spanker Lane

Beaver Close

Dick Court

Lickfold Close


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Friday, January 27, 2012

FROM A CANADIAN HOUSEWIFE

This letter to the editor surfaced in the STORMBRINGER mailbag. Apparently written by a Canadian woman, it also applies to the USA, UK and Australia. Written by a housewife in New Brunswick, Canada to her local newspaper - this is one ticked off lady . . . S.L.


"Are we fighting a war on terror or aren't we? Was it or was it not, started by Islamic people who brought it to our shores on September 11, 2001 and have continually threatened to do so since?


Were people from all over the world, not brutally murdered that day, in downtown Manhattan, across the Potomac from the capitol of the USA and in a field in Pennsylvania?


Did nearly three thousand men, women and children die a horrible, burning or crushing death that day, or didn't they?




Do you think I care about four U.S. Marines urinating on some dead Taliban insurgents?


And I'm supposed to care that a few Taliban were claiming to be tortured by a justice system of a nation they are fighting against in a brutal Insurgency.


I'll care about the Koran when the fanatics in the Middle East, start caring about the Holy Bible, the mere belief of which, is a crime punishable by beheading in Afghanistan.


I'll care when these thugs tell the world they are sorry for hacking off Nick Berg's head, while Berg screamed through his gurgling slashed throat.


I'll care when the cowardly so-called insurgents in Afghanistan, come out and fight like men, instead of disrespecting their own religion by hiding in Mosques and behind women and children.


I'll care when the mindless zealots who blow themselves up in search of Nirvana, care about the innocent children within range of their suicide Bombs.


I'll care when the Canadian media stops pretending that their freedom of Speech on stories, is more important than the lives of the soldiers on the ground or their families waiting at home, to hear about them when something happens.


In the meantime, when I hear a story about a CANADIAN soldier roughing up an Insurgent terrorist to obtain information, know this:


I don't care.


When I see a wounded terrorist get shot in the head when he is told not to move because he might be booby-trapped, you can take it to the bank:


I don't care. Shoot him again.


When I hear that a prisoner, who was issued a Koran and a prayer mat, and fed 'special' food, that is paid for by my tax dollars, is complaining that his holy book is being 'mishandled,' you can absolutely believe, in your heart of hearts:


I don't care.


And oh, by the way, I've noticed that sometimes it's spelled 'Koran' and other times 'Quran.' Well, Jimmy Crack Corn you guessed it.


I don't care!!


If you agree with this viewpoint, pass this on to all your E-mail Friends. Sooner or later, it'll get to the people responsible for this ridiculous behavior!


If you don't agree, then by all means hit the delete button. Should you choose the latter, then please don't complain when more atrocities committed by radical Muslims happen here in our great Country! And may I add:


Some people spend an entire lifetime wondering, if during their life on earth, they made a difference in the world. But, the Soldiers don't have that problem.


I have another quote that I would like to share AND...I hope you forward All this.


One last thought for the day:


Only five defining forces have ever offered to die for you:


1. Jesus Christ


2. The British Soldier.


3. The Canadian Soldier.


4. The US Soldier, and


5. The Australian Soldier


One died for your soul, the other four, for you and your children's Freedom.


YOU MIGHT WANT TO PASS THIS ON, AS MANY SEEM TO FORGET!


AMEN! GOD BLESS CANADA AND AMERICA.




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FOUND ON A SEABEE MESSAGE BOARD

Piss on a Crucifix, and they'll call you an "Artist"

Piss on the American Flag, and they'll call you a Freedom of Speech "Constitutionalist"

Piss on a Police Car, and they'll call you an Occupy Wall Street "Freedom Lovin' 99 percenter"

Piss on a Taliban piece of shit that just tried to kill you and your fellow Marines, and they'll call you a "Villain"

Sure is a f*cked-up Administration we have running this great country!!!!!

Be sure to vote them ALL GONE in November!!!!!




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Life Of Duty: Gunsite Academy

Here's the new video from Life Of Duty correspondent Chuck Holton on the Gunsite Academy in Arizona. Gunsite is a cool organization that offers firearms training to elite military personnel, law enforcement officers and free citizens of the US. Enjoy - S.L.


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EXCELLENT GUN ADVICE

This little nugget of knowledge surfaced in the STORMBRINGER mailbag - S.L.


What is the smallest caliber you can trust to protect yourself?




My personal favorite defense gun has always been a Beretta Jetfire in .22 short. I have carried it for many years including while hiking. I never leave home without it.

Of course the first rule when hiking in the wilderness is to use the "Buddy System". This means you NEVER hike alone, you bring a friend, companion or even an in-law because if something happens there is someone to go get help.

I remember one time while hiking with my brother-in-law in northern Alberta and out of nowhere came this huge brown bear charging us and boy, was she mad. We must have been near one of her cubs.




Anyway, if I had not had my little Jetfire I would not be here today. Just one shot to my brother-in-law's knee cap and I was able to escape by just walking away at a brisk pace.

That's one of the best pistols in my collection . . .



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Thursday, January 26, 2012

HAPPY AUSTRALIA DAY

























This is the Wattle


the Symbol of Our Land


You can Stick it in a Bottle


You can Hold it in your Hand


Australia!





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