Random Stuff…

This one from PP… :-)

Tupperware

 

And sometimes PHDs ARE good for something… Got in a discussion yesterday morning with the former Marine Sgt (twice), now PHD about ballistics and differences between 7.62 and .308…

An hour later I get this…

762 vs 308

And an I told you so email… sigh  Hell, as far as I know, he may have BEEN the one that did this research…

I really hate it when he rubs it in…

Something different…

I had a rant all set to go and I decided NOT to post it…  Sometimes it’s just not worth the BP meds…

But I would point you to THIS post by Sara Hoyt.  What is happening to Larry Correia, what is going on in Ferguson, and, and, and…

What I would ask is if you see crap being spread on ANY medium, politely ask for fact, not emotion.  And keep asking…

The only way we’re going to counter these asshats is getting the truth out, or forcing them to admit they don’t HAVE or KNOW the facts.

Warning, you’ll probably be accused of being racist, homophobic or who the hell knows what else…

Now on to what I decided to replace the rant with-

Thirty-nine years ago, an Italian submarine was sold for a paltry $100,000 as scrap. She had been given to the Italian Navy in 1953, and was originally the USS Barb. An incredible veteran of World War II service. With a heritage that should not have been melted away without any recognition.

The USS Barb was a pioneer, paving the way for the first submarine to launch missiles and it flew a battle flag unlike that of any other ship.

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In addition to the Medal of Honor ribbon at the top of the flag identifying the heroism of its Captain, Commander Eugene ‘Lucky’ Fluckey. And the bottom border of the flag bore the image of a Japanese train locomotive.  The USS Barb was indeed, the submarine that SANK A TRAIN !

July 18, 1945 In Patience Bay, off the coast of Karafuto, Japan.

It was after 4 A.M. And Commander Fluckey rubbed his eyes as he peered over the map spread before him. It was the twelfth war patrol of the Barb, the fifth under Commander Fluckey.  He should have turned the submarine’s command over to another skipper after four patrols, but had managed to strike a deal with Admiral Lockwood to make a fifth trip with the men he cared for like a father.  Of course, no one suspected when he had struck that deal prior to his fourth and should have been his final war patrol, that Commander Fluckey‘s success would be so great he would be awarded the Medal of Honor.

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Commander Fluckey smiled as he remembered that patrol. Lucky Fluckey they called him. On January 8th the Barb had emerged victorious from a running two-hour night battle after sinking a large enemy ammunition ship. Two weeks later in Mamkwan Harbor he found the mother-lode… More than 30 enemy ships.

In only 5 fathoms (30 feet) of water his crew had unleashed the sub’s forward torpedoes, then turned and fired four from the stern. As he pushed the Barb to the full limit of its speed through the dangerous waters in a daring withdrawal to the open sea, he recorded eight direct hits on six enemy ships.

What could possibly be left for the Commander to accomplish who, just three months earlier had been in Washington, DC to receive the Medal of Honor? He smiled to himself as he looked again at the map showing the rail line that ran along the enemy coastline.

Now his crew was buzzing excitedly about bagging a train! The rail line itself wouldn’t be a problem. A shore patrol could go ashore under cover of darkness to plant the explosives… One of the sub’s 55-pound scuttling charges. But this early morning Lucky Fluckey and his officers were puzzling over how they could blow not only the rails, but also one of the frequent trains that shuttled supplies to equip the Japanese war machine. But no matter how crazy the idea might have sounded, the Barb’s skipper would not risk the lives of his men.  Thus the problem… How to detonate the explosives at the moment the train passed, without endangering the life of a shore party.  PROBLEM?

If you don’t search your brain looking for them, you’ll never find them. And even then, sometimes they arrive in the most unusual fashion. Cruising slowly beneath the surface to evade the enemy plane now circling overhead, the monotony was broken with an exciting new idea: Instead of having a crewman on shore to trigger explosives to blow both rail and a passing train,why not let the train BLOW ITSELF up?

Billy Hatfield was excitedly explaining how he had cracked nuts on the railroad tracks as a kid, placing the nuts between two ties so the sagging of the rail under the weight of a train would break them open. “Just like cracking walnuts, “he explained. To complete the circuit [detonating the 55-pound charge] we hook in a micro switch… And mounted it between two ties, directly under the steel rail.  “We don’t set it off . The TRAIN will.” Not only did Hatfield have the plan, he wanted to go along with the volunteer shore party.

After the solution was found, there was no shortage of volunteers; all that was needed was the proper weather… A little cloud cover to darken the moon for the sabotage mission ashore. Lucky Fluckey established his criteria for the volunteer party:
[ 1 ] No married men would be included, except for Hatfield,
[ 2 ] The party would include members from each department,
[ 3 ] The opportunity would be split evenly between regular Navy and Navy Reserve sailors,
[ 4 ] At least half of the men had to have been Boy Scouts, experienced in handling medical emergencies and tuned into woods lore.
FINALLY, Lucky Fluckey would lead the saboteurs himself.

When the names of the 8 selected sailors was announced it was greeted with a mixture of excitement and disappointment. Members of the submarine’s demolition squad were:
· Chief Gunners Mate Paul G. Saunders, USN;
· Electricians Mate 3rd Class Billy R. Hatfield, USNR;
· Signalman 2nd Class Francis N. Sevei, USNR;
· Ships Cook 1st Class Lawrence W. Newland , USN;
· Torpedomans Mate 3rd Class Edward W. Klingesmith, USNR;
· Motor Machinists Mate 2nd Class James E. Richard, USN;
· Motor Machinists Mate 1st Class John Markuson, USN; and
· Lieutenant William M. Walker, USNR.

Among the disappointed was Commander Fluckey who surrendered his opportunity at the insistence of his officers that as commander he belonged with the Barb, coupled with the threat from one that “I swear I’ll send a message to ComSubPac if the Commander attempted to join the demolition shore party.”

In the meantime, there would be no harassing of Japanese shipping or shore operations by the Barb until the train mission had been accomplished. The crew would ‘ lay low’ to prepare their equipment, practice and plan and wait for the weather.
July 22, 1945 Patience Bay [ Off the coast of Karafuto, Japan ]

Waiting in 30 feet of water in Patience Bay was wearing thin the patience of Commander Fluckey and his innovative crew. Everything was ready. In the four days the saboteurs had anxiously watched the skies for cloud cover, the inventive crew of the Barb had crafted and tested their micro switch.  When the need was proposed for a pick and shovel to bury the explosive charge and batteries, the Barb’s engineers had cut up steel plates in the lower flats of an engine room, then bent and welded them to create the needed digging tools. The only things beyond their control were the weather…. and the limited time. Only five days remained in the Barb’s patrol.

Anxiously watching the skies, Commander Fluckey noticed plumes of cirrus clouds, then white stratus capping the mountain peaks ashore. A cloud cover was building to hide the three-quarters moon. So, this would be the night.

MIDNIGHT, July 23, 1945
The Barb had crept within 950 yards of the shoreline. If it was somehow seen from the shore it would probably be mistaken for a schooner or Japanese patrol boat. No one would suspect an American submarine so close to shore or in such shallow water.  Slowly the small boats were lowered to the water and the 8 saboteurs began paddling toward the enemy beach. Twenty-five minutes later they pulled the boats ashore and walked on the surface of the Japanese homeland.  Stumbling through noisy waist-high grasses, crossing a highway and then into a 4-foot drainage ditch, the saboteurs made their way to the railroad tracks. Three men were posted as guards, Markuson assigned to examine a nearby water tower. The Barb’s auxiliary man climbed the tower’s ladder, then stopped in shock as he realized it was an enemy lookout tower . . . an OCCUPIED enemy lookout tower. Fortunately the Japanese sentry was peacefully sleeping. And Markuson was able to quietly withdraw to warn his raiding party.
The news from Markuson caused the men digging the placement for the explosive charge to continue their work more quietly and slower. Twenty minutes later, the demolition holes had been carved by their crude tools and the explosives and batteries hidden beneath fresh soil.

During planning for the mission the saboteurs had been told that, with the explosives in place, all would retreat a safe distance while Hatfield made the final connection.  BUT IF the sailor who had once cracked walnuts on the railroad tracks slipped or messed up during this final, dangerous procedure, his would be the only life lost.
On this night it was the only order the sub’s saboteurs refused to obey, and all of them peered anxiously over Hatfield’s shoulder to be sure he did it right. The men had come too far to be disappointed by a bungled switch installation.

1:32 A.M.
Watching from the deck of the submarine, Commander Fluckey allowed himself a sigh of relief as he noticed the flashlight signal from the beach announcing the departure of the shore party. Fluckey had daringly, but skillfully guided the Barb within 600 yards of the enemy beach sand.  There was less than 6 feet of water beneath the sub’s keel, but Fluckey wanted to be close in case trouble arose and a daring rescue of his bridge saboteurs became necessary.

1:45 A.M.
The two boats carrying his saboteurs were only halfway back to the Barb when the sub’s machine gunner yelled, ‘ CAPTAIN !’ There’s another train coming up the tracks! The Commander grabbed a megaphone and yelled through the night, “Paddle like the devil !”,knowing full well that they wouldn’t reach the Barb before the train hit the micro switch.

1:47 A.M.
The darkness was shattered by brilliant light . . and the roar of the explosion!  The boilers of the locomotive blew, shattered pieces of the engine blowing 200 feet into the air. Behind it the railroad freight cars accordianed into each other, bursting into flame and adding to the magnificent fireworks display. Five minutes later the saboteurs were lifted to the deck by their exuberant comrades as the Barb eased away . . slipping back to the safety of the deep.  Moving at only two knots, it would be a while before the Barb was into waters deep enough to allow it to submerge. It was a moment to savor, the culmination of teamwork, ingenuity and daring by the Commander and all his crew. Lucky Fluckey’s voice came over the intercom. “All hands below deck not absolutely needed to maneuver the ship have permission to come topside.” He didn’t have to repeat the invitation.

Hatches sprang open as the proud sailors of the Barb gathered on her decks to proudly watch the distant fireworks display.

Barb Flag

(The train mission is noted at the center bottom of the flag)

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The Barb had sunk a Japanese TRAIN !

On August 2, 1945 the Barb arrived at Midway, her twelfth war patrol concluded. Meanwhile United States military commanders had pondered the prospect of an armed assault on the Japanese homeland. Military tacticians estimated such an invasion would cost more than a million American casualties.  Instead of such a costly armed offensive to end the war, on August 6th the B-29 bomber Enola Gay dropped a single atomic bomb on the city of Hiroshima, Japan. A second such bomb, unleashed 4 days later on Nagasaki, Japan, caused Japan to agree to surrender terms on August 15th.  On September 2, 1945 in Tokyo Harbor the documents ending the war in the Pacific were signed.

The story of the saboteurs of the U.S.S. Barb is one of those unique, little known stories of World War II. It becomes increasingly important when one realizes that the [ 8 ] eight sailors who blew up the train near Kashiho, Japan conducted the ONLY GROUND COMBAT OPERATION on the Japanese homeland during World War II.

For all the gear heads…

ELECTRICAL THEORY BY JOSEPH LUCAS

Positive ground depends on proper circuit functioning, which is the transmission of negative ions by retention of visible spectral manifestation known as “smoke”.

Smoke is the thing that makes electrical circuits work. We know this to be true because every time one lets the smoke out of an electrical circuit, it stops working. This can be verified repeatedly through empirical testing.

For example, if one places a copper bar across the terminals of a battery, prodigious quantities of smoke are liberated and the battery shortly ceases to function. In addition, if one observes smoke escaping from an electrical component such as a Lucas voltage regulator, it will also be observed that the component no longer functions. The logic is elementary and inescapable!

The function of the wiring harness is to conduct the smoke from one device to another. When the wiring springs a leak and lets all the smoke out of the system, nothing works afterward.

Starter motors were considered unsuitable for British motorcycles for some time largely because they consumed large quantities of smoke, requiring very unsightly large wires.

It has been reported that Lucas electrical components are possibly more prone to electrical leakage than their Bosch, Japanese or American counterparts. Experts point out that this is because Lucas is British, and all things British leak. British engines leak oil, British shock absorbers, hydraulic forks and disk brake systems leak fluid, British tires leak air and British Intelligence leaks national defense secrets.

Therefore, it follows that British electrical systems must leak smoke. Once again, the logic is clear and inescapable.

In conclusion, the basic concept of transmission of electrical energy in the form of smoke provides a logical explanation of the mysteries of electrical components especially British units manufactured by Joseph Lucas, Ltd.

And remember: “A gentleman does not motor about after dark.”

Joseph Lucas “The Prince of Darkness” 1842-1903

A few Lucas quips:

The Lucas motto: “Get home before dark.”

Lucas is the patent holder for the short circuit.

Lucas – Inventor of the first intermittent wiper.

Lucas – Inventor of the self-dimming headlamp.

The three-position Lucas switch–DIM, FLICKER and OFF. The other three
switch settings–SMOKE, SMOLDER and IGNITE.

The Original Anti-Theft Device – Lucas Electrics.

If Lucas made guns, wars would not start

Back in the ‘70s, Lucas decided to diversify its product line and began manufacturing vacuum cleaners. It was the only product they offered which did not suck.

Q: Why do the British drink warm beer? A: Because Lucas makes their refrigerators.

This has been referred to as the smoke theory when the smoke comes out its finished, cooked or done for.

The Grey Man, update…

Book two is out for beta read now, having been through the first editing pass…

Here is what was chosen as the cover.

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Thanks to my VERY GOOD graphics artist Tina Garceau. She can take my off the wall ideas and turn them into something that is attractive and matches the ‘tone’ of the book to a ‘T’…

Thank you lady!

Looking at late September/early Oct publishing date.  More information as the final steps get done.

You just never know…

What you’re liable to find when you’re looking for something else…

One ‘old’ box of .45 ammo…

Old ammo

I think it was made around 1953… and it’s a full box! :-)

And another piece of personal history…

slide rule

 

I bought this thing back in 1973 or 74 to use on the airplane.  It’s the ‘mini’ version and fit perfectly into the old blue flight manual books we carried.  It was a lot quicker to do the math on this than to try to do it on a notebook in a bouncing airplane…

And no, I never did find what I was looking for… sigh…

Doin’ the math…

The ‘mantra’ in the gun world is that one is none…None

And two is one…Two

So I guess I’ve got one Model 1917… :-)

I had to go to an offsite, it was raining so I left early to beat the traffic.  Got to the meeting but had time to kill, so I stopped in a little place that sells fishing gear and has a little (maybe 6 foot) gun counter…

I’m casually looking and see something down on the bottom shelf (actually two somethings)…

I asked the kid to pull them out, turns out it’s a 1917 Colt and a 1917 S&W.  Some old guy (his words) had come in and put them on consignment…

The Colt turns out to be all original, including the original grips and lanyard ring!!!right side

It’s not perfect by a long shot, but the bore is good with sharp lands/grooves and I’m going to shoot it anyway…Left side

You can see there is a little chip out of the left hand grip in the picture below…frameAnd a quick run through the serial number checker shows it was made in 1918, so now I have two…er… ONE, yeah, yeah, that’s it, one Colt made in 1918… :-)

It won’t be a safe queen, and I’m hoping to get to the range soon with it.  Since I already have moon clips, at least I don’t have to go hunt them down again…

The S&W was probably in a bit better shape, but I just didn’t have the $$ for both… And it didn’t have original grips…

Random thought…

So we have something over 1000 boots on the ground in Iraq, but SOFA???

So what happens if they have to defend themselves???

Are they now liable under Iraqi law?  With no SOFA, I think they are!

NOT a good situation!!!

But is the administration doing anything to fix this?  Nothing that I can find… Anybody know different?

WWII Poster…

Another one for the home front.  This one features Admiral Bull Halsey.  This is the picture that started it…

Halsey on the bridge

WWII Halsey posterThis is another one by John Phillip Falter, who came in the Navy as an artist during WWII.  Interesting to me, he moved the binoculars up to a ‘ready’ position…

And I also found this one, which ‘may’ be either a work up for the one above, or a separate motivator for the Navy… or…

halsey posterHope y’all are enjoying these…

 

 

Interesting conversation…

Spent the morning at the dealer getting stuff done on the truck…

Ended up sitting next to an Army Major (Ranger/Airborne), just back from downrange.  We got into a rather in-depth conversation about what is going on in the Army.  He’s just back from downrange, was the G-2 on a Batt staff…

This was his SIXTH deployment!   He’d had both platoon and company commands downrange, and admitted he was promoted out of zone (early) and has his first in zone look at LTCOL this year.  He said he was in ‘limbo’ right now, trying to find out if he was going to be retained.  Of his four friends from college days, he said he was the only one left.  One had been killed, one got out as a captain and the other two were both RIFed in the last six months (as majors).  He’s pretty worried as they have three kids, the youngest a 6 month old little girl.  He said at this point he’s just hoping to hang on for 3 more years to get to 15 years, “In case it all goes south.”  But in any case, his wife has already gone back to work as a translator since they are both fluent in Spanish, and he said they are putting every dollar they can aside…  He also said that he really doesn’t want to go back to El Paso right now, with all the crap going on down there.  Either his parents or hers have a store, and they’ve been robbed multiple times in the last year by ‘gang’ members (he thinks probably MS-13).

I feel for he and his family, and I think the way they are being treated just plain SUCKS!!!

They deserve a hell of a lot better than they are getting!!!