Creedmore has 1, 2, 5 clips HERE. These are good quality, and work well for competition shooting or if you’re taking your M-1 in the woods and there is a five round limit…
Or if you live in NY… Just sayin…
Or if you live in NY… Just sayin…
High FlightOh! I have slipped the surly bonds of earth |
|
| Pilot Officer Gillespie Magee No 412 squadron, RCAF Killed 11 December 1941 |
|
Hangar One was originally built 79 years ago for the blimps back in WWII, and it is on the National Historic Register. However, due to the age and asbestos construction, it was deemed a hazard. We closed the ‘base’ in 1993 and moved the squadrons out to Hawaii and NAS Whidbey Island, but due to the EPA, nothing was done with the buildings. NASA Ames took over the facilities, and the hangar basically sat and deteriorated…
A little bit of ‘history’, until the VAB was built at the Cape, Hangar One was the largest freestanding (no internal supports) building in the world.
Now they are finally stripping all the asbestos and taking the building back to parade rest…
From the Mercury News in San Jose.
Hangar One, once home to the Navy’s giant airships at Moffett Field, finally has a few willing benefactors: Google’s top three executives have offered to salvage the historic landmark.
Full article and more pictures HERE.
As one of the literally thousands of Sailors that went through there, I really hope it does get saved!
And this one comes from the mil-email trail… Contrary to Wounded Warriors, its seems that our REAL wounded warriors DO enjoy shooting and if nothing else ARE innovative!
Yes, he really IS using his shoe as an improvised shooting rest!
Little kid was asking his mom if he pushed it would he cause an earthquake…LOL
In other news, saw one of those funky Range Rovers in hot pink with a license plate surround that said Happiness is polished nails across the top and Shopping for new clothes across the bottom. And the back window was FULL of Neiman Marcus bags…
Glad I’m not married to the blonde driving that thing, I’d be broke in ONE day…
And the gentle breezes blow,
70 miles per hour at 52 below!
Oh, how I love Michigan
When the snow’s up to your butt;
You take a breath of winter air
And your nose is frozen shut.
Yes, the weather here is wonderful,
You may think I’m a fool.
I could never leave Michigan
Cause I’m frozen to the stool.
Attended a retirement of an old friend from the Navy on Friday…
For those who have never seen it, it is a very structured ceremony honoring the individual and they family (if present) for their service to the Navy and the country.
“Wreck” was one of those JOs that everybody thought would never make LT, much less make a career of the Navy; he did 10 years active and 20 in the reserves, had command, did well and retired as a Captain on 30…
It was old home week, folks coming out of the woodwork to honor Wreck and his family. “Bubba” was the guest speaker, and regaled not only us but the family with stories from over the years (and some I don’t think Marcia had ever heard to judge from her response). He was formally piped ashore with the requisite 8 sideboys, in this case with two admirals in the eight, and a couple of folks that had a ‘bit’ of trouble fitting into their uniforms since they’d been retired for a while.
Once the official ceremony was over, folks met at the reception in a much more ‘relaxed’ atmosphere and the stories really started flying…
Marcia was still ‘stunned’ that it was finally over, and she told me she just couldn’t believe after 28 years there wouldn’t be any more deployments, calls, road trips, and weekends/weeks with Wreck gone.
And she told us to get him drunk for old times sake… 🙂
Bubba had managed to get a bunch of photos from over the years and put them into a powerpoint that ran on the big screen in the background. Quite a few of the pics brought up comments, memories, flights and missions, odd happenings, det ops, and more sea stories along with memories of folks no longer with us.
We had the requisite toasts, and the last was to Absent Comrades.
On the screen was the following: