Thoughts and prayers for the family, and I’m sure Murphy would appreciate any thoughts at the blog above.
Thoughts and prayers for the family, and I’m sure Murphy would appreciate any thoughts at the blog above.
The second is a P-3 down playing with an LA Class boat… And you can see from the video how rough riding the P-3 is (and they are down at 200 feet).
And speaking of Submarines, and history…
I was talking to a former Submarine Commander and Sub Squadron Commander today at Pearl, and we got on the subject of the disbanding of the WWII submariner’s organization. He told me, and actually took me in and showed me the Submarine Commander’s Wardroom in Lockwood Hall at Pearl Harbor.
Lockwood Hall was built starting in 1934, it’s an Art Deco masterpiece/monstrosity depending on your perspective, but it’s been the BOQ for the Sub Base since it’s construction. It played a significant part in WWII, with war gaming taking place in the Lanai under Marine Guards, and there was a special room set aside sometime around 1938-39 for only COs to have a place to relax away from the officers of their subs, and to talk freely with other COs. During the war, apparently many a war patrol debrief took place in this space. It is still today restricted to COs only, and the decor is still the decor in use during WWII, with those submarines emblems, mugs, and other artifacts…
Sadly, no pictures are allowed, but I’m thankful I got the chance to at least see it, and to be honest, a chill went down my spine to just be able to walk through that door… That is truly a room, that if the walls could talk, could surely tell stories of good men, great heroism and the stress of leading men in combat.
Nothing sucks more than that moment during an argument when you realize you’re wrong.
Ah yes, the DOH moment…I totally take back all those times I didn’t want to nap when I was younger.
There is great need for a sarcasm font.
How the hell are you supposed to fold a fitted sheet?
Wad the sumbitch up and throw it in the BACK of the drawer…Was learning cursive really necessary?
Map Quest really needs to start their directions on # 5. I’m pretty sure I know how to get out of my neighborhood.
It’s even MORE interesting when it’s not the route you actually take (when there is ONLY one actual exit).Obituaries would be a lot more interesting if they told you how the person died. Or not, depends on your level of paranoia…
I can’t remember the last time I wasn’t at least kind of tired.
Bad decisions make good stories.
But ONLY if you survive…You never know when it will strike, but there comes a moment at work when you know that you just aren’t going to do anything productive for the rest of the day.
Usually about 0830.Can we all just agree to ignore whatever comes after Blu Ray? I don’t want to have to restart my collection…again.
Not gonna, hell I never bought Blu Ray…I’m always slightly terrified when I exit out of Word and it asks me if I want to save any changes to my ten-page technical report that I swear I did not make any changes to.
Still better than Word Perfect!I keep some people’s phone numbers in my phone just so I know not to answer when they call.
Yep, I ‘know’ a few folks are doing that… LOLI think the freezer deserves a light as well.
Never thought about that one…I disagree with Kay Jewelers. I would bet on any given Friday or Saturday night more kisses begin with Miller Lite than Kay.
Oh yeah, they ‘might’ end up at Kay’s but they didn’t “start” there…I wish Google Maps had an “Avoid Ghetto” routing option.
Yep…I have a hard time deciphering the fine line between boredom and hunger.
Boredom wins 3 out of 5!How many times is it appropriate to say “What?” before you just nod and smile because you still didn’t hear or understand a word they said?
Eh???I love the sense of camaraderie when an entire line of cars team up to prevent a jerk from cutting in at the front. Stay strong, brothers and sisters!
Even better when you get two Semis that are pissed at the traffic and block BOTH lanes! 🙂Shirts get dirty. Underwear gets dirty. Pants? Pants never get dirty, and you can wear them forever.
Or until the stain becomes so obvious even YOU notice it…Sometimes I’ll look down at my watch 3 consecutive times and still not know what time it is.
That means it’s time to change the battery!Even under ideal conditions people have trouble locating their car keys in a pocket, finding their cell phone, and Pinning the Tail on the Donkey – but I’d bet everyone can find and push the snooze button from 3 feet away, in about 1.7 seconds, eyes closed, first time, every time!
I can do it from 7 feet… 🙂The first testicular guard, the “Cup,” was used in Hockey in 1874 and the first helmet was used in 1974.That means it only took 100 years for men to realize that their brain is also important.
It’s hockey, what do you expect… sigh…
And he sat around the Legion,
Telling stories of the past.
And the deeds that he had done,
In his exploits with his buddies;
They were heroes, every one.
His tales became a joke,
All his buddies listened quietly
For they knew whereof he spoke.
For old Bob has passed away,
And the world’s a little poorer
For a Soldier died today.
He won’t be mourned by many,
Just his children and his wife.
For he lived an ordinary,
Very quiet sort of life.
Going quietly on his way;
And the world won’t note his passing,
‘Tho a Soldier died today.
Their bodies lie in state,
While thousands note their passing,
And proclaim that they were great.
From the time that they were young
But the passing of a Soldier
Goes unnoticed, and unsung.
To the welfare of our land,
Someone who breaks his promise
And cons his fellow man?
Who in times of war and strife,
Goes off to serve his country
And offers up his life?
And the style in which he lives,
Are often disproportionate,
To the service that he gives.
Who offered up his all,
Is paid off with a medal
And perhaps a pension, small.
With their compromise and ploys,
Who won for us the freedom
That our country now enjoys.
With your enemies at hand,
Would you really want some cop-out,
With his ever waffling stand?
His home, his country, his kin,
Just a common Soldier,
Who would fight until the end?
And his ranks are growing thin,
But his presence should remind us
We may need his like again.
We find the Soldier’s part
Is to clean up all the troubles
That the politicians start.
While he’s here to hear the praise,
Then at least let’s give him homage
At the ending of his days.
In the paper that might say: