Today is Veterans Day.
Take time to thank those that served.
As for myself, I will do what I have done on every Veterans Day since I ETS’ed out over 50 years ago.
I’m going to work.
- Jackie S
- 11-11-2021, 03:35 AM
- oeb11
- 11-11-2021, 06:42 AM
Amen - JS
Thank You for this post
And Thank you and God Bless to all our Police, Military, and Veterans who serve adn protect Americans and our Freedoms!!!!!
Thank You for this post
And Thank you and God Bless to all our Police, Military, and Veterans who serve adn protect Americans and our Freedoms!!!!!
- oeb11
- 11-11-2021, 04:27 PM
Telling - Not One 'Liberal' democraticommunist has One word to say for teh Military, Police, Firepersons, EMT's and other persons of All Races who are dedicated to protecting All Americans.
even those democraticommunists who despise them
And think they can do better without them
we should let the democrticommunists do without the services of those they HATE!
- Alyssa XOXO
- 11-12-2021, 05:54 PM
I'm a day late and a dollar short... BUT, this was a very thoughtful thread OP! I'm certain that it was very much appreciated and I'm sorry that you had to work.
Stay Grateful Folks!
Stay Grateful Folks!
- bambino
- 11-12-2021, 06:02 PM
- winn dixie
- 11-12-2021, 07:23 PM
Yes she is! Plus shes a Republican! 
- Yssup Rider
- 11-12-2021, 08:11 PM
Thanks to all for your service.
And thanks for the wishes, fellow Americans. It’s been 49 years for me.
And thanks for the wishes, fellow Americans. It’s been 49 years for me.
- Jackie S
- 11-12-2021, 08:35 PM
- Jackie S
- 11-12-2021, 08:42 PM
I'm a day late and a dollar short... BUT, this was a very thoughtful thread OP! I'm certain that it was very much appreciated and I'm sorry that you had to work.Hey girl, truth is, it’s just another day. I know it shouldn’t be, but that’s just the way it is.
Stay Grateful Folks!
- Yssup Rider
- 11-12-2021, 08:44 PM
- ICU 812
- 11-13-2021, 07:41 AM
Roy Pruitt
Back in the late 1980s, I went to an awards banquet with my wife, for a high school where she was a teacher. Other couples at our table had one or the other spouse working at the school. I met the man to my left. He didn't teach there either and we talked. His name was Roy Pruett. Older than I and, I think, an engineer. At that time, I was working at a major Veteran's hospital and had daily contact with vets from every service and every war since 1941. Turns out, Roy had been a Marine in the Pacific during WW-II. Somehow, we got to talking about his experience during the Solomon Campaign.
Along the way I asked what weapons he preferred, Garand, Carbine etc. He told me his unit had been issued the Johnson Rifle and absently pantomimed how the barrel would come off to make it small enough to jump with . . .he had been in the Marine parachute regiment. And then, in the middle of the general conversation, teacher's shop-talk and eating going on all around us . . . . he went far away-and-long-ago . . . . to describe a jungle fire fight at night. Between rushes the Japanese were chanting "Mah-Reen-Too-Night-You-Die!". Backed up to a beach and they were low on ammo and it looked bad. Another charge came with shouting. It was just shooting back at muzzle flashes and grappling in the dark he said.
Then his Johnson gun got something up the barrel. The next shot burst the barrel short in front of the fore end, with the rest hanging by a splinter of metal. "I just banged it against a stump and broke it off. It looked like a sort of star out front." he said gesturing with his fingers. "It still shot OK, but who knows where the bullets went?" And then he was empty and out . . .and there was another lull. I stopped eating so as not to disturbe this flow of memory.
Roy went on to say that an officer had called for a Higgins Boat to come in for their wounded. It showed up, but the Cox'n wouldn't bring it in because he was attracting some fire. Roy said the Lieutenant stripped down and swam out to the boat with a .45 in his teeth . . .and threatened to blow the boat driver's brains out if he didn't bring it in. The boat did come in and the Lt. gave Roy the job of holding the Cox'n at gunpoint. "There I stood looking like a pirate with that deadly looking empty gun!" he said . . . till the wounded were loaded and taken off. And then . . .
Desert came with coffee, and the spell was broken. I never got any of that verified in any way or clarified either (as in; "Gee-wiz Roy, what happened NEXT?"). I give it credence in my heart as I saw his eyes and heard him speak it. Later on I found out that Roy had also been in the fighting for Iwo Jima.
I never saw Roy again. He died a few months later from having lived a long, full life. There were other award dinners, but Roy was gone.
Thanks Roy
Back in the late 1980s, I went to an awards banquet with my wife, for a high school where she was a teacher. Other couples at our table had one or the other spouse working at the school. I met the man to my left. He didn't teach there either and we talked. His name was Roy Pruett. Older than I and, I think, an engineer. At that time, I was working at a major Veteran's hospital and had daily contact with vets from every service and every war since 1941. Turns out, Roy had been a Marine in the Pacific during WW-II. Somehow, we got to talking about his experience during the Solomon Campaign.
Along the way I asked what weapons he preferred, Garand, Carbine etc. He told me his unit had been issued the Johnson Rifle and absently pantomimed how the barrel would come off to make it small enough to jump with . . .he had been in the Marine parachute regiment. And then, in the middle of the general conversation, teacher's shop-talk and eating going on all around us . . . . he went far away-and-long-ago . . . . to describe a jungle fire fight at night. Between rushes the Japanese were chanting "Mah-Reen-Too-Night-You-Die!". Backed up to a beach and they were low on ammo and it looked bad. Another charge came with shouting. It was just shooting back at muzzle flashes and grappling in the dark he said.
Then his Johnson gun got something up the barrel. The next shot burst the barrel short in front of the fore end, with the rest hanging by a splinter of metal. "I just banged it against a stump and broke it off. It looked like a sort of star out front." he said gesturing with his fingers. "It still shot OK, but who knows where the bullets went?" And then he was empty and out . . .and there was another lull. I stopped eating so as not to disturbe this flow of memory.
Roy went on to say that an officer had called for a Higgins Boat to come in for their wounded. It showed up, but the Cox'n wouldn't bring it in because he was attracting some fire. Roy said the Lieutenant stripped down and swam out to the boat with a .45 in his teeth . . .and threatened to blow the boat driver's brains out if he didn't bring it in. The boat did come in and the Lt. gave Roy the job of holding the Cox'n at gunpoint. "There I stood looking like a pirate with that deadly looking empty gun!" he said . . . till the wounded were loaded and taken off. And then . . .
Desert came with coffee, and the spell was broken. I never got any of that verified in any way or clarified either (as in; "Gee-wiz Roy, what happened NEXT?"). I give it credence in my heart as I saw his eyes and heard him speak it. Later on I found out that Roy had also been in the fighting for Iwo Jima.
I never saw Roy again. He died a few months later from having lived a long, full life. There were other award dinners, but Roy was gone.
Thanks Roy
- oeb11
- 11-13-2021, 07:43 AM
Thank you for teh memory - good Sir!
- matchingmole
- 11-13-2021, 08:49 PM
- bb1961
- 11-13-2021, 08:59 PM
^^^^You can shit on any thread with you TDS...
- matchingmole
- 11-13-2021, 09:14 PM