Wednesday, January 7, 2015
How Soon....
... until we see an attack here, like the one in France?
You reap what you sow. Keep allowing them in.
Tuesday, January 6, 2015
Monday, January 5, 2015
Incredible WWII Story: "he left in a P-51 Mustang and came back in a German FW-190"
After carrying it [the chicken] for several days, 20-year-old
Bruce Carr still hadn't decided how to cook it without the Germans catching
him. But, as hungry as he was, he couldn't bring himself to
eat it. In his mind, no meat was better than raw meat, so he
threw it away. Resigning himself to what appeared to be
his unavoidable fate, he turned in the direction of the
nearest German airfield. Even POW's get to eat. Sometimes.
And they aren't constantly dodging from tree to tree, ditch to culvert.
And he was exhausted.
He
was tired of trying to find cover where there was none. Carr hadn't
realized that Czechoslovakian forests had no underbrush until, at the edge of
the farm field,struggling out of his parachute he dragged it into the
woods. During the times he had been screaming along at
tree top level in his P-51 "Angels Playmate" the forests and fields
had been nothing more than a green blur behind the Messerchmitts, Focke-Wulfs,
trains and trucks he had in his sights. He never expected to find himself
a pedestrian far behind enemy lines. The instant antiaircraft shrapnel ripped
into the engine, he knew he was in trouble.
Serious trouble.
He was tired of trying to find cover where there was none. Carr hadn't realized that Czechoslovakian forests had no underbrush until, at the edge of the farm field,struggling out of his parachute he dragged it into the woods. During the times he had been screaming along at tree top level in his P-51 "Angels Playmate" the forests and fields had been nothing more than a green blur behind the Messerchmitts, Focke-Wulfs, trains and trucks he had in his sights. He never expected to find himself a pedestrian far behind enemy lines. The instant antiaircraft shrapnel ripped into the engine, he knew he was in trouble.
Sunday, January 4, 2015
Friday, January 2, 2015
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