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Posted January 01, 2013 - 08:29 PM
That picture of the kids in the turret is really cool. We had something like this at our junior high in 1985. The National Guard had brought an M551 Sheridan on a flatbed truck. They opened the driver's hatch so we could sit in it for a minute. I discovered how the seat back folded down, and I did so and climbed into the fighting compartment. The hatches were welded shut, so I was the first one to figure out how to get back there. Suffice it to say I wasn't the last.
Posted February 19, 2013 - 04:28 AM
Watching training exercises in UK.
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Posted April 01, 2013 - 04:41 PM
the photos are great just looking at the faces of those innocent children makes me think at least we did the right thing invading nazi held europe
Posted June 23, 2013 - 07:36 PM
My father was born in Helsinki, Finland in 1935. In 1939 the Soviets attacked Finland over land claims in what was to become known as 'The Winter War' or 'Talvisota' to the Finns. My grandfather picked up his rifle and went to defend his country and I believe he participated in the Suomussalmi action. He survived.
My father saw his city bombed from the air and passed by a cinema that had received a direct hit from a Soviet bomb. The cinema had been full of kids. He told me the blood ran in the gutter like a creek, there were bodies and the smell made him vomit. He was four years old. He also spoke of being strafed by a Soviet aircraft during the so-called 'Continuation War' when it was decided to aid the Germans in a bid to get back the territory lost in the Winter War.
He seldom spoke of these things. He had PTSD from an early age and because of that he drank...it was only when he was drunk (which was often) that I could get any stories from him, they always ended in his tears and when I wised up and gained some maturity I stopped asking. My father was drunk pretty much from as far back as I can remember and my parents' marriage was not a happy one. The war destroyed him...he was a sensitive person and I believe what he saw broke his heart. His alcoholism caused him to stop working at the age of forty. Then he got drunk and stayed that way for 32 years...he died in 2006.
Posted June 26, 2013 - 11:48 PM
The shot of the medics helping those two kids is gives a hint of what "children and war" so often ends up being. And as Geek just said, the effects can last a very long time, bringing the war to others for decades to follow. I also think of the multitude of child soldiers fighting at this present moment in various parts of the world, and of the kids trying to grow up in the middle east. I'm most thankful my four are growing up in AUstralia, and I hope they can be part of making things better for others in the future.
Why is patience a virtue? Why can't "hurry the f*** up" be a virtue?
Posted April 05, 2014 - 01:58 PM
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