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Plowing straight ahead come what may |
Interesting and sobering at the same time... Link to original video: https://youtu.be/mreBTDZ19mE ******************************************************** "we've gotta roll with the punches, learn to play all of our hunches Making the best of what ever comes our way Forget that blind ambition and learn to trust your intuition Plowing straight ahead come what may And theres a cowboy in the jungle" Jimmy Buffet | ||
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Fascinating. The informal presentation of the artifacts brings a certain realness to the exhibit. As Americans it's easy minimize in one's mind the scale of the conflict. Imagine unearthing 100 year old war artifacts within three miles of your home. It's global history literally buried in one's own back yard. Thank you for posting. | |||
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E tan e epi tas |
June 6th always makes me Introspective (I know it’s WWII but same sentiments). I realize how tough, how courageous a bunch of literal kids were and it makes me a little sad that I am NOTHING like those people. I don’t have an once of their fortitude. Point is there are folks who walked and frankly walk into hell today for no compensation, no fame and with no hesitation. It’s a sobering thought when you are bitching about being stuck in traffic or scared of a storm or complaining about any number of bullshit things we all complain about. "Guns are tools. The only weapon ever created was man." | |||
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half-genius, half-wit |
In 1999 a mini-bus load of us from my unit made a pilgrimage to the Somme, mainly so that I could visit my grandfather, buried near Peronne, and since we had our American exchange officer with us, we dropped off at Bony American Cemetery, not far from St Quentin. We were shown around by the OiC, a US Ranger [so was our XO]. As we drove past the fileds, the edges were often piled high with munition awaiting collection and disposal by the French EOD teams. The very next day a farmer, who may have been the very one who waved us on a a crossroads nearby, and his little son who was riding the tractor with him, were blown pieces by a large shell that their plough had excavated. | |||
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