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UkrainianGuy

05-11-2008, 10:14 PM

.. For those serving and for those who have served.

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UkrainianGuy

05-11-2008, 10:15 PM

UkrainianGuy

05-11-2008, 10:17 PM

UkrainianGuy

05-11-2008, 10:17 PM

UkrainianGuy

05-11-2008, 10:21 PM

UkrainianGuy

05-11-2008, 10:22 PM

this one gets me everytime i read it...

The Night Before Christmas

T'was the night before Christmas,
He lived all alone,
In a one bedroom house,
Made of plaster and stone.
I had come down the chimney,
With presents to give,
And to see just who,
In this home did live.

I looked all about,
A strange sight I did see,
No tinsel, no presents,
Not even a tree.

No stocking by the mantle,
Just boots filled with sand,
On the wall hung pictures,
Of far distant lands.

With medals and badges,
Awards of all kinds,
A sober thought,
Came through my mind.

For this house was different,
It was dark and dreary,
I found the home of a soldier,
Once I could see clearly.

The soldier lay sleeping,
Silent, alone,
Curled up on the floor,
In this one bedroom home.

The face was so gentle,
The room in such disorder,
Not how I pictured,
A Canadian soldier.

Was this the hero,
Of whom I'd just read?,
Curled up on a poncho,
The floor for a bed?

I realized the families,
That I saw this night,
Owed their lives to these soldiers,
Who were willing to fight.

Soon round the world,
The children would play,
And grownups would celebrate,
A bright Christmas Day.

They all enjoyed freedom,
Each month of the year,
Because of the soldiers,
Like the one lying here.

I couldn't help wonder,
How many lay alone,
On a cold Christmas Eve,
In a land far from home.

The very thought brought
A tear to my eye,
I dropped to my knees,
And started to cry.

The soldier awakened,
And I heard a rough voice,
'Santa, don't cry.
This life is my choice.

I fight for freedom,
I don't ask for more,
My life is my God,
My country, my corps.'

The soldier rolled over,
And drifted to sleep,
I couldn't control it,
I continued to weep.

I kept watch for hours,
So silent and still,
And we both shivered,
From the cold night's chill.

I didn't want to leave,
On that cold, dark night,
This guardian of honour,
So willing to fight.

Then the soldier rolled over,
With a voice, soft and pure,
Whispered, 'Carry on Santa,
It's Christmas Day, all is secure.'

One look at my watch,
And I knew he was right,
'Merry Christmas my friend,
And to all a good night.'

UkrainianGuy

05-11-2008, 10:25 PM

UkrainianGuy

05-11-2008, 10:26 PM

UkrainianGuy

05-11-2008, 10:33 PM

Amoral

05-11-2008, 10:48 PM

Seth

06-11-2008, 01:03 AM

Thanks for the thread. With all the anti-war movements, we sometime feel like we're working against the population, but every single act of support I see makes me feel like my job does a difference and negates the effects of the last 20 anti-militarism comments I heard. I'm taking some credit for my contribution, but mine is nothing compared to the ones of members serving overseas. To my friends and coworkers currently risking their lives to make this planet a better place, thank you!

UkrainianGuy

06-11-2008, 01:47 AM

Feel free to post some pics if ya got .. gear, barricks, troops, etc... like to get a glimpse

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UkrainianGuy

06-11-2008, 01:49 AM

Top this for a speeding ticket

Two California Highway Patrol Officers were conducting speeding
enforcement on I-15, just north of the Marine Corps Air Station at
Miramar. One of the officers was using a hand held radar device to check
speeding vehicles approaching the crest of a hill.

The officers were suddenly surprised when the radar gun began reading 300
miles per hour. The officer attempted to reset the radar gun, but it would
not reset and then turned off.

Just then a deafening roar over the treetops revealed that the radar had
in fact locked on to a USMC F/A-18 Hornet which was engaged in a low
flying exercise near the location.

Back at the CHP Headquarters the Patrol Captain fired off a complaint to
the USMC Base Commander. The reply came back in true USMC style:

----------------------------------------------------
Thank you for your letter. We can now complete the file on this incident.
You may be interested to know that the tactical computer in the Hornet had
detected the presence of, and subsequently locked on to, your hostile
radar equipment and automatically sent a jamming signal back to it, which
is why it shut down.

Furthermore, an Air-to-Ground missile aboard the fully armed aircraft had
also automatically locked on to your equipment location.

Fortunately, the Marine Pilot flying the Hornet recognized the situation
for what it was, quickly responded to the missile system alert status and
was able to override the automated defense system before the missile was
launched to destroy the hostile radar position.

The pilot also suggests you cover your mouths when cussing at them, since
the video systems on these jets are very high tech. Sergeant Johnson, the
officer holding the radar gun, should get his dentist to check hi s left
rear molar. It appears the filling is loose. Also, the snap is broken on
his holster.

Thank you for your concern. Semper Fi

UkrainianGuy

06-11-2008, 01:52 PM

UkrainianGuy

06-11-2008, 05:43 PM

Seth

06-11-2008, 11:10 PM

On a lighter note: weeks of practice and inspections before a parade.. and a single second to ruin everything!

turboturist

07-11-2008, 04:21 PM

Sorry it was a repost

UkrainianGuy

08-11-2008, 07:21 PM

UkrainianGuy

08-11-2008, 07:25 PM

UkrainianGuy

10-11-2008, 12:34 AM

:beer

UkrainianGuy

10-11-2008, 12:37 AM

:flagC:flagC

Seth

10-11-2008, 02:50 PM

^ wow...

BAM

10-11-2008, 09:44 PM

Does it come with a flame thrower?

natenator

11-11-2008, 09:06 AM

Two words: Thank you.

natenator

11-11-2008, 09:52 AM

Brothers in Arms: Dire Straits

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Seth

11-11-2008, 11:55 AM

I just came back from the ceremony, and I'm pretty disappointed. Having spent my last posting in Kingston, I'm used to seeing a lot of veterans and civilians show up for rememberance, but in my new unit they're holding the parade in the restricted part of the base... Then again if we held it outside we'd be by ourselves too. We get so little support from the quebecers

UkrainianGuy

11-11-2008, 04:38 PM

thats shame... brings a tear to my eye when i think of the sacrifice our soldiers make

Seth

11-11-2008, 06:00 PM

this bring tears to my eyes

macka

11-11-2008, 06:30 PM

A big thanks to all my friends in A'stan, keep up the good fight. After all these years, its good to know people still say thanks, I was at the cenotaph today and was the only UN vet here, and was asked to lay the wreath for the local legion, I was honoured.

UkrainianGuy

12-11-2008, 12:30 AM

UkrainianGuy

12-11-2008, 12:30 AM

UkrainianGuy

12-11-2008, 12:41 AM

:greet

UkrainianGuy

12-11-2008, 12:42 AM

:beer

liquidfire

12-11-2008, 12:53 AM

I will never forget.

UkrainianGuy

14-11-2008, 02:31 AM

Seth

14-11-2008, 09:44 AM

When you leave Canada, they take that Hero picture. Its part of the deployment preparation. You always think "yeah, like they're ever going to need that picture" I just realized seeing that video that those guys probably thought the same thing...

natenator

14-11-2008, 10:48 AM

When you leave Canada, they take that Hero picture. Its part of the deployment preparation. You always think "yeah, like they're ever going to need that picture" I just realized seeing that video that those guys probably thought the same thing...
Dude... thank you for all that you do.

It's odd watching that video. I have a really good friend here in Ottawa who wants to go to Afghanistan as part of this task force to help instill Government policies, etc over there. She is a civvy and Government employee. She wants to go but is mainly making her decision based on the finacial compensation.

I'm keeping my mouth shut on her decision bcause as a friend that is what you do: support your friends and family and the people you love. But it's killing me inside because her decision is based on a financial one whereas you (seth) and those who serve our country in uniform don't do it for the money. They do it for reason and purpose. A belief that what we have is worth fighting for and that helping means more than taking.

Argh!

UkrainianGuy

18-12-2008, 11:49 PM

CHRISTMAS AT ARLINGTON CEMETERY

I wonder why the press hasn't enlightened the public about it??

Arlington National Cemetery

Rest easy, sleep well my brothers.
Know the line has held, your job is done.
Rest easy, sleep well.
Others have taken up where you fell, the line has held.
Peace, peace, and farewell...

Readers may be interested to know that these wreaths -- some 5,000 -- are donated by the Worcester Wreath Co. of Harrington,Maine. The owner, Merrill Worcester, not only provides the wreaths, but covers the trucking expense as well. He's done this since 1992. A wonderful guy. Also, most years, groups of Maine school kids combine an educational trip to DC with this event to help out. Making this even more remarkable is the fact that Harrington is in one the poorest parts of the state.

UkrainianGuy

18-12-2008, 11:52 PM

this one gets me everytime i read it...

The Night Before Christmas

T'was the night before Christmas,
He lived all alone,
In a one bedroom house,
Made of plaster and stone.
I had come down the chimney,
With presents to give,
And to see just who,
In this home did live.

I looked all about,
A strange sight I did see,
No tinsel, no presents,
Not even a tree.

No stocking by the mantle,
Just boots filled with sand,
On the wall hung pictures,
Of far distant lands.

With medals and badges,
Awards of all kinds,
A sober thought,
Came through my mind.

For this house was different,
It was dark and dreary,
I found the home of a soldier,
Once I could see clearly.

The soldier lay sleeping,
Silent, alone,
Curled up on the floor,
In this one bedroom home.

The face was so gentle,
The room in such disorder,
Not how I pictured,
A Canadian soldier.

Was this the hero,
Of whom I'd just read?,
Curled up on a poncho,
The floor for a bed?

I realized the families,
That I saw this night,
Owed their lives to these soldiers,
Who were willing to fight.

Soon round the world,
The children would play,
And grownups would celebrate,
A bright Christmas Day.

They all enjoyed freedom,
Each month of the year,
Because of the soldiers,
Like the one lying here.

I couldn't help wonder,
How many lay alone,
On a cold Christmas Eve,
In a land far from home.

The very thought brought
A tear to my eye,
I dropped to my knees,
And started to cry.

The soldier awakened,
And I heard a rough voice,
'Santa, don't cry.
This life is my choice.

I fight for freedom,
I don't ask for more,
My life is my God,
My country, my corps.'

The soldier rolled over,
And drifted to sleep,
I couldn't control it,
I continued to weep.

I kept watch for hours,
So silent and still,
And we both shivered,
From the cold night's chill.

I didn't want to leave,
On that cold, dark night,
This guardian of honour,
So willing to fight.

Then the soldier rolled over,
With a voice, soft and pure,
Whispered, 'Carry on Santa,
It's Christmas Day, all is secure.'

One look at my watch,
And I knew he was right,
'Merry Christmas my friend,
And to all a good night.'

............got something in my eye

UkrainianGuy

30-04-2009, 07:13 PM

turboturist

30-04-2009, 10:50 PM

Thanks for bumping this man, we need to take more days and time to remember than just a single day a year.

UkrainianGuy

30-04-2009, 11:12 PM

i agree :cool:

UkrainianGuy

14-05-2009, 05:40 PM

UkrainianGuy

14-05-2009, 05:40 PM

UkrainianGuy

14-05-2009, 05:41 PM

UkrainianGuy

14-05-2009, 05:41 PM

UkrainianGuy

09-06-2009, 07:52 PM

turboturist

09-06-2009, 10:55 PM

Hey UG where do you get the Coaches Corner vids? Cheery had a good one on tonights game. I love how he is not ashamed to show emotion when supporting our troops.

RIP to all who have made the ultimate sacrifice for us!!

http://www.cbc.ca/sports/hockey/hockeynightincanada/coachscorner/ Look for June 9th

Cant find anything on You tube yet.

marino

09-06-2009, 11:09 PM

[QUOTE=turboturist;204548]Hey UG where do you get the Coaches Corner vids? Cheery had a good one on tonights game. I love how he is not ashamed to show emotion when supporting our troops.

RIP to all who have made the ultimate sacrifice for us!!

thats why i love him Support our Troops

UkrainianGuy

10-06-2009, 09:53 PM

hit you tube for new vids of Don, however in the playoffs he hasnt done the tributes as often. The good ones however i will post here

turboturist

09-11-2010, 07:28 PM

Man I cant believe its been this long since I posted in this thread......

RIP.

turboturist

09-11-2010, 07:50 PM

http://www.cbc.ca/video/#/Sports/CBC%27s_Hockey_Night_in_Canada/Coach%27s_Corner/1239402029/ID=1635676361

cog

09-11-2010, 09:44 PM

My cousin lost his oldest son in July in Afghanistan.He is still off work.

Felinecougar

10-11-2010, 12:24 AM

My father..WW2.

cog

10-11-2010, 08:31 PM

Grandfather went to WWII at age 37.Grandmother worked in a factory making munitions.

BMac

11-11-2010, 02:49 AM

http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1139.snc4/148182_509386954020_171900087_30369386_1305649_n.j pg

turboturist

11-11-2010, 05:17 AM

http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1139.snc4/148182_509386954020_171900087_30369386_1305649_n.j pg

You take this? If so can I post it elsewhere?

BMac

11-11-2010, 09:18 PM

I didn't take it, but feel free to post it elseware, it's been circulating via facebook

Praetorian

12-11-2010, 09:27 PM

this one gets me everytime i read it...

The Night Before Christmas

T'was the night before Christmas,
He lived all alone,
In a one bedroom house,
Made of plaster and stone.
I had come down the chimney,
With presents to give,
And to see just who,
In this home did live.

I looked all about,
A strange sight I did see,
No tinsel, no presents,
Not even a tree.

No stocking by the mantle,
Just boots filled with sand,
On the wall hung pictures,
Of far distant lands.

With medals and badges,
Awards of all kinds,
A sober thought,
Came through my mind.

For this house was different,
It was dark and dreary,
I found the home of a soldier,
Once I could see clearly.

The soldier lay sleeping,
Silent, alone,
Curled up on the floor,
In this one bedroom home.

The face was so gentle,
The room in such disorder,
Not how I pictured,
A Canadian soldier.

Was this the hero,
Of whom I'd just read?,
Curled up on a poncho,
The floor for a bed?

I realized the families,
That I saw this night,
Owed their lives to these soldiers,
Who were willing to fight.

Soon round the world,
The children would play,
And grownups would celebrate,
A bright Christmas Day.

They all enjoyed freedom,
Each month of the year,
Because of the soldiers,
Like the one lying here.

I couldn't help wonder,
How many lay alone,
On a cold Christmas Eve,
In a land far from home.

The very thought brought
A tear to my eye,
I dropped to my knees,
And started to cry.

The soldier awakened,
And I heard a rough voice,
'Santa, don't cry.
This life is my choice.

I fight for freedom,
I don't ask for more,
My life is my God,
My country, my corps.'

The soldier rolled over,
And drifted to sleep,
I couldn't control it,
I continued to weep.

I kept watch for hours,
So silent and still,
And we both shivered,
From the cold night's chill.

I didn't want to leave,
On that cold, dark night,
This guardian of honour,
So willing to fight.

Then the soldier rolled over,
With a voice, soft and pure,
Whispered, 'Carry on Santa,
It's Christmas Day, all is secure.'

One look at my watch,
And I knew he was right,
'Merry Christmas my friend,
And to all a good night.'

Great post brother!!!
P

turboturist

13-11-2010, 12:47 PM

Not sure if it true but I liked the point behind it.

Back in September, on the first day of school, Martha Cothren, a social studies school teacher at Robinson High School , did something not to be forgotten. On the first day of school, with the permission of the school superintendent, the principal and the building supervisor, she removed all of the desks out of her classroom.

When the first period kids entered the room they discovered that there were no desks.

'Ms.. Cothren, where're our desks?'

She replied, 'You can't have a desk until you tell me how you earn the right to sit at a desk.'

They thought, 'Well, maybe it's our grades.'

'No,' she said.

'Maybe it's our behavior.'

She told them, 'No, it's not even your behavior.'

And so, they came and went, the first period, second period, third period. Still no desks in the classroom.

By early afternoon television news crews had started gathering in Ms.Cothren's classroom to report about this crazy teacher who had taken all the desks out of her room.

The final period of the day came and as the puzzled students found seats on the floor of the deskless classroom, Martha Cothren said, 'Throughout the day no one has been able to tell me just what he/she has done to earn the right to sit at the desks that are ordinarily found in this classroom. Now I am going to tell you.'

At this point, Martha Cothren went over to the door of her classroom and opened it.

Twenty-seven (27) War Veterans, all in uniforms, walked into that classroom, each one carrying a school desk. The Vets began placing the school desks in rows, and then they would walk over and stand alongside the wall... By the time the last soldier had set the final desk in place those kids started to understand, perhaps for the first time in their lives, just how the right to sit at those desks had been earned..

Martha said, 'You didn't earn the right to sit at these desks. These heroes did it for you. They placed the desks here for you. Now, it's up to you to sit in them. It is your responsibility to learn, to be good students, to be good citizens. They paid the price so that you could have the freedom to get an education.

macka

14-11-2010, 11:39 AM

Thinking of our little Brown buddy in the sandbox.