Dan said:Went from hippy to patriot.
Don't know about all of you but have a belief you guys are pretty good people. I probably say to many times that I am a retired Navy man. I was not a SEAL or anything like that but I did spend nearly three decades in the Navy and had a chance to meet some great Americans.
Among them were some truly great people and along the way some SEALs. Those guys are as bad ass as you hear about. They are also some of the humblest, greatest people you'd ever meet. Their initiation into the world of SEALs is pretty much much like any other Special Forces group except harder.
Man, I'm Navy. Don't expect me to humble this part. NAVY rules! Best aviators, best Special Warfare ops guys, best aviation mechs and techs, Sailors and ship drivers!
Sometimes I imagine what my life would have been like if I had pursued a military career. And then I take a look in the mirror and break into hysterical laughter. I need sympathy if I stub my toe.
You might be surprised. The military can bring out the best in you and not everyone is an airborn ranger.
There is every job under the sun and there was probably something that you could have done well at and enjoyed.
Military friends are different than any other friends you would ever have.
Too True! Retired from Submarines, best damn job I ever had. I didn't marry or have children until after I retired though because I saw all too often how that life tore up many families.
I have friends that are Seals, Rangers and other Spec. Forces - their all nuts but very good people! Submarine community is a small community and so it is very tight, it's sometimes closer than family.
Go Navy!
I heard a funny statistic somewhere that the Mall of America in MN has more submarines than the Canadian Navy. I cannot personally confirm this.
I think I am dealing with a zombie mouse because I cannot find the bugger. No no I have not gave up yet I just need to up my game I think![]()
I think I am dealing with a zombie mouse because I cannot find the bugger. No no I have not gave up yet I just need to up my game I think![]()
I remember many years ago, mid 80's probably, when I was young and poor and lived in a POS house was so bad that the wind outside would blow the inside curtains around.
I had mice. Imagine that. Lived out in the trees, had a comparatively warm environment and enough gaps in the walls for the wind to come through and had mice.
I use to sit there with a beer ( when I could afford it) and put the dogs food in the middle of the kitchen floor.
When a mouse would come to take it, I would shoot at it with my BB gun.
What can I say, it was cheap entertainment and I was so broke that my only non essential spending was thursday nights one of the bars had 5 beers for a buck so I would walk the couple miles to the bar, spend about three bucks then walk home.
Dang. A mouse crawled into my storeroom and died. Now it is stinking bad and I have a ton of stuff to move just to find it if I can.
Dan said:We have a mice problem at work. The base exterminator gives us those little boxes with the sticky stuff in them. Poor little mouse walks in, gets stuck and starves to death unless you remember to check them daily and then you can smash them with the heel of your boot. Sometimes forget to check the traps and a mouse gets caught, dies and rots. The putrid smell reminds you. Nasty.
True story, when I was a kid I put on a winter boot that had been sitting in the boiler room for half a year. My foot went into a boot full of sunflower seeds.
Mouse made a cache from the birdfeeder.