Lt Dave,
The National Science Foundation announced the following study results on U.S. military recreation preferences:
1. Sport of choice for Marines: bowling.
2. Sport of choice for Sailors: football.
3. Sport of choice for Soldiers: baseball.
4. Sport of choice for Coast Guardsmen: tennis.
5. Sport of choice for Airmen: golf.
Notice how the farther down the list you go, the smaller their balls get.
Yup......I s'pose I shouldn't argue with the old Gunney....heh
Wollf
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Happy Birfday.........
To The Few, The Proud.....The Marines........
Wollf will be tipping a few with The Old Breed this evening at Corrigan's in Thousand Oaks.....Come on down if you're in the neighborhood.
Semper Fi, Dad, Brother, Niece and Nephew, Grand and Great Grand Fathers.
Wollf
VIA MIKE THE MARINE
Wollf will be tipping a few with The Old Breed this evening at Corrigan's in Thousand Oaks.....Come on down if you're in the neighborhood.
Semper Fi, Dad, Brother, Niece and Nephew, Grand and Great Grand Fathers.
Wollf
VIA MIKE THE MARINE
Monday, November 9, 2009
Well, the Bill got by by the House.......
But I was wondering.......
While discussing the upcoming Universal Health Care Program with my Loving Spousal Unit the other day, I think we have found the solution.
I am sure you have heard the ideas that if you're a senior you need to suck it up and give up the idea that you need any health care.
A new hip? Unheard of.
We simply can't afford to take care of you anymore.
You don't need any medications for your high blood pressure, diabetes, heart problems, etc. Let's take care of the young people. After all, they will be ruling the world very soon.
So here is the solution..........
When you turn 70, you get a gun and 3 bullets. You are allowed to shoot one senator and 2 representatives.
Of course, you will be sent to prison where you will get 3 meals a day, a roof over your head and all the health care you need!
New teeth, great!
Need glasses, no problem!
New hip, knee, kidney, lung, heart? Well, bring it on.
And who will be paying for all of this?
The same government that just told you that you are too old for health care. And, since you are a prisoner, you don't have to pay any income tax.
H/T Denny.....how friggin' great that would be.....
*Oh....Give $$ to the Marines!!*
Wollf
While discussing the upcoming Universal Health Care Program with my Loving Spousal Unit the other day, I think we have found the solution.
I am sure you have heard the ideas that if you're a senior you need to suck it up and give up the idea that you need any health care.
A new hip? Unheard of.
We simply can't afford to take care of you anymore.
You don't need any medications for your high blood pressure, diabetes, heart problems, etc. Let's take care of the young people. After all, they will be ruling the world very soon.
So here is the solution..........
When you turn 70, you get a gun and 3 bullets. You are allowed to shoot one senator and 2 representatives.
Of course, you will be sent to prison where you will get 3 meals a day, a roof over your head and all the health care you need!
New teeth, great!
Need glasses, no problem!
New hip, knee, kidney, lung, heart? Well, bring it on.
And who will be paying for all of this?
The same government that just told you that you are too old for health care. And, since you are a prisoner, you don't have to pay any income tax.
H/T Denny.....how friggin' great that would be.....
*Oh....Give $$ to the Marines!!*
Wollf
Friday, November 6, 2009
About our Soldiers.........
.....You may well have read this before, but it bears repeating, what with the Horrific acts of violence yesterday at Ft.Hood in Texas......
And as a reminder of why it's important to support or JOIN Valor IT in the Posting below......
1/2 Boy 1/2 Man
If you read this, you WILL forward it on.
You just won't be able to stop yourself.
The average age of the military man is 19 years. He is a short haired,
tight-muscled kid who, under normal circumstances is considered by society
as half man, half boy. Not yet dry behind
the ears, not old enough to buy a beer, but old enough to die for his
country. He never really cared much for work and he would rather wax his
own car than wash his father's, but he has never collected unemployment
either.
He's a recent High School graduate; he was probably an average student,
pursued some form of sport activities, drives a ten year old jalopy, and
has a
steady girlfriend that either broke up with him when he left, or swears to
be waiting when he returns from half a world away. He listens to rock and
roll or hip-hop or rap or jazz or swing and a 155mm howitzer.
He is 10 or 15 pounds lighter now than when he was at home because he is
working or fighting from before dawn to well after dusk.. He has trouble
spelling, thus letter writing is a pain for him,
but he can field strip a rifle in 30 seconds and reassemble it in less
time in the dark. He can recite to you the nomenclature of a machine gun
or grenade launcher and use either one effectively if he must.
He digs foxholes and latrines and can apply first aid like a professional.
He can march until he is told to stop,
or stop until he is told to march.
He obeys orders instantly and without hesitation, but he is not without
spirit or individual dignity. He is self-sufficient.
He has two sets of fatigues: he washes one and wears the other. He keeps
his canteens full and his feet dry.
He sometimes forgets to brush his teeth, but never to clean his rifle. He
can cook his own meals, mend his own clothes, and fix his own hurts.
If you're thirsty, he'll share his water with you; if you are hungry, his
food. He'll even split his ammunition with you in the midst of battle when
you run low.
He has learned to use his hands like weapons and weapons like they were
his hands.
He can save your life - or take it, because that is his job.
He will often do twice the work of a civilian, draw half the pay, and
still find ironic humor in it all.
He has seen more suffering and death than he should have in his short
lifetime.
He has wept in public and in private, for friends who have fallen in
combat and is unashamed.
He feels every note of the National Anthem vibrate through his body while
at rigid attention, while tempering the burning desire to 'square-away '
those around him who haven't bothered to stand, remove their hat, or even
stop talking. In an odd twist, day in and day out, far from home, he
defends their right to be disrespectful.
Just as did his Father, Grandfather, and Great-grandfather, he is paying
the price for our freedom. Beardless or not, he is not a boy. He is the
American Fighting Man that has kept this country free for over 200 years.
He has asked nothing in return, except
our friendship and understanding..
Remember him, always, for he has earned our respect and admiration with
his blood.
And now we even have women over there in danger, doing their part in this
tradition of going to War when our nation calls us to do so.
As you go to bed tonight, remember this shot. . .
A short lull, a little shade and a picture of loved ones in their helmets.
'Lord, hold our troops in your loving hands.
Protect them as they protect us.
Bless them and their families for the selfless acts they perform for us in
our time of need. Amen.'
When you receive this, please stop for a moment and say a prayer for our
ground troops in Afghanistan , sailors on ships, and airmen in the air,
and for those in Iraq , Afghanistan and all foreign countries.
They deserve it......
Of all the gifts you could give a US Soldier, Sailor, Coastguardsman,
Marine, or Airman, prayer is the very best one.
The second best is to donate to Valor I T....or at least join the show, I picked Marines...you know why.
G-d Bless you my Friends
Wollf
And as a reminder of why it's important to support or JOIN Valor IT in the Posting below......
1/2 Boy 1/2 Man
If you read this, you WILL forward it on.
You just won't be able to stop yourself.
The average age of the military man is 19 years. He is a short haired,
tight-muscled kid who, under normal circumstances is considered by society
as half man, half boy. Not yet dry behind
the ears, not old enough to buy a beer, but old enough to die for his
country. He never really cared much for work and he would rather wax his
own car than wash his father's, but he has never collected unemployment
either.
He's a recent High School graduate; he was probably an average student,
pursued some form of sport activities, drives a ten year old jalopy, and
has a
steady girlfriend that either broke up with him when he left, or swears to
be waiting when he returns from half a world away. He listens to rock and
roll or hip-hop or rap or jazz or swing and a 155mm howitzer.
He is 10 or 15 pounds lighter now than when he was at home because he is
working or fighting from before dawn to well after dusk.. He has trouble
spelling, thus letter writing is a pain for him,
but he can field strip a rifle in 30 seconds and reassemble it in less
time in the dark. He can recite to you the nomenclature of a machine gun
or grenade launcher and use either one effectively if he must.
He digs foxholes and latrines and can apply first aid like a professional.
He can march until he is told to stop,
or stop until he is told to march.
He obeys orders instantly and without hesitation, but he is not without
spirit or individual dignity. He is self-sufficient.
He has two sets of fatigues: he washes one and wears the other. He keeps
his canteens full and his feet dry.
He sometimes forgets to brush his teeth, but never to clean his rifle. He
can cook his own meals, mend his own clothes, and fix his own hurts.
If you're thirsty, he'll share his water with you; if you are hungry, his
food. He'll even split his ammunition with you in the midst of battle when
you run low.
He has learned to use his hands like weapons and weapons like they were
his hands.
He can save your life - or take it, because that is his job.
He will often do twice the work of a civilian, draw half the pay, and
still find ironic humor in it all.
He has seen more suffering and death than he should have in his short
lifetime.
He has wept in public and in private, for friends who have fallen in
combat and is unashamed.
He feels every note of the National Anthem vibrate through his body while
at rigid attention, while tempering the burning desire to 'square-away '
those around him who haven't bothered to stand, remove their hat, or even
stop talking. In an odd twist, day in and day out, far from home, he
defends their right to be disrespectful.
Just as did his Father, Grandfather, and Great-grandfather, he is paying
the price for our freedom. Beardless or not, he is not a boy. He is the
American Fighting Man that has kept this country free for over 200 years.
He has asked nothing in return, except
our friendship and understanding..
Remember him, always, for he has earned our respect and admiration with
his blood.
And now we even have women over there in danger, doing their part in this
tradition of going to War when our nation calls us to do so.
As you go to bed tonight, remember this shot. . .
A short lull, a little shade and a picture of loved ones in their helmets.
'Lord, hold our troops in your loving hands.
Protect them as they protect us.
Bless them and their families for the selfless acts they perform for us in
our time of need. Amen.'
When you receive this, please stop for a moment and say a prayer for our
ground troops in Afghanistan , sailors on ships, and airmen in the air,
and for those in Iraq , Afghanistan and all foreign countries.
They deserve it......
Of all the gifts you could give a US Soldier, Sailor, Coastguardsman,
Marine, or Airman, prayer is the very best one.
The second best is to donate to Valor I T....or at least join the show, I picked Marines...you know why.
G-d Bless you my Friends
Wollf
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
What happened whilst I was sleeping?
......No, I'm Serious, dammit.
Ok, so what's on Wollf's addled mind this morning?
The Weblog Awards, that's what......no, not wondering if I'll win anything, fer Cripes sake....more than likely won't get a nomination.....
But.....I did bip on over to the site at WEBLOG AWARDS to see what it was all about, and what did I find?
Nominations are in all sorts of categories, listed by content, interests and of all things....Size....that's in order to level the playing field for us "Little" backwater Blogs.....sounds like a good idea to me, and considering this little slice of the innertoobs to be VERY unimportant, I figured I'd visit this Rating Site, Technorati......
And see just how Teensy we are here at Howling at the Moon....
I about clunked on my keyboard.
Technorati "Authority" for Howls = 501 which really messes badly with my little blog notions.....you see, if somebody decides to nominate this place.....it's in thebest VERY LARGE blog category....Very Large?????
What the heck is wrong with this world?
Look....Proof.....
Ok....the world can come back to order.
That was fun....maybe not for you Folkes, but...yannow?
Thanks for visiting.
Oh, and give to Valor I T below...the USMC has landed, and are kicking butts and not bothering to take names. We're well ahead of Army at this point, and I'm taking partial credit....seeing as I'm a Very Large Blogger and all.....
Kidding....all praises should be bestowed upon CASSANDRA at Villainous Company, a devoted Marine Corps Wife Unit.....
Oh.....ADD acting up this morning, so....something cute for your coffee....
Red Fox goes Hunting.....little cousin is darned cute...
Non sequiter is my middle name.
Wollf
Ok, so what's on Wollf's addled mind this morning?
The Weblog Awards, that's what......no, not wondering if I'll win anything, fer Cripes sake....more than likely won't get a nomination.....
But.....I did bip on over to the site at WEBLOG AWARDS to see what it was all about, and what did I find?
Nominations are in all sorts of categories, listed by content, interests and of all things....Size....that's in order to level the playing field for us "Little" backwater Blogs.....sounds like a good idea to me, and considering this little slice of the innertoobs to be VERY unimportant, I figured I'd visit this Rating Site, Technorati......
And see just how Teensy we are here at Howling at the Moon....
I about clunked on my keyboard.
Technorati "Authority" for Howls = 501 which really messes badly with my little blog notions.....you see, if somebody decides to nominate this place.....it's in thebest VERY LARGE blog category....Very Large?????
What the heck is wrong with this world?
Look....Proof.....
Ok....the world can come back to order.
That was fun....maybe not for you Folkes, but...yannow?
Thanks for visiting.
Oh, and give to Valor I T below...the USMC has landed, and are kicking butts and not bothering to take names. We're well ahead of Army at this point, and I'm taking partial credit....seeing as I'm a Very Large Blogger and all.....
Kidding....all praises should be bestowed upon CASSANDRA at Villainous Company, a devoted Marine Corps Wife Unit.....
Oh.....ADD acting up this morning, so....something cute for your coffee....
Red Fox goes Hunting.....little cousin is darned cute...
Non sequiter is my middle name.
Wollf
Oops....Forgot to keep this on Top.....
Regular Blogging Below the Valor IT......it stays on top....(I think)....
Yup, it's that time of year again where we show our support to the Troops with our wallets.
Give a Marine, Soldier, Airman, Sailor or Coastie a hand, won't you?
Of Course I chose the Marines......
I'm trying to figure out how to keep this at the Top till the end.....Dragn, a little help?
Sillies....
Hmmmph.
Wollf
Yup, it's that time of year again where we show our support to the Troops with our wallets.
Give a Marine, Soldier, Airman, Sailor or Coastie a hand, won't you?
Of Course I chose the Marines......
I'm trying to figure out how to keep this at the Top till the end.....Dragn, a little help?
Sillies....
Hmmmph.
Wollf
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
USMC- Valor I T.......
"The Devil's Anvil".......that's what they called Peleliu in the Palau Islands, WWII.
One of the bloodiest Battles in the South Pacific. My Sire was there, Silver Star, Two Bronze Stars and Three Purple Hearts.....Still can't get through a metal detector at the age of 89........
This is what He, and Momma, looked like back then.....
And these are a couple of screen shots of His Story as told in the book, "The Devil's Anvil"........
Click the link in the next Post and give to the Marines.....they've fought for you for over 230 years.....
Give a little back, or Join the Team and get the widget....all with just a couple clicks.
Our Anniversary is coming up in a few days......Here's The Commandant's Address for 2009.....Semper Fi.
And yes.....I'll get back to fun or frivolous or personal ramblings quite shortly.....
Sheesh, you People.
Wollf
One of the bloodiest Battles in the South Pacific. My Sire was there, Silver Star, Two Bronze Stars and Three Purple Hearts.....Still can't get through a metal detector at the age of 89........
This is what He, and Momma, looked like back then.....
And these are a couple of screen shots of His Story as told in the book, "The Devil's Anvil"........
Click the link in the next Post and give to the Marines.....they've fought for you for over 230 years.....
Give a little back, or Join the Team and get the widget....all with just a couple clicks.
Our Anniversary is coming up in a few days......Here's The Commandant's Address for 2009.....Semper Fi.
And yes.....I'll get back to fun or frivolous or personal ramblings quite shortly.....
Sheesh, you People.
Wollf
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