My lovely wife was worried that I’d get cold in Wyoming this fall and gave me buffalo jammies for Father’s Day! Woop-woop! Sadly, I will be staying 25 miles from the nearest civilization… If you can call a single pump gas station ‘civilization’…. Which means, I probably won’t be able to wear them into Walmart with all the other people who don’t care about how they look. (Darn-it-all!)
But this is now my morning attire.
Boots. Check. Hat. Check. Buffalo Jammies. DOUBLE CHECK!
This pic is 98% staged for the sole purpose of bragging about what an awesome gift my wife gave me.
Do you think anybody wants a round house kick to the face while I’m wearing these bad boys? Forget about it!
“You are about to embark upon the Great Crusade, toward which we have striven these many months. The eyes of the world are upon you. The hopes and prayers of liberty loving people everywhere march with you.
In company with our brave Allies and brothers-in-arms on other Fronts, you will bring about the destruction of the German war machine, the elimination of Nazi tyranny over the oppressed peoples of Europe, and security for ourselves in a free world.
Your task will not be an easy one. Your enemy is well trained, well equipped and battle hardened. He will fight savagely.
But this is the year 1944! Much has happened since the Nazi triumphs of 1940-41. The United Nations have inflicted upon the Germans great defeats, in open battle, man-to man. Our air offensive has seriously reduced their strength in the air and their capacity to wage war on the ground. Our Home Fronts have given us an overwhelming superiority in weapons and munitions of war, and placed at our disposal great reserves of trained fighting men.
The tide has turned! The free men of the world are marching together to Victory!
I have full confidence in your courage and devotion to duty and skill in battle. We will accept nothing less than full Victory!
Good luck! And let us beseech the blessing of Almighty God upon this great and noble undertaking.”
― Dwight D. Eisenhower
Today is the 74th Anniversary of D-Day.
The day when 160,000 allied troops converged on a 50-mile stretch of heavily fortified open beach. By the end of the day, almost 10,000 Allied soldiers were killed or wounded and we owned a chunk of France.
The oceans ran red with the blood of their sacrifice that day.
We owe them great thanks.
Now go watch Saving Private Ryan or Band of Brothers to get the heebie-jeebies at seeing what they went through. Because they broke the mold after the Greatest Generation.
Personally, if I could pick an era to spend my prime years in, it’d be the 1940’s.
Cool clothes, cool hair, fantastic weaponry, Kate Beckinsale, and slayin’ Nazi’s. (That was a reference to the movie Pearl Harbor by the way)
Doesn’t get more American than that.
And speaking of weaponry.
My 1943 M1 Garand. (Ooo! Aaaahh!)
If you aint’ got one, go to TheCMP.org and buy a Garand. For reals.
First off, it’s not considered an evil ‘assault rifle’ because it uses a 8 round enbloc clip and not one of those horrid 30 round magazines. So it’s legal pretty much everywhere.
Second, of the 5 million Nazi’s killed during WWII, I’d say the M1 Garand waxed a good 20 percent. I pulled that number of thin air, but my point is this – it’s lethal. 30-06 is a superb round.
Third, they are CHEAP at CMP. For $650 bucks you can have a ‘Field Grade’ Garand capable of killing every land critter in the world. Buy one anywhere else and you will pay $1000 or more. And they won’t last forever. Once they are gone, the price will sky rocket.
Fourth, the history. Personally, I hope mine protected it’s carrier by slaying everything that moved before him in a Fascist’s uniform. And hopefully, it wasn’t some unlucky one that went through multiple dead GI’s before ending up in my hands. -shudder-.
But it’s kind of like these reincarnation folks.
They are always some reincarnated King, or Prince, or Princess.
They’re never some gutter rat who was ran over with a wagon after stealing a rotten apple in the streets of England back in the early 1800s.
You kind of just hope for the good possibility.
All that aside.
Today was a good day.
Men with giant brass balls clanged their way ashore, kicked evil in the teeth, and pushed them back until their hell-bound overlord shot himself in the face with a Walther PPK.
God bless them for their courage, sacrifice, and valor.