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H&I Fires* 26 DEC 2007

Open post for those with something to share, updated through the day. New, complete posts come in below this one. Note: If trackbacking, please acknowledge this post in your post. That's only polite.

You're advertising here, we should get an ad at your place...

Time to add a new caveat, because from email it's not clear to some folks (mind you, if you don't read this it won't matter...) Being an open post, people (collectively, the Denizens) other than I post in the H&I. They sign their work (most of the time) - keep that in mind when you want to flame someone in email please - if it doesn't say "The Armorer" or "John" then I didn't write it! And honestly - if you don't like something said or posted... leave a comment, and hash it out (within the context of The Rulez which are clearly posted on the comment form, I would add).

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Another Christmas... some time ago:

On Christmas Eve, Capt Hamilton describes receiving a message that "the Germans wanted to talk to us".

In his front line trench, he wrote that he "heard the Germans shouting, 'Are you the Warwicks?' To which our own men replied, 'Come and see'. They said 'You come half way, and we will come half way and bring you some cigars'."

His servant, Pte Gregory, finally ventured out to meet the enemy, and Capt Hamilton agreed to meet a German officer the next day at dawn. On Christmas Day, he wrote: "I found a Saxon officer of the 134th Saxon Corps, who was fully armed. I pointed to his revolver and pouch. He smiled and said, seeing I was unarmed, 'Allright now'.

The famous "Christmas Truce" in the trenches during WWI. High-level staff officers on both sides were appalled, simply appalled! Read the rest here. H/t CAPT H.

Jules Crittenden had a fun Christmas:

The time at which present opening commences can be controlled, but the rate of present openage can only be influenced indirectly.

Cats don’t give a damn about presents but are fascinated by crumpled wrapping paper and empty boxes.

A fourth-grader’s construction-paper mounted Christmas essay on why she loves her parents can be a gift you will cherish, even if she’s overly frank and appears to have a memory highly selective of Dad’s goofs and at four pages, runs on a bit.

Any day a bulldog gets to sniff another dog’s pee is bulldog Christmas.

I am not smarter than a fifth grader, except when using all available peeks, copies and save.

200-year-old Chinese furniture is really cool, especially when it’s cheaper than Chinese furniture that was made yesterday. If you live in New England and are interested, reach me via “contact” and I’ll tell you where to get some.

It’s nearly 4 p.m., and I have not missed the Internet or the news all day. Will check shortly to see if I missed anything. I’m only on now because I love my fellow man and feel it my duty to communicate.

But, better than that - in that same post - he did a link-fest of many of the larger voices in the conservative blogosphere of their Christmas posts - so if you have already surfed 'em, Jules made it easy for you! -the Armorer

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From an email this morning:

John,

Last night I watched on Lifetime USA , [as 4,352.3 emailed to tell me -including the original emailer-... not bad, given Sitemeter sez only 2K or so visited today...] the 2nd year of one of the wrestling organisations doing a tour of Iraq. Everybody knew it was fake and no one cared one whit. The girl soldiers were eating up the muscle bound hunks, then they trotted out the women rasslers. The girl rasslers were babes of course. Talk about interacting with the crowd. The girl rasslers especially were mixing & mingling & hamming it up to the nth degree. I don't think I've ever seen the troops having such a good time. It is great that those who will give their time to do those tours. And to those like Danny Glover, Sean Penn, and the other nincompoops,,,,fooey on them.
Merry Christmas to one and all at your place.

Tommy S

Emphasis mine. I hope you and yours had a Merry Christmas, too, Tommy. As well as the rest of yaz! -the Armorer

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Update - Chuck Simmins has pics of the WWE wrestlers in Iraq over at his place. -the Armorer

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*A term of art from the artillery. Harassment and Interdiction Fires.

Back in the day, when you could just kill people and break things without a note from a lawyer, they were pre-planned, but to the enemy, random, fires at known gathering points, road junctions, Main Supply Routes, assembly areas, etc - to keep the bad guy nervous that the world around him might start exploding at any minute.

*Not really relevant to today's operating environment, right? But, it *is*

The UAVs (oops, can't call 'em UAVs anymore - they're now Unmanned Aerial Systems... some Colonel got his Legion of Merit for that change...), er, um UAS's we fly over Afghanistan and Pakistan looking for targets of opportunity are a form of H&I fires, if you really want to parse it finely. We just have better sensors and fire control now.

I call the post that because it's random things posted by me and people I've given posting privileges to. It's also an open trackback, so if someone has a post they're proud of, but it really isn't either Castle kind of stuff, or topical to a particular post, I've basically given blanket permission to use that post for that purpose. Another term of art that might be appropriate is "Free Fire Zone."

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I saw that on their website.....what I also saw, which I noticed went unnoticed is how, upon their return to the States, two of the wrestlers went to the Marine Corps recruiting station in Stamford, CT and donated enough toys to fill (*from what I read*) two MTVR 7-ton trucks. The wrestlers then rode in the 7 tons to deliver the toys to the needy children. Therefore, I applaud the WWE, and whoever was responsible for this. I don't think anyone was saying anything bad about them, per se, but it never hurts to give credit where credit's due, ya know???
 
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