…and speaking from experience, hillbilly queen is absolutely one of the best flirt partners around 
I didn’t keep the link.
Max Carnage Awwww :: flutters eyelashes ::
wolfstu, you’re a pretty handsome dude yourself.
EddyTeddyFreddy, you remind me rather of Jamie Lee Curtis in your younger pic.
Here’s one of me: http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v613/jennyrosity/DSCN0039.jpg
One of me and Crusoe: http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v613/jennyrosity/DSCN0036.jpg
And one of my dog, Poppy:
No offence to my darling Crusoe, but I think Poppy’s the cutest… 
You two are so cute. I could just look at you all day.
Not that I will, because that would be creepy.
I flew Martin B-26 medium bombers in Europe. Sorry, I think war stories are a lot more interesting to the teller than the listener so I don’t do them.
I find war stories amazing, but I don’t want to pressure to share something you don’t want to.
My friend’s grandfather flew Lancaster bombers for the RCAF. When she went travelling Europe she called her grandfather from Germany. When she told him where she was and how pretty it was, he said something like, “Munich? [or some german town] Yeah, I remember dropping a few bombs on that town. You think it’s pretty now, you should’ve seen it on fire!” Her grandpa is apparently a crusty old fellow. He used to have a cat named Hitler in the 60s too. (apparently it had a little moustache like Hitler).
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Thanks.
Just for fun, here’s one more. I’m sitting under the map.
I have to ask, what sort of room are you in?
You’d be surprised how much interest your stories might generate, especially among those of us whose parents were of your generation, and who’ve realized, often too late, that they should have listened when the parental units were talking about all that boring old stuff.
For example, I never tried to pry the details of his service out of my uncle the commercial pilot, who flew bombers over Burma in WWII. Now reading your post reminded me of him, but he’s gone. My dad told us a few bits and pieces about his Navy service, but always light stuff, like going back out to sea after a long port layup, eating the cook’s chili for supper, immediately getting seasick when they hit the open ocean, and then going back for another plateful. My dad’s other two brothers served, too, but they weren’t into war stories, either.
Why not open a thread for WWII stories? Light or serious, amusing or moving, whatever memories you’d like to share? Inviting other veterans to add their own stories? I for one would very much enjoy reading it.
In the photo above? It’s the operations room at the gliding centre where I work. You’re seeing an air chart of most of (populated) Ontario, and a layout of the airport at Canadian Forces Base North Bay – I’m in the CF reserves, and spend my weekends teaching teenagers to fly gliders. This is the room where we plan the day’s mission, or sit around waiting for the weather to improve.
Dunno if I should post a pic, since I’m planning on sinking back into the depths of lurkdom after my trial’s over… I’ll register, one day, I swear… Some day… When I’m done… [sub]Sucking your brains empty[/sub] – absorbing! Your knowledge, that is.
Anyhow - Piccy
That one’s of me going into the school newspaper in the editorial, taken two weeks ago. Dunno why I have it on my server.
I always thought that the “D of C” in your location field stood for “District of Columbia”! :smack: What does it actually stand for?
I guess you’re not my neighbor, after all… 
Well… I dont have many pics cause I had to reformat the other day… but YAHOO retained my Yahoo pic…
Well, there is just one and the seasick bit reminded me.
I went overseas on the Ile de France. As officers we had a stateroom. Of course there were 10 people in it but it was a stateroom. The enlisted men were down below in incredibly crowded condition. Hammocks with just enough room to slide in sideways under the one above. Ventilation ranging from poor to none and we were 11 days on the trip.
The main ballroom had been turned into two mess halls with a partition down the centerline and an enclosed entrance hallway along the rail. Guys would come up from down below, half sick anyway and with the ship rolling. They would step into the hallway, get a whiff of the hot, greasy kitchen smell and immedialy throw up in the hallway so those following had to walk around it on the way to eat. It happened at least once a day.
Heh, sounds a lot like frosh week at my dorm. What was a warship doing with a ballroom in the first place? Or was it a passenger vessel that was converted for the war?
It was meant to be intentionally ambiguous (back when I joined) and I’ve just never changed it. (Well, except for those few months when I was in Belgium.) I suppose it could stand for just about anything, but it was meant to be “Dominion of Canada”.
Still your neighbor. Just not the kind you’d thought. 
She was an elegant lady pressed into wartime service.
And I want to ask all navy people for forgiveness for the word “hallway.” Everybody but a landlubber sand crab know that it is a passageway.
It’s surprising how few photos of myself I have.
I found this one, from after dance concert a bit over a year ago. I’m the guy.