Shoutout to all you veterans out there,
especially you fellow old-school space-force-before-there-was-a-space-force vets
Oh, and for all y’all who didn’t get nuked
by the Soviets during the Cold War…
you’re welcome
10 THOUGHTS ON “Veterans Day”
That was Nick Freitas – best guy in the Virginia legislature.
Thank you vets out there, and – you’re welcome.
Yep,
but he should be in the US House/Senate
^”…he should be in the US House/Senate”
I agree wholeheartedly, and I particularly wish he’d knock off our assholian nebbish Senator Mark Warner.
Unfortunately, Northern Virginia, a geographic and philosophical extension of the DC Fed Guv, is too heavily populated and solid Dem for that to happen in a state-wide election, unless maybe Nebbish is photographed raping a monkey in church.
‘Course, that’d buy him the LGBQTSTFU crowd’s vote.
Knew a guy way back when who swears he caught the Soviets, said he worked cryptography, planning to attack the US.
I was told this 50 years ago or so and the claimed incident would have happened circa 1969 or thereabout.
Anyway, thanks to all the vets out there.
If’n I was still in, I’d be in the Space Force.
Minuteman missiles, ’71 – ’76
Watched many an evening MM operational test launch while standing in the BOQ parking lot at VAFB, ’70-’74
Went on a footshot in Oct ’76, walking around in shorts and flip-flops while the natives were shivering in their Parkas! You could tell we were from The Great White North from the pasty white skin (even the Black guys were pasty!!) and the immunity to the (to us, anyway) super-warm weather.
Good times, good times.
What base? I was Line Swine at Minot ’74-’78.
Why Not Minot
We had to run a grid with our then classified secret sonar (in 1970/71?) on a Minesweeper off Canaveral for a week looking for something they were loathe to describe. Hell of a port stay in a Navy base run by the Air Force.
My memory is fuzzy, but I think we were there for the first surface firing of a Poseidon missile too.
It’s the simple things. Like parking in the Veterans’ parking spot & getting 11% off groceries, all the while having a rare conversation with a bagger who wanted to know everything about a wooden hull minesweeper. A shining moment with one who wasn’t a slack-jaw HS kid grunting.
That was Nick Freitas – best guy in the Virginia legislature.
Thank you vets out there, and – you’re welcome.
Yep,
but he should be in the US House/Senate
^”…he should be in the US House/Senate”
I agree wholeheartedly, and I particularly wish he’d knock off our assholian nebbish Senator Mark Warner.
Unfortunately, Northern Virginia, a geographic and philosophical extension of the DC Fed Guv, is too heavily populated and solid Dem for that to happen in a state-wide election, unless maybe Nebbish is photographed raping a monkey in church.
‘Course, that’d buy him the LGBQTSTFU crowd’s vote.
Knew a guy way back when who swears he caught the Soviets, said he worked cryptography, planning to attack the US.
I was told this 50 years ago or so and the claimed incident would have happened circa 1969 or thereabout.
Anyway, thanks to all the vets out there.
If’n I was still in, I’d be in the Space Force.
Minuteman missiles, ’71 – ’76
Watched many an evening MM operational test launch while standing in the BOQ parking lot at VAFB, ’70-’74
Went on a footshot in Oct ’76, walking around in shorts and flip-flops while the natives were shivering in their Parkas! You could tell we were from The Great White North from the pasty white skin (even the Black guys were pasty!!) and the immunity to the (to us, anyway) super-warm weather.
Good times, good times.
What base? I was Line Swine at Minot ’74-’78.
Why Not Minot
We had to run a grid with our then classified secret sonar (in 1970/71?) on a Minesweeper off Canaveral for a week looking for something they were loathe to describe. Hell of a port stay in a Navy base run by the Air Force.
My memory is fuzzy, but I think we were there for the first surface firing of a Poseidon missile too.
It’s the simple things. Like parking in the Veterans’ parking spot & getting 11% off groceries, all the while having a rare conversation with a bagger who wanted to know everything about a wooden hull minesweeper. A shining moment with one who wasn’t a slack-jaw HS kid grunting.