Yea, it did.
If you click on this thread you must post on it...
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Yay, it worked! 
(P.S. I know it's obvious, but the thread says I must post on it...)
(P.S. I know it's obvious, but the thread says I must post on it...)
I'm going to try the "Insert Image" function now
Now I'm imagining a graphic that says "Help Us Write Wrong!" 
I'm not sure if that's an ad for terrible writing, or an ad for righting wrongs in writing, or what. *shrug*
I'm not sure if that's an ad for terrible writing, or an ad for righting wrongs in writing, or what. *shrug*
Would it make more sense to you if it read like this:
Imagine. Write.
Imagine. Write.
CatrionaGrace
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I've always had a fondness for Snoopy.
CatrionaGrace
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Someone on a different forum griped about the irrelevance and idiocy of Peanuts. I just smiled politely and let it go, because there is no reasoning with Philistines.
My Dad was WWII Glider co-pilot whose glider crashed and killed the pilot and everyone on that side of the aircraft. He flew into France in the days following the initial invasion. I can't imagine what those brave men endured. WWII history has many untold stories and events because the survivors did/do not want to discuss that period of their lives.
My grandfather was shot in France. He never talked about any of it. Ever. It wasn't until he died and we looked through his things that we got any semblance of a story.
My paternal grandpa was part of the crew on a WWII bomber against the Germans. I think he got his leg injured during that. Still, the fact that my grandpa contributed to the fight against the Nazis is something I feel a bit of family pride in. Those Nazis needed to be punched!
One of my grandfathers was in Burma with the Chindits, the other was an engineering officer on the Lancaster bombers
One of my grand uncles was a glider pilot who died at Arnhem , and the other was an infantry sergeant who was in the liberation of Belsen
One of my grand uncles was a glider pilot who died at Arnhem , and the other was an infantry sergeant who was in the liberation of Belsen
He's lucky he lived. The mortality rate on those things was extremely high. Over half I think, with many more injured or captured.
One of my great granddad was blown up and lost his legs at the somme and another died at paschendale
I always heard the funny stories, but the serious war time accounts were never spoken about. He only revealed the glider crash story on the day my Mom died at home, relating to being close to someone's dying moments stirred his memory. God rest their souls.
I remember the awe and emotion I felt as a kid watching the veterans march down the street in the Legion's parades.
I don't think they do those parades anymore,
I don't think they do those parades anymore,
Yes.
This was an answer to several posts ago. Should have known.
My military experience is limited to one afternoon when aged 17 when my father (the oldest lieut in Europe) had me dressed in a green boiler suit to boost the numbers on parade in the local FCA (part-time unpaid not-soldiers) when a proper army officer was inspecting.
This was an answer to several posts ago. Should have known.
My military experience is limited to one afternoon when aged 17 when my father (the oldest lieut in Europe) had me dressed in a green boiler suit to boost the numbers on parade in the local FCA (part-time unpaid not-soldiers) when a proper army officer was inspecting.
The only time I saw my uncle cry was when he was talking about his brother who was killed in WW2.
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