At 04:31 AM 10/11/2001 -0500, you wrote: >At 08:04 AM 10/10/01, john wrote: >>At 12:37 PM 10/9/2001 -0500, Ronn wrote: >>>At 07:56 AM 10/9/01, john wrote: >>>>At 02:23 AM 10/9/2001 -0500, Ronn wrote: >>>>>><snipped> >>>>>>your friend is absolutely right; anything can be bombed if the >>>>>>attackers are willing to pay the price. >>>>>>btw, just to nitpick a bit ;-), when a Naval Aviator (please don't >>>>>>call them pilots) lands aboard a carrier, that is called a "trap", >>>>>>not an arrest. however, the cables stretched across the after part of >>>>>>the flight deck are called "arresting gear". >>>>>> >>>>>>john >>>>>>(flight deck troubleshooter, VAW-121 aboard USS Eisenhower, 1979-1980) >>>>> >>>>> >>>>>An "arrest" is what the SPs perform after a night of liberty . . . >>>>> >>>>>;-) >>>>been on both sides there ;-). >>> >>>Then you obviously know all there is to know about being "bombed", too . . . >>> >>>;-) >>been bombed, smashed, flattened and paralyzed (that ouzo is powerful stuff) > > >No, thank you. I prefer to chew my licorice rather than drink it >dissolved in flaming lighter fluid . . . > >I suppose, however, it might be good for a bad head cold that proved >resistant to decongestants. > > > >-- Ronn! :) > >God bless America, >Land that I love! >Stand beside her, and guide her >Thru the night with a light from above. > From the mountains, to the prairies, >To the oceans, white with foam� >God bless America! >My home, sweet home. > >-- Irving Berlin (1888-1989)
ah, but when my ship made a port call at Athens i was determined to do a few things in Greece: see the Parthenon visit the National Museum visit Thermopylae (didn't have the time, it was a short visit) eat (and drink) in a Greek taverna the last was semi-amusing. there we were, my shipmates and i, sitting in an "authentic" Greek taverna, sampling the local food and drink, when one of the other diners rose, said something in Greek (should have studied *that* in high school instead of Spanish, but hey, i wanted an easy grade), and flung his glass into the fireplace. well, hearty fellows that we were (and fast on the way to ouzo induced foolishness), and not wanting to violate some local customs, we each rose, toasted Greece and the Greek people, and threw our glasses into the fireplace. then, one of us (who's knowledge of Greece was obviously gained from watching "Zorba the Greek" and "The Guns of Navarone") threw his plate into the fireplace. not wanting to be left out, we all followed suit. the other customers and workers heartily applauded us. then came the bill. we were confused. did we pay for everyone else's meal? the manager quickly informed us that while he did not mind us breaking the crockery (he spoke very good British accented English), he had to insist that we pay for what we had broken. sadder, poorer, yet wiser, we were left with no funds for a cab, and began the long walk back to the pier where our liberty boat was tied up. btw, the Greek police take a dim view of inebriated Americans walking along the streets late at night, but they took pity on us and drove us to the pier. of course the Shore Patrol wanted to know why we were exiting a Greek police car (fell out was more like it), but that's another story. john
