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That picture of that little plane my wife and I were on above was on a trip to the tiny, two mile Island of Mustique. It was a small two engine, 16 seat plane that you could open the windows on. Of course if you opened the window next to the propeller, you would cut your arm off so they frowned on opening that window.
The plane flew so low that we barely made it over the small sailboat masts and I could have fished out of the back of the thing.
There was a small sign under the window next to the engine that read: "If you see flames coming from the engine, inform the pilot."
Oh yeah, I would inform him and everyone else in the thing. But of course, I could have just jumped out.
It was a deHavaland plane like Amilia Earhart disappeared in. As a matter of fact, I think it was her plane.
The sign on the front near the pilot read: "SAFETY EQUIPMENT, A TENT"
I kid you not.....A tent.
I got a big tub of frozen clams, about a pint so my copperband is happy again because I am not happy with any commercial food any more as most of it is either to big or to small.
The clams I just scrape out tissue thin slices so my copperband thinks he died and went to fish heaven with an Angelfish.
Of course the rest of the fish are also happy but the copperband eats most of it before they even know whats going on.
I got a supply of the frozen, shucked clams right near my house. They sell them for bait. A pint is about seven bucks and will last me a year.
Yesterday we took a ferry with some friends to Connecticut to go to some interesting places.
On the way this submarine sailed next to us.
I think they were going out to collect some NSW and they heard on this forum that they shouldn't collect it from the surface because of all the Coppertone. So they were going deep
Happy Veterans Day to all the Veterans here. Remember, if it were not for Veterans we would all be keeping Artichokes instead of fish.
A lot of people think it’s “Veteran’s Day” or “Veterans’ Day,” but they’re wrong. The holiday is not a day that “belongs” to one veteran or multiple veterans, which is what an apostrophe implies. It’s a day for honoring all veterans — so no apostrophe needed.
Veterans Day is NOT the Same as Memorial Day.
A lot of Americans get this confused, and we’ll be honest — it can be a little annoying to all of the living veterans out there.
Memorial Day is a time to remember those who gave their lives for our country, particularly in battle or from wounds they suffered in battle. Veterans Day honors all of those who have served the country in war or peace — dead or alive — although it’s largely intended to thank living veterans for their sacrifices.
Today on Veterans Day we will first go out to my free Veteran breakfast. Then I will drive through Calverton National Cemetary and pay my respects to all the soldiers burried there. Although we honor them on Memorial Day, they are also part of Veterans Day as they are all Veterans.
Then later, we will go to a restaurant that gives half price dinners to all those who served. I can afford to go to any restaurant but I like to patronage restaurants that honor Vets. It's just me.
This is how I dress for all Veterans Days. I wore this shirt in the States before I went to Nam. (they wouldn't let us take anything home from there)
It's over 50 years old.
We left home as teenagers or in our early twenties for an unknown adventure.
We loved our country enough to defend it and protect it with our own lives.
We said goodbye to friends and family and everything we knew.
We learned the basics and then we scattered in the wind to the far corners of the Earth.
We found new friends and new family.
We became brothers and sisters regardless of color, race or creed.
We had plenty of good times, and plenty of bad times.
We didn’t get enough sleep.
We smoked and drank too much.
We picked up both good and bad habits.
We worked hard and played harder.
We didn’t earn a great wage.
We experienced the happiness of mail call and the sadness of missing important events.
We didn’t know when, or even if, we were ever going to see home again.
We grew up fast, and yet somehow, we never grew up at all.
We fought for our freedom, as well as the freedom of others.
Some of us saw actual combat, and some of us didn’t.
Some of us saw the world, and some of us didn’t.
Some of us dealt with physical warfare, most of us dealt with psychological warfare.
We have seen and experienced and dealt with things that we can’t fully describe or explain, as not all of our sacrifices were physical.
We participated in time honored ceremonies and rituals with each other, strengthening our bonds and camaraderie.
We counted on each other to get our job done and sometimes to survive it at all.
We have dealt with victory and tragedy.
We have celebrated and mourned.
We lost a few along the way.
When our adventure was over, some of us went back home, some of us started somewhere new and some of us never came home at all.
We have told amazing and hilarious stories of our exploits and adventures.
We share an unspoken bond with each other, that most people don’t experience, and few will understand.
We speak highly of our own branch of service, and poke fun at the other branches.
We know however, that, if needed, we will be there for our brothers and sisters and stand together as one, in a heartbeat.
Being a Veteran is something that had to be earned, and it can never be taken away.
It has no monetary value, but at the same time it is a priceless gift.
People see a Veteran and they thank them for their service. When we see each other, we give that little upwards head nod, or a slight smile, knowing that we have shared and experienced things that most people have not.
So, from myself to the rest of the veterans out there, I commend and thank you for all that you have done and sacrificed for your country.
Try to remember the good times and make peace with the bad times.
Share your stories.
But most importantly, stand tall and proud, for you have earned the right to be called a Veteran.
I had to move some more corals around after my partial re-aquascape because some of them ended up facing down or in the back of the tank. I removed some to remove encrusting sponge and under the sponge is loaded with amphipods. (not copepods that are all over the place)
The amphipods I added from the sea a few years ago and I am glad to see they are still reproducing. I can't really collect them easily here but I am always looking for collection places.
I like the new look of my tank as it is more open and I can see all the way to the back in many places including most places under the reef because very little of it is actually resting on the gravel which is the design I was going for when I built the new back bone rock before I moved here.
My gorgonians filled the tank and are all over the place reaching up almost out of the water which I am happy about.
I think the fish are also happy because I have been finding fish in there I didn't even remember I had.
Fish can, and do hide in my tank for months. My Janss pipefish is still kicking and I think way past his lifespan.
Yesterday I got ambitious and collected and changed about 30 more gallons of NSW. I just like collecting the stuff because it is right down the block and on a beautiful beach.
I also thought this urchin was going to croak due to the poisons from the sponge but he may just have had an upset stomach because he is fine.