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Greetings! You are reading an article from The Mudville Gazette. To reach the front page, with all the latest news and views, click the logo above or "main" below. Thanks for stopping by! September 16, 2005 Friday Caption ContestBy Greyhawk![]() Your captions welcome. Posted by Greyhawk / September 16, 2005 5:25 PM | Permalink 38 Comments |
November 26, 2010America@war [Greyhawk]
I think anyone who's ever pondered the "comment" option - once only available on blogs and bulletin boards, now ubiquitous on almost any web site - will appreciate this:
The so-called faculty of writing is not so much a faculty of writing as it is a faculty of thinking. When a man says, "I have an idea but I can't express it"; that man hasn't an idea but merely a vague feeling. If a man has a feeling of that kind, and will sit down for a half an hour and persistently try to put into writing what he feels, the probabilities are at least 90 percent that he will either be able to record it, or else realize that he has no idea at all. In either case, he will do himself a benefit. That's wisdom from the past, captured for posterity at the US Naval Institute, shared via the web on the institute's 137th anniversary. From their about page:
"The Naval Institute has three core activities," among them, History and Preservation: The Naval Institute also has recently introduced Americans at War, a living history of Americans at war in their own words and from their own experiences. These 90-second vignettes convey powerful stories of inspiration, pride, and patriotism. Take a look at the collection, and you'll see it's not limited to accounts from those who served on ships at sea, members of the other branches are well-represented. I'm fortunate to have met USNI's Mary Ripley, she's responsible for the institute's oral history program (and she's the daughter of the late John Ripley, whose story is told here). She also deserves much credit for their blog. ("We're not the Navy nor any government agency. Blog and comment freely.") We met at a milblog conference - Mary knew (and I would come to realize) that milbloggers are the 21st-century version of exactly what the US Naval Institute is all about. Once that light bulb came on in my head, I mentioned a vague idea for a project to her - milblogs as the 21st century oral history that they are. "Put that in writing," she said (of course - see first paragraph above!) - and here's part of the result. Shortly after the first tent was pitched by the American military in Iraq a wire was connected to a computer therein, and the internet was available to a generation of Americans at war - many of whom had grown up online. From that point on, at any given moment, somewhere in Iraq a Soldier, Sailor, Airman or Marine was at a keyboard sharing the events of his or her day with the folks back home. While most would simply fire off an email, others took advantage of the (then) relatively new online blogging platforms to post their thoughts and experiences for the entire world to see. The milblog was born - and from that moment to this stories detailing everything from the most mundane aspects of camp life to intense combat action (often described within hours of the event) have been available on the web... And et cetera - but since you're reading this on a milblog, you probably knew that. And you know that milblogs aren't just blogs written by troops at war, that many friends, family members, and supporters likewise documented their story of America at war online in near-real time, as those stories developed. The diversity in membership of that group is broad, the one thing we all have in common is the impulse to make sense of the seemingly senseless, and communicate the tale - for each of us that impulse was strong enough to overcome whatever barriers prevent the vast majority of people from doing the same. Everyone at some point has some vague idea they believe should be shared - we were the people who, from some combination of internal and external urging, found and spent those many half hours persistently trying to write it down. But where will all that be in another 137 years? Or five or ten, for that matter. That's something I've asked myself since at least 2004 - when I wrote this:
Membership in the ghost battalion has grown in the years since, and an ever growing majority of those abandoned-but-still-standing sites are vanishing. Have you checked out Lt Smash's site lately? How about Sgt Hook's? If you're a long-time milblog reader you know the first widely-read milblog from Operation Iraq Freedom and the first widely-read milblog from Afghanistan are both gone from the web. If you're a relative newcomer to this world you may never even have heard of them - or the dozens upon dozens of others who carried forth the standard they set down. If you have a vague notion that something should be done about that, (a notion I've heard expressed more than once...) then you and I and the good folks at the US Naval Institute are in agreement. Preserving the history documented by the milbloggers is just one of the goals of the milblog project, the once-vague idea that we're now making real. And it's a big idea, if I say so myself - too big to explain in one simple blog post, so stand by for more. Likewise, it's too big a task to be accomplished by just one person. So if you're a milblogger (and exactly what is a milblogger? is a topic for much further discussion on its own) I'm asking for your help. All I'll really need is just a little bit (maybe just one or two of those half hours...) of your time, and your willingness to tell the tale. We've already made history, it's time to save it. (More to follow...) Posted 4:02 PM | Permalink |
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Blanco: What do I have to do to get that stud Honore to notice me?
Umm..
I can't caption it because I from what I've read of the Lt General, I think I have a pretty good idea of what has to be going through his mind..and, well, let's just say it ain't fit to print. :)
I think it just has to be:
"Yup."
-t
Talk about a disaster, did she just wake up and come out here or is this the new style? I can't even bear to look anymore.
Blanco..."I hope they don't see my horns!"
Three slicks and a knobby!
Hysterical, incompetant Governor recedes into background as stoic, capable military commander looks bemused.
Chertoff: "BURRRRPPP-PU, sorry, I farted"
Blanco: "phew, did Chertoff fart on me?" "Oh General, I am ready for my closeup"
General: "Idiot SOB's"
Mayor: "Damn, why didn't I use those darn school buses" "A pair of Nikes anyone?"
Two zeros and a crazy broad with bad hair. The company I'll keep for a chance to meet the President.
LTG Honore: "... and here I am, stuck in the middle with you...."
Oh my God. This wind. Since the military is already here, do I have to call them this time?
Governor declares her hair a disaster area, blasts FEMA for lack of response
Gen. Honore: I'd rather be in Iraq than deal with these mo-rons. Especially that Blanco. Someone ought to tell her to lay off the sauce. They ain't paying me enough hazard pay to be in the same picture as these folks.
Gov. Blanco: See! This is what happens when I let the federal government intervene. I have a bad hair day! They're incompetent I tell you.
DHS Chertoff: Will someone please advise me as to what is going on on the ground?
Aide behind Chertoff - you are on the ground.
Mayor Nagin: I am so glad I bought that house in Dallas, cuz I'm never going to be able to show my face in town without a military escort.
"...I'm a little pee pot,
Short and stout.
Here is my handle,
Hear me spout..."
Gosh, I wish the Governor'd used Scope!
I love the smell of sewage in the morning...
She's HAIR-sterical
Killing Jihadis in Iraq is easier than having to work with these clowns. And more fun. I wonder if we can we send them to Abu Ghraib ...
Blanco: Oh Dear! Nobody told me the Russian Spetznatz were taking over!
(My opinion on the new uniforms...)
All the above are great, but "Rita" is my favorite. BTW, I would vote for the GENERAL for president. He knows how to get it done.
To: Llucifer
If he isn't interested in Pres, I'm thinking he stands an pretty decent chance at Gov of LA.
-=JD=-
Damn, General!!---what did you have for lunch? Don't you think you should go wipe?
Recently snapped photo in Louisiana of some of the major players in Katrina....
Let's listen in on what they're thinking..
Blanco: Yikes, the air in my head just escaped!
Nagin: Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Chertoff: You'd think Nagin would have showered by now, phwew!
General Honore: F*%#@ng civilians!!!
Blanco thought bubble: "I hope they don't smell that!"
Nagin: "Ahhh... the sweet smell of NeAwlins!"
Chertoff: "What is that God-awful smell?"
Honore: "Hmmm... last time I smelled that I was in a Thai whorehouse..."
Lt.Gen.Honore to photographer..."I'd rather take an ASS BEATING than be seen with these punks!"
Honore: There's enough static electricity in her hair to power Orleans Parish!
At first, Lt. Gen Honore found Gov. Blanco's constant references to "There's Something About Mary" quite amusing, but this time, he thought, she had simply gone too far.
"Where men tread, a woman should dis-appear."
They all want me, they can't have me
So they come and dance beside me
Hey Macarena!
Lt General Honore thoughts...Hmmmpt, I think I know why Sadam was hiding in a rat hole and Osama held up in Tora Bora...Nagin & Blanco coordinated their emergency evacuation plan....Note to self, if they mention traveling by school bus anywhere...I'm outta here...boots on the ground. Double time.
Honore: "...and you people wonder why I'm here"...
Wow! Now I understand why armies had so many camp followers!
JablesD, good job. He also said "can you believe these s--t heads?".
Chertoff clearly smells it and — judging by the way it blasted her hair straight up in the air — Blanco clearly dealt it.
Bad hair day meets little-or-no hair day.
Lt. General Honore: Oh my God! Larry, Moe, Curly and me. Why me?
General Honore: Maybe if I ignore them, they'll go away...
"Don't get stuck on stupid!"