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Maggie’s Motivational Pic Thread v2.0 - - New Rules - See Post #1
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Bacon mac & cheese polish sausage? I'd eat that, but I can feel an artery clogging now.
Judy, a purebred pointer, was the mascot of several ships in the Pacific, and was captured by the Japanese in 1942 and taken to a prison camp. There she met Aircraftsman Frank Williams, who shared his small portion of rice with her.
Judy raised morale in the POW camp, and also barked when poisonous snakes, crocodiles or even tigers approached the prisoners. When the prisoners were shipped back to Singapore, she was smuggled out in a rice sack, never whimpering or betraying her presence to the guards.
The next day, that ship was torpedoed. Williams pushed Judy out of a porthole in an attempt to save her life, even though there was a 15-foot drop to the sea. He made his own escape from the ship, but was then recaptured and sent to a new POW camp.
He didn't know if Judy had survived, but soon he began hearing stories about a dog helping drowning men reach pieces of debris after the shipwreck. And when Williams arrived at the new camp, he said: "I couldn’t believe my eyes! As I walked through the gate, a scraggly dog hit me square between the shoulders and knocked me over. I’d never been so glad to see the old girl!"
They spent a year together at that camp in Sumatra. "Judy saved my life in so many ways," said Williams. "But the greatest of all was giving me a reason to live. All I had to do was look into those weary, bloodshot eyes and ask myself: 'What would happen to her if I died?' I had to keep going."
Once hostilities ceased, Judy was then smuggled aboard a troopship heading back to Liverpool. In England, she was awarded the Dickin Medal (the "Victoria Cross" for animals) in May 1946. Her citation reads: "For magnificent courage and endurance in Japanese prison camps, which helped to maintain morale among her fellow prisoners, and also for saving many lives through her intelligence and watchfulness".
At the same time, Frank Williams was awarded the PDSA's White Cross of St. Giles for his devotion to Judy. Frank and Judy spent a year after the war visiting the relatives of English POWs who had not survived, and Frank said that Judy "always provided a comforting presence to the families."
When Judy finally died at the age of 13, Frank spent two months building a granite and marble memorial in her memory, which included a plaque describing her life story.
Judy raised morale in the POW camp, and also barked when poisonous snakes, crocodiles or even tigers approached the prisoners. When the prisoners were shipped back to Singapore, she was smuggled out in a rice sack, never whimpering or betraying her presence to the guards.
The next day, that ship was torpedoed. Williams pushed Judy out of a porthole in an attempt to save her life, even though there was a 15-foot drop to the sea. He made his own escape from the ship, but was then recaptured and sent to a new POW camp.
He didn't know if Judy had survived, but soon he began hearing stories about a dog helping drowning men reach pieces of debris after the shipwreck. And when Williams arrived at the new camp, he said: "I couldn’t believe my eyes! As I walked through the gate, a scraggly dog hit me square between the shoulders and knocked me over. I’d never been so glad to see the old girl!"
They spent a year together at that camp in Sumatra. "Judy saved my life in so many ways," said Williams. "But the greatest of all was giving me a reason to live. All I had to do was look into those weary, bloodshot eyes and ask myself: 'What would happen to her if I died?' I had to keep going."
Once hostilities ceased, Judy was then smuggled aboard a troopship heading back to Liverpool. In England, she was awarded the Dickin Medal (the "Victoria Cross" for animals) in May 1946. Her citation reads: "For magnificent courage and endurance in Japanese prison camps, which helped to maintain morale among her fellow prisoners, and also for saving many lives through her intelligence and watchfulness".
At the same time, Frank Williams was awarded the PDSA's White Cross of St. Giles for his devotion to Judy. Frank and Judy spent a year after the war visiting the relatives of English POWs who had not survived, and Frank said that Judy "always provided a comforting presence to the families."
When Judy finally died at the age of 13, Frank spent two months building a granite and marble memorial in her memory, which included a plaque describing her life story.
Never discount what a pup means to a soldier.Judy, a purebred pointer, was the mascot of several ships in the Pacific, and was captured by the Japanese in 1942 and taken to a prison camp. There she met Aircraftsman Frank Williams, who shared his small portion of rice with her.
Judy raised morale in the POW camp, and also barked when poisonous snakes, crocodiles or even tigers approached the prisoners. When the prisoners were shipped back to Singapore, she was smuggled out in a rice sack, never whimpering or betraying her presence to the guards.
The next day, that ship was torpedoed. Williams pushed Judy out of a porthole in an attempt to save her life, even though there was a 15-foot drop to the sea. He made his own escape from the ship, but was then recaptured and sent to a new POW camp.
He didn't know if Judy had survived, but soon he began hearing stories about a dog helping drowning men reach pieces of debris after the shipwreck. And when Williams arrived at the new camp, he said: "I couldn’t believe my eyes! As I walked through the gate, a scraggly dog hit me square between the shoulders and knocked me over. I’d never been so glad to see the old girl!"
They spent a year together at that camp in Sumatra. "Judy saved my life in so many ways," said Williams. "But the greatest of all was giving me a reason to live. All I had to do was look into those weary, bloodshot eyes and ask myself: 'What would happen to her if I died?' I had to keep going."
Once hostilities ceased, Judy was then smuggled aboard a troopship heading back to Liverpool. In England, she was awarded the Dickin Medal (the "Victoria Cross" for animals) in May 1946. Her citation reads: "For magnificent courage and endurance in Japanese prison camps, which helped to maintain morale among her fellow prisoners, and also for saving many lives through her intelligence and watchfulness".
At the same time, Frank Williams was awarded the PDSA's White Cross of St. Giles for his devotion to Judy. Frank and Judy spent a year after the war visiting the relatives of English POWs who had not survived, and Frank said that Judy "always provided a comforting presence to the families."
When Judy finally died at the age of 13, Frank spent two months building a granite and marble memorial in her memory, which included a plaque describing her life story.
I had my girl Socks on my last deployment to Iraq.
Just a stray who wandered into the motorpool one day.
She was my salvation, my connection to reality... to sanity... to home.
Had her for 5 wonderful months.
The Chaplin, even put me in contact with a lady who was down in Kuwait, so I could get her shipped home.
She disappeared once for 3 days. Was filthy, and starving upon her return.
Later on, she disappeared again. This time for almost 2 weeks. She was brought back from Anaconda with a PFC from 3rd Plt who recognized her. "That's Socks, Sgt Maximus's dog."
About a month later, she disappeared for good. I never saw her again. It was the most devastating time I ever had... on any deployment. Especially after I got blowed up, taken off missions, and stuck on base as Sgt of the guard. Fun-ass job overseeing the gun towers for two months... Had to beg to get back on the road.
Just before we rotated back, I learned why all that happened.
The "no pet rule". (despite them having a cat at the TOC crawling all over the computers)
I would leave her when I went on missions... I THOUGHT to keep her safe.
What I didn't know was nobody else was looking after her in my absence.
She would cry at night, and bother people.
The SGM Got pissed, and decided to get rid of her.
First time, he sent guys out in the desert to drop her off. She found her way home to me.
Second time he gave her to a passing unit, who took her to Anaconda, where she was recognized by on of our own people. One who was faithful to me.
Last time... he had her shot while I was out on a mission.
I almost went to Leavenworth that day...
Just a friendly local I met out on a mission...
You sir, are a better man than I.
2 beings would not have left the desert that day; myself sure as fuck not being one of them. Makes me think of Casino; except he would dig his own hole before I blew his knee caps out, and left him for the desert vermin to finish off.
I hope you at least broke his fucking nose. Wouldn't be able to trust somepne after an event like that.
For the record, this is one of the more sad stories I've read in the MPT. And there are some good ones. I have days where I'd give my fucking dogs away; but if you ever tried to take them, I would feed you your fucking heart, without any remorse and probably using a rusty razor just to make it really suck.
I am truly sorry for your loss: a good story, yet, a terrible one.
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That mother fucker will rot in hell.
Ha jokes on her i dont have much
Yeah, just wanted to send him there myself. Glad my guys talked me down. The kids were still little back then. Would have missed a lot sitting in prison all this time.
I was told by my fellow NCO who carried out the deed. I actually lock & loaded on him when he told me. It was literally at the point where we were turning in ammo to go home. (guess he thought he was safe) He must have jumped at the chance to get back at me, having missed the first half of the deployment. I broke his leg playing football during the spin-up. Probably told me just to get my reaction. I'm sure he was told not to. My guys had to talk me down. Only reason I wasn't arrested is so there wasn't a record of the event. I never saw SGM Dickless again after that, and I was never alone with Sgt Walking-dead after that. I did advise him what I'd do If I ever ran into him back in the world, but I never have.
Do these jeans make my tits look big?
That kind of shit is why I got out.
