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Have no fear, the night shift is here. Been checking some other sites on the net and I am totally convinced that most of the world is crazy. I'm starting to think that the people on this thread might actually be normal. Yes I know that is a strange thing to say but if you wander around the net for a while you will understand.

Maybe it's like we are so far out from normal that we've come all the around to being normal, or maybe semi-normal? I'm not quite sure what my point is here...probably because the evening meds have worn off & it's still too early for the morning meds...or is it? Hmmmm...
 
Good morning all. Weather radar indicates it wise to cancel this morning's walk. A large line of fast moving sever thunderstorms is approaching. Houston does not need more rain, but it's coming again anyway. Maybe I'll get in a walk later. Each of you have a great day!
 
Truly my adolescent imagination runith wild!
Geoff
Who is tool old to hang at SF Cosplay locations.

Now it's the wife's turn to get bore scoped. And I got slide bit whilst clearing a stoppage. Looks like I will stick with the M-38.
Geoff
Who is sleepy, and stiff, in all the wrong places, and sore.

Old tool and bore scoped....
Yer killin' me here, Geoff :o
 
Have no fear, the night shift is here. Been checking some other sites on the net and I am totally convinced that most of the world is crazy. I'm starting to think that the people on this thread might actually be normal. Yes I know that is a strange thing to say but if you wander around the net for a while you will understand.

Normal :confused: I think you have finally gone around the bend.:eek:
 
Good morning all, starting out crummy here, 50 degrees and a slight mist for a rain. The rain is suppose to be gone? :confused:
Not really off to a good start today! :rolleyes:
I see the midnight oils were burning! :cool: I take it there were no emu or evil clown attacks?
Well hope everyone has a good one, I hope mine starts to get better! :cool:
I hate dreary dismal days! :(
 
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Good morning, Drifters! 39° F in Oranmore this morning. Looking forward to a nice Irish Breakfast and then off to Bunratty Castle. Have a Happy Wednesday![emoji2]

BCC,

You have not mentioned if you be liking the tea. The Irish have some fine teas. I have a fondness for Lyons Original myself. Sadly, I cannot get it locally anymore. Thanks for the pictures.
 
The recent photo of girls washing cars and the comments that followed got me to thinking, wondering, wandering, and drifting about human (well one side 👧 ) gender and anatomy?
The naval !!! 😮
So some research, found this Navel Gazing - Identity Theory
Evidently others have drifted around the naval ?
Seems the censors ( everybody drifting knows about censors in some form 🔔 ) have thought the naval should be hidden, I Dream Of Jeannie TV show being one classic example. Now the naval is no longer a mystery or an object of interest cause they are everywhere 👙 !!!! What changed, why ????????
The drift abides !! 👏
 
Looks like we have a little more weather coming here also. Radar shows two big blobs of orange and red, one down in Houston area and the other in Nebraska, South Dakota. These two areas are connected by a long string of rain with the potential for some thunder and lightning. So we may just string along (70% chance says the official people) with you guys getting the bad stuff!
Spring is interesting and ever changing ! 😒
 
I'm going to switch back to yesterday and today in 1945 off the shore of Okinawa mode.

The LST/LST (m) 677 got an official name USS Yolo, for Yolo County, CA. The battle is still raging onshore and at sea suicide attacks keep coming.



April 25, 1945

All hands were up at reveille after an uninterrupted night's sleep. Breakfast was ready! Yolo is feeding about 500 men each meal and provisioning 20 ships a day. From time to time a destroyer ties up and demands just about everything on board. Because the skipper outranks me, and they are part of the "fleet", they feel we are committed to their every wish. Too many commands want to order us about. My standard reply to the destroyer skippers and others who complain is - "Tell it to the admiral". Contradictory orders are issued, changed, revoked and issued again. Through it all we get plaudits for a job well done. Then suddenly a blistering dispatch is received ordering us to do something that has already been done or something we know nothing about and were not a party to in the first place!

The official name of the ship, U.S.S. Yolo, came through this afternoon. We have grown out of the amphibious fleet and into the train of the regular Navy. I had hoped that with the change the skipper might become a LCDR and thus have more authority.

Each ship coming alongside is given a ton of provisions. All of it is distributed by hand. The hard working crew of this ship are so tired at day's end sleep comes easily. Two transports, the Eastland and the Drew, gave us 62 tons of provisions during the day. This day the sky was partly to completely overcast, while the wind was from the northwest. No attacks developed due in part to the bad weather. While we saw none of the movement, units of the 77th Infantry Division were shuttled from Ie to the Okinawa beaches. Here their strength in numbers and material is needed to maintain pressure on the enemy before Shuri Castle.

April 26, 1945

From 0225 to 0401 Japanese aircraft were reported in most sectors from three to 15 miles away. Under good to excellent smoke the planes were not visible, although shore batteries fired. The ship secured from GQ at 0500 but the men slept in until 0800.

Ships fill the harbor while overhead a protective CAP hovers during the day. Convoys come and go. Despite its losses, the picket line functions to perfection. Unloading on the beaches is continuous. Admiral Turner's assistant flag secretary came over to talk about the personnel on board waiting for further assignment. He commented again on the good job we are doing. That is what counts!

At 2000 all department heads make their reports to me. These tell the story actually of our daily operations and the tremendous volume of work accomplished each day. Today, two returning transports, the Goodhue and again the Drew, transferred a ton of fresh and frozen provisions and 36.5 tons of dry stores to Yolo. The weather was sticky, hot and humid with sporadic periods of rain - a tough environment for handling stores.

But then came the upsetting moment of the day. Three full commanders assigned as prospective COs of destroyers and a Lt. Cmdr. reported on board for berthing and messing and to wait the arrival of their ships. The deck Quonset hut is available for officers but not with so much brass. Because of the constant turnover in officers and men we have difficulty keeping up with the demand for towels and sheets. The commanders were as furious as they might be at the quarters and refused to stay in the hut. After scrambl¬ing about, four bunks were made available in wardroom country. The four contended they would complain to the admiral, no less, and they did early the next morning. Meanwhile, Mr. Kinley took the boat to the flagship and explained that Yolo could not handle such high ranking officers and asked that scrambled egg officers be sent to a transport with quarters befitting their rank. Con¬ditions on board Yolo are primitive but adequate for those with fewer stripes. This vessel is too short of personnel to be a receiving ship. Amazingly our difficulties stem from the trivial.



Some entries in this diary make me chuckle. These quarters are not acceptable... in the middle of a nightmare... I have to shake my head. I'm glad Homer did not name the officers.
I thoroughly enjoy reading these exerpts from you Dad's wartime diary
Please continue posting them from time to time. If ever the drift had a purpose, reading the unedited thoughts of a young man in the midst of conflict might just be it.
 
I'm going to looking for this crew to be washing my freshly rained on Vette! :cool:
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We used to have a Mobil station that was closed on Sundays and the college girls would have a car wash there every Sunday, during the Summer to raise money for something, well it always turned into a wet tee shirt contest, you would get in line and after your car was washed, you would drive around the block and get back in line.:D
 
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