May 2010 - Argghhh!

Now, we have Castle Animal Farm... where some Armorers are more equal than others. Or something like that. But, oddly enough, all are subject to Farmer She Who Will Be Obeyed. In yesterday's "Stand, and Deliver!" post, there was whinage from the ankle-biting garden pests readers, well, the apparently hirsute (according to Saker, anyway) Dark Lord Sly:Where is the keggerator??? Geez, after going on about the darn thing, (in fine bardsmanlike fashion, mind you) and not a single pic of...

By Sgt. Adrienne Killingsworth18th Military Police Brigade Public AffairsMANNHEIM, Germany – While a military working dog might officially be classified as a "highly specialized piece of equipment" by Army standards, in the world of military working dogs – especially where a dog is a partner, a friend and a battle buddy to its handler – the bond that develops is often one of genuine caring and love. To lose that partner – that buddy – is a loss that is deeply...

Castle Argghhh's Denizen Extraordinaire, Blood Spite had a close call with destiny this morning. On his way to work, his commute turned into a bone-chilling carnival ride. In an E-Mail he writes

An icon of my youth, and a friend of soldiers, has passed. Frank Frazetta . He allowed III Corps, the biggest, baddest, and heaviest unit in the Army, to adopt his Death Dealer as their symbol. I'm guessing he'll be allowed to get a brew at Fiddler's Green, since the III Armored Corps was the largest conglomeration of tankers in the free world. Mr. Frazetta never served, and the music I usually use in that case, Copeland's "Fanfare for the Common Man" doesn't seem apt...

In today's From the Front : (Click on link to read stories highlighted below) This post is courtesy of The Thunder Run

Not saying the Auld Soldier ever got a note like this. But there was this one time, at band camp...A father passing by his son's bedroom was astonished to see that his bed was nicely made and everything was picked up. Then he saw an Envelope, propped up prominently on the pillow that was addressed to 'Dad.' With the worst premonition he opened the envelope with trembling hands and read the letter. Dear Dad: It is with great regret and sorrow that I'm writing you. I had to elope with...

Gimme summa dis....

WTF, over?Time to kick over my rants about awards policy in the era of the Medal of Posthumous Honor (there are rumors that one is working that might go to a living recipient, if they don't die of old age first). You laugh - some of the historical Medals that are listed as posthumous are because the recipient simply wore out before someone got around to making the decision, not because they died earning the Medal. There have been Medals awarded to living people in the last 20 years - but only...