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With all the terrible things going on in this world of ours, stop for a moment and look around you, and be glad for what you've got!! Here's hoping everyone (wiether you celebrate Christmas, Xmas - watch out for Santa!- , Hanukah, or what ever winter festival you have), has a wonderful time with friends and family! Don't forget, New Years is right around the corner. Don't bother making any resolutions, because we all know they don't get kept!!!! LOL!!!

It started out well enough....... Got shot up trying to kill the target... So let's nurse it back to the boat..... Compensating for the damage with rudder & throttle work; boat in sight, I'm in the pattern..... And........ I ran out of lift JUST off the stern. Translation: It quit flying and began falling out of the air. The fireball was spectacular, though.

Lockheed F-104H Starfighter - 318th Fighter-Interceptor Squadron, Aerospace Defense Command, USAF, 1971 On March 15th 1963, two Soviet bombers overflew Alaska and despite a desperate chase the F-102A's of Alaskan Air Command were unable to intercept them. The immediate response to this embarrassing intrusion was to deploy ten F-106A's drawn from various Aerospace Defense Command Fighter-Interceptor Squadrons to Alaska and to recall the remaining F-104A's that had previously been transferred to the Air National Guard back in 1960. Despite the excellence of the F-106A it did come with a pretty hefty price tag and Aerospace Defense Command realised that in order to replace the earlier F-101's and F-102's a cheaper alternative was required. With Lockheed's multi-role F-104G Starfighter in a high-rate of production the relatively low unit cost attracted the attention of the US Secretary of Defence Robert McNamara who authorised production of the F-104H a dedicated interceptor version based on the F-104Gand an initial order for 200 was made. The F-104H was powered by the uprated General Electric J79-GE-10 engine rated at 11,905 lbf dry thrust and 17,844 lbf thrust with afterburner although initial deliveries were powered by the earlier J79-GE-8B. The F-104H incorporated the advanced Litton LN-3 inertial navigation system and also featured the Autonetics NASARR F-15J-50 radar and fire control system optimised for the air-to-air mode with all ground-mapping, contour-mapping and terrain-avoidance modes deleted. After some debate, the M61 20mm cannon was retained but the main armament for the F-104H was the AIM-7 Sparrow semi-active homing missile, the AIM-9 Sidewinder infra-red heat-seeking missile and the AIR-2 Genie unguided air-to-air rocket with a 1.5 kt nuclear warhead. Entering service in April 1965 the F-104H eventually served with nine squadrons and was gradually withdrawn from Aerospace Defense Command service from the late 1970's onwards - a relatively short service life. Template Credit: bobrock (you'll find it in the SF1 downloads section). Stock decals apart from the 318th FIS' tail marking. 318STARFIGHTERTAIL.TGA DECALS.ini

Spend it how YOU like it! Enjoy the food and festivities and indulge, or create a cocoon to hide in for a time... Whatever floats your boat, have a good one! Muesli & The Dude

bigger boss from the heath....

Wrench... absolutely love it!! Thank you very, very much! I got my Crew Chief back at Da Nang to paint out my drop tanks. It's nothin' fancy, but he did a rough enough job (the mapping is pretty funky, and a skinner I am not!). B-57B_TANK.BMP Also got the mechanics to sort me some favourite loadouts. Anyone who wants to give 'em a try is more than welcome, and I also loaded in some 'Nam pilot skins from my downloads (sorry, I don't recall the artist after all these years, but someone will know; most CA members will already have then lurking around in their archives). These 500-pounders, I'm pretty sure, are by Ravenclaw, and I recall they came with a Mirage III or Israeli Air Force download; again, CA members probably already have 'em around... and I'm excited to see Raveclaw's Weapon Pack 3 has just dropped! I've used the SpecficStationCode statements to manage my ordnance, so some modding knowledge will be needed if anyone wants to try the 500-pounder loadout. I subbed out the NUC bomb bay for this SF2 Vietnam install, but will use them both in my SF2 Europe install. I'm still fine-tuning, but these are my current file versions for anyone interested: B-57B_COCKPIT.INI B-57B_DATA.INI B-57B_LOADOUT.INI Thanks again Wrench, you're an absolute legend! KB

Merry Christmas Kevin! And for all of CombatAce members!

Have a merry and peaceful christmas wherever you are in the world.

I reported the facebook page for link to piracy (it's a link to the game on MediaFire of the SF2 NA gamekit), for IP infringement and for not asking permission for IP work. I also reported on ModDB the page for IP infringement and publishing material without authors consent.

last minute Christmas skinning

SitRep: RAF Fairford. Parking positions for airplanes are set now. Take off positions now in 2 rows instead 4 rows for mass take off. It's impressive to see the big birds.

Merry Christmas to all our supporters, may you and your families have a great New Year 2024 too. For Christmas cheer here's a shot from the refreshed Nieuport 17 coming in the Belgian Expansion, new features, improved texture (French Colours) and remapped surfaces and so on.

View File Fiat G.91T.3 Reduxe Fiat G.91T.3 Reduxe for SF2 WHAT´S IN: 4 aircraft with 25 brand new highrez (8K) skins I always liked this little bird and so I reworked it a bit. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Installation: 1st you have to delete earlier Versions of the G.91T.3 in your Aircraft folder. Elsewise there will be conflicts!!! Simply copy all the files in the respective directory of your game folder. "User"\Saved Games\ThirdWire\StrikeFighters2 If asked, let overwrite ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Animation key 1 = Canopy open / close ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Credits: ErikGen: Creator of the original G.91 Models Stary: Creator of Cockpits models Spillone104: Part of the original Gina Team ID(io)T Team: Original Frecce Tricolori Pilot GKABS: original Pilot (reworked for AMI by Soulfreak) Diego: GAF Pilot model Ravenclaw007: GAF Pilot repaint & Weapons. Soulfreak: All paintwork, all decals, Hangar & Loading screens & ini dance Special thanks to the Dornier Museum. They provided me great references (t.O.) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Legal stuff: This mod is freeware. Commercial use is not allowed. If anyone will use this mod or parts of it, my permission is needed! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ It was tested in a SF2 complete installation. Schapen, Dezember 24th 2023 Carlo "Soulfreak" Heuer Submitter Soulfreak Submitted 12/24/2023 Category Other Origin  

Have a safe, and enjoyable Christmas everyone. Let us hope that the oncoming year is a better one than the trainwreck that was 2023 Spare a thought for the members of the Armed Forces on deployment around the world, and an extra special thought for the mebers of the Emergency Services, who work to keep us all safe and well Merry Christmas, and a very very Happy New Year.

Weapons pack 3 ( Rockets & Rocket Pods ) uploadet and waiting for approval F-4E with a new detail Merry Christmas and a Happy new Year to all

Great Work Mario!! Really beautiful pics!!

Guess what I just watched on Disney+ tonight... Someone else on their way to Lakenheath, tonight in 1957, who had a problem en-route....

View File [Fictional] A-7E Corsair - Marineflieger Fictional A-7E Corsair II German Navy Air Arm service. This is based mainly on stock files. Basic modding skills are required to run this mod. (copy/paste, mod folder structure, etc.) Install: Copy and paste specific folders into the correct destination. A fake pilot is required to run this mod. Also, the Thirdwire Corsair cockpit is required from the original game. I have attached the needed files for weapon loadouts. You might want to edit the loadout.ini file to match your weapons in the weapon folder. AS-34 Kormoran and the fictional launcher 'Aero5' for Kormoran are made by Ravenclaw. All skins are done by me in 4096x4096 format based on my templates. New Bump maps. All decals are made by me and cover all historical serial numbers. Report bugs. * Expect the unexpected. Live long and prosper. Jarek Hereda THIS MODEL IS ONLY TO BE DISTRIBUTED AS FREEWARE AND IN NO OTHER CIRCUMSTANCE SHALL IT BE USED, EVEN IN PART OF ANYTHING THAT IS PAYWARE. UNDER THE COMBAT ACE MODDERS AGREEMENT * report BIG bugs...If I misspelled something or forgot to add a sound file...for dog's sake try to fix it. Not like this mod is using some ancient or extraterrestrial files.. Submitter yakarov79 Submitted 12/24/2023 Category What If Hangar  

Merry Christmas to you and your family my Combatace Friends !

No problem And Merry Christmas.

Peace freedom and health for everyone who read this!!!!!!!!!

your welcome! it was a nice test of (what little) skill I have in erasing layers !!!

Update uploaded. - Fixed F Mk.1 -wings, bump maps, airbrakes, data file, lod. skin with B-type roundel on upper wing surfaces - all should be overwritten. - F Mk.3 '44 - skin with B-type roundel on upper wings surfaces this is optional but I think this is right for its time frame - all should be overwritten - F Mk.3 '45 - skin with B-type roundel on upper wings surfaces for 616 and 263 Sq. this is optional but I think this is right for its time frame - all should be overwritten New Meteor F Mk.3 '46 with Derwent 5 engines in long chord nacelles. Last 15 Mk.3 build. New model, new additional decals. For sure it flew with No.56 Squadron. I added an additional 3 skin sets. RAF Update V1 - should always be put on top of the main install. Due to the size of the pack, I am not going to update the original files. So waiting for approval.

Lockheed F-104H Starfighter - 318th Fighter Interceptor Squadron, Aerospace Defence Command, USAF, 1971 The real F-104H was actually a dumbed down export variant that did not proceed

View File Fiat G.91T.1 & R.1B Fiat G.91T.1 & R.1B for SF2 WHAT´S IN: 4 aircraft with 14 brand new highrez (8K) skins I always liked this little bird and so I reworked it a bit for the AMI. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Installation: 1st you have to delete earlier Versions of the G.91T.1 in your Aircraft folder. Elsewise there will be conflicts!!! Simply copy all the files in the respective directory of your game folder. "User"\Saved Games\ThirdWire\StrikeFighters2 If asked, let overwrite ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Animation key 1 = Canopy open / close ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Credits: ErikGen: Creator of the original G.91 Models Stary: Creator of Cockpits models DenisOliveira: new 3D parts (Nose hole Fix of R.4 model) Spillone104: Part of the original Gina Team ID(io)T Team: Original Frecce Tricolori Pilot GKABS: original Pilot (reworked for AMI by Soulfreak) Soulfreak: All paintwork, all decals, Hangar & Loading screens & ini dance Special thanks to Richard Caruana wo helped me a lot with AMI fonts. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Legal stuff: This mod is freeware. Commercial use is not allowed. If anyone will use this mod or parts of it, my permission is needed! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ It was tested in a SF2 complete installation. Known Issue is that the T.1 has problems with rudder offset from time to time. But I can´t fix it. :-( Schapen, Dezember 23rd 2023 Carlo "Soulfreak" Heuer Submitter Soulfreak Submitted 12/23/2023 Category Other Origin  

Squadron take off.

That Journal of FCdr Douglas Bell-Gordon, DSC 9 Squadron, RNAS Part 26 18 November 1917. On board SS Middleham Castle. Third day at sea. The seasickness caught me by surprise – didn’t expect to be so vulnerable after my flying experience. Looking out over the rail of the Middleham Castle, I counted eight vessels on the port side. This was a small convoy, just over a dozen ships in all. In the distance brownish-black smoke curled away from an escorting destroyer. I gazed down into the grey waters folding and falling in icy rhythm. What lay beneath? We had seen dolphins earlier. Below here was the realm of sharks and cod. Sharks eating cod. The story of nature – the big fish eat the small fish. It’s all very simple. Then along comes man and their collaboration. Now the little fish work together and build weapons to attack the big fish. No more random, simple predation. Now we have proper wars, the ultimate product of civilisation. But why should we evolve into warmaking creatures? I thought about this for several minutes. Perhaps in the end it’s all mathematically the same. Millions would die anyway with predators thinning out the race of men one at a time. Thanks to collaboration, however, we now get the job done in a few years and then with luck enjoy brief periods of peace before the next thinning-out. In the brief periods of peace we can get on with the job of improving our lot. That’s the evolutionary benefit. Thus pleased with my reasoning, I threw up my breakfast. 4 December 1917. Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada. Where to begin? The ship reached Halifax early – 24 November. That morning I went on deck and saw the shore of Nova Scotia emerging from the mist, all granite and windblown pine. We passed Sambro Head a couple of hours later and steamed at slow speed to give time for the Navy to open the harbour booms. Point Pleasant Park slipped past on the port side. I’d spent many a happy hour as a boy playing Rob Roy MacGregor in the woods there. Now released from convoy stations, each ship paused at the Examination Anchorage off McNab’s Island to be cleared into the harbour. The war had changed Halifax. British destroyers and Canadian patrol vessels cluttered the harbour, plus the at least one American vessel laid at anchor. It struck me odd how nearly all the city buildings were wooden. I suppose this had always been the case, but I was not used to it any more. The Citadel still stood watch over the harbour. The Middleham Castle was guided into Pier 2. This was in normal times the immigration terminal. These days it was mainly used as an embarkation point for troopships. Our ship was destined for repairs in the nearby drydock. Pier 2 was where I got off. Paperwork in the terminal took only a few minutes. From there I crossed the railroad tracks to the harbourside road and looked for a taxi. I had wired my parents from Liverpool and told them to expect me on the 25th at the earliest, so no one was here to meet me. So onto my shoulder with the duffle bag and on up the never-ending hill, following Cornwallis Street to the North Commons, thence across the windswept open Commons to the intersection known as the Willow Tree. I stopped for a coffee at a small café on Quinpool Road. It was getting late in the afternoon and the sun was down over the rooftops. Time to get home. I made my way past several streets to Jubilee Road. At the corner I saw my home – it was one of the few red brick places around, a compact two-storey detached house with a bow window. I crossed the street and began imagining what I would say to my mother. Just then came a stentorian bellow: “Stand fast, young man!” And down the street from behind me strode my father. He looked like the same strapping fellow I’d always admired, tall and broad-shouldered with a full moustache. He wore his favourite grey overcoat and bowler hat and carried a fine walking stick. Only I knew the weight of the ornamental brass knob at the end of the stick. Pop was a police detective and never left home without some means to take down the meanest thug in Halifax. The reunion was joyous. Mum cried for a good half hour and Pop went to the cellar to retrieve a bottle of whisky. Halifax had come under the Temperance Act after I left for England and was now a dry city. You could make booze and export it, but you couldn’t own it, drink it, or transport it for any reason except lawful export. Veteran policeman, however, might occasionally acquire a cheeky bottle or two for medicinal purposes. I was plied with questions about flying and about the front. Quite to my surprise I answered honestly and did not try to paint an overly rosy picture. Inevitably, Pop asked me if I had fought any German aircraft. I told him that I had been officially credited with the destruction of twenty-three Huns. A very long silence followed and Mum stared at me as though I was a stranger. Pop poured me a long drink. Then he did the same for himself. The next week and a half were spent visiting neighbours, schoolteachers, and the odd chum who was still in town. My sister Maggie was away, headed for England with the Red Cross. We wrote a “family letter” to her. One day, Pop took me to lunch at the Busy Bee Café on Barrington Street with a friend of his who was influential in the Dominion Police. He was angling for me to join that force after the war. The Dominion Police are a federal force. They do a lot of work avoiding smuggling, not the most interesting subject. But they have some responsibility for national counterintelligence work. That could be of interest. Still, my mind was not ready to grapple with thoughts of a peacetime career. 8 December 1917. Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada. Everything has changed. Everything. I slept late on the morning of 6 December. Pop left for work long before. I went downstairs in my pyjamas and slippers and enjoyed a cup of tea and some toast while chatting with Mum. She was telling me about Gail, a neighbour from down the road who was expecting her fourth child. Mum was laughing as she related how Gail’s oldest girl was upset at the thought of a new sibling. Then the house shook violently. I heard window glass shattering upstairs and three of Mum’s precious china plates fell from a plate rail in the dining room. A deafening roar – louder than anything I’d heard in France. We both dived under the table and waited while the house continued to shake and rattle. Then I ran outside. Jubilee Road seemed normal at first. Then I saw that two trees were down farther up the road towards Robie Street. On many of the houses all the windows were smashed. Somewhat more sheltered, our house had lost only the upper windows at the front. Across the street and farther up, the roof of one house laid shattered on the pavement in front. A greasy, charcoal-coloured cloud rose above the rooftops. I heard my mother gasping. “Oh dear Lord, what is happening?” “No idea,” I said. “Are the Germans here?” I shook my head. “They have nothing like this. Maybe it’s a magazine explosion. I need to find out and see if they need help. I’m going to get dressed. Can you check on the neighbours?” Already we could hear the sound of children screaming and women crying. Minutes later I was in my work dress uniform and watch coat, striding up to Robie Street. The thick, roiling cloud rose a mile over the city. At first the damage seemed scattered. There was a piece of jagged metal lying in front of one of the houses on our street. A wagon lay on its side on Robie Street, the horse kicking and screaming in panic. I crossed over to the North Commons. Nearly half of the temporary barracks buildings there were damaged or destroyed. The sandstone Armoury still stood guard across the field. Its semicircular window over the doors was mostly gone. I headed diagonally across the Commons to the end of Agricola Street. Here the telephone poles were fallen and wires draped everywhere. In places entire houses had collapsed. There were screams and shouts. Already teams of militia soldiers frantically searched for survivors. I spotted an officer and asked him what had happened. “Not sure, really,” he said. “There are rumours of a munitions ship going up. Then again, a fellow just told me there was a Zeppelin over Dartmouth.” I knew this was impossible but said nothing. A voice cried out from the rubble behind us. The officer directed two men to follow me and the three of us dug through splintered wood and bits of plaster until we found an elderly man pinned under a roof beam. His face was torn with bits of broken glass and I could not make out his eyes. We got him out and carried him to the side of the road. Someone brought a blanket. Men were working with shovels and axes to clear an open lane for wagons or lorries. Already one could smell smoke and see flames here and there in the wreckage where stoves and coal fires had been upset. I worked the entire morning along that street, all the time thinking that I should report to the Navy. At noon a lieutenant told me that I could get tea and a sandwich back at the Armoury. Instead I continued walking along Agricola, arriving at North Street, where I turned down the hill toward the harbour. The North Street train station was a ruin. The glass roof had fallen in and the walls were down in places. The closer I got to the harbour more total the devastation became. At Barrington Street I met a petty officer who had some information. It seems that a French munitions ship collided with another vessel bringing relief supplies to Belgium. This happened at the Narrows, which as the name implies is the narrowest part of the harbour, coming just before the end of the harbour opens into a broad bay called Bedford Basin. The Basin is where convoys formed up. Anyway, when the vessels collided the French ship caught fire. Then the whole place went up. According to the petty officer, the entire north end of the city is destroyed. He pointed to Wellington Barracks, just visible through the broken trees from where we stood. The small magazine next to the barracks had caught fire after the blast, but soldiers had worked to get it under control. “A lot of folks started to panic that there was going to be another explosion,” the petty officer said. “We’re going to have a job keeping people from going nuts with rumours.” He had not exaggerated about the north end being levelled. By the time I got to Barrington Street, it was clear how very dire the situation was. This part of the city had simply ceased to exist. I was reminded of Ypres. Except that at Ypres the rubble was brick and stone. Here there was only shattered lumber and a few stumps of chimneys. Street after street were erased. Close to the harbour the sugar mill and brewery had collapsed and train carriages lay on their sides. The Belgian Relief ship, badly damaged, lay against the far shore. Ships at the naval dockyard showed signs of damage. My old ship, the Middleham Castle, was now berthed near the drydock. Its funnel hung over at a sharp angle. I later heard that the ship’s third engineer had been blown from its decks and landed naked at Fort Needham, nearly two miles away! I went to the dockyard and reported to the old cruiser HMCS Niobe, which acted these days as the headquarters for the Royal Canadian Navy. There a British senior officer assigned me to lead a rescue team of ratings. We had a wagon to transport the injured to the dockyard. All the hospitals were filling up and one of the American ships in the harbour had been quickly converted to a hospital vessel. Before setting off, I enquired about my return to France. Originally I was set to return on the same ship I arrived in, but it was clear that the Middleham Castle was not leaving Halifax any time soon. They told me they would try to get me back on a convoy but for the time being I was a rescue worker. Militia soldiers searching the ruins – 7 December 1917 Ruins of Richmond, looking toward the Narrows 11 December 1917. Aboard HMS Highflyer. There is no need to write down everything I did in the next few days. Those memories are burned into my brain for life. That first day we worked our way north towards the Basin. Crews cleared a single lane along Barrington Street. We left the dead alongside the street and loaded the injured on our wagon. That afternoon we collected more than two dozen women and children who were blinded. They had been watching the fires on the Mont Blanc, the munitions ship, and the Imo, the Belgian Relief ship. Windows shattered in their faces as their houses collapsed around them. We were directed to send all the poor blinded victims to Camp Hill Hospital. I returned home very late that evening to find that my mother had opened our house to our expectant neighbour Gail and her children, as well as two other local families whose houses were no longer safe. We were lucky. Our street was partially sheltered from the blast by Citadel Hill and the slightly higher ground at the North Commons. Pop sent a message that he would likely not be home for a few days. Prime Minister Borden was coming to town and Pop was preparing for meetings at City Hall, where they would be setting up committees and emergency relief organisations. The following day, 7 December, was marked by a blizzard. Six inches of snow fell over the ruined city. We continued the grisly task of digging through the wreckage looking for survivors. The first relief trains arrived that day, to be followed by many more from Montreal and Boston especially. Public buildings and halls were converted into makeshift hospitals. More than 300 doctors and nurses arrived from other parts of the Maritimes, with hundreds more coming from the United States and the rest of Canada. As the morgues of the city were overwhelmed within hours, orders were given to bring the dead to the basement of Chebucto Road School. Our work was occasionally hindered by crowds of onlookers. Police Chief Hanrahan stopped that by issuing passes to all those authorised to be in the “devastated area.” Three more days of mind-searing rescue work followed, with fewer and fewer survivors coming out of the ruins. On 9 December I returned to Niobe to enquire about my return to France. After a couple of fruitless hours being bounced from one officer to another, I finally discovered someone who was aware of my existence. My travel documents were already prepared. I was ordered to board the British light cruiser HMS Highflyer the following evening. Highflyer was to escort the first convoy out of Halifax. On 10 December, Pop returned home for the first time since the explosion. He had a bath and a drink and then we all had tea together. No taxis were running, so he arranged for a police vehicle to drive me down to Bedford Basin to board the ship’s boat. We put to sea early the next morning, slipping in single file through the Narrows. We passed the wreck of the Imo along the Dartmouth shore. I asked about the Mont Blanc. It had simply ceased to exist. We passed McNab’s Island and proceeded at dead slow while the thirty-four ships of the convoy sorted themselves into rows and columns as they headed to the open ocean. We were bound for Plymouth. that The Imo after the blast Barrington Street YMCA, converted to a temporary hospital Notes The Halifax Explosion of 6 December 1917 was the largest man-made explosion before the atomic era. It was triggered by a series of errors resulting in the Imo entering the narrows on the wrong side of the harbour. The Mont Blanc sounded its horn and held course. Although the ships collided at slow speed, the results were devastating. The Mont Blanc carried a cargo of high explosives, including TNT and picric acid. Its deck cargo included barrels of highly volatile benzol. The collision ignited the benzol on deck. The ship burned and drifted toward the north end district of Halifax known as Richmond, where it went aground. At 9:04 AM, the burning benzol found its way below decks to the main cargo. The blast wave flattened the north end of the city and caused damage across a wider radius. The explosion also caused a tsunami up to 60 feet above normal sea level as the blast laid bare the harbour floor and the water crashed back to fill the void. The explosion and tsunami killed nearly 2000 residents. 9000 were injured, many of whom had been watching the fire on the Mont Blanc through their windows and who were completely or partially blinded by the storm of glass fragments when the blast wave hit. About 6000 Haligonians were left homeless. As a reminder of the strength of the blast, the shaft of one of the Mont Blanc’s anchors landed across the Northwest Arm about two and a half miles from the site of the collision. The shaft, weighing more than a thousand pounds, had flown over the entire city and the waters of the Arm before landing there. It is today mounted in a small park near where it landed. Amidst the horrors of the tragedy lies a more positive tale. The heroic relief efforts in the wake of the explosion were a lesson for future generations. Overnight, public spaces were turned into hospitals. Trainloads of medical personnel and supplies arrived from across Canada and the US. Innovations in ophthalmic surgery, emergency and rehabilitative medicine, prosthetic design, and emergency response organisation followed. Canadian and British governments donated millions for reconstruction. The explosion was a major factor in the establishment of the Canadian National Institute for the Blind. The CNIB is still a major charitable institution providing service and support for persons with visual disabilities. Incredibly, as Douglas’s story illustrates, the port of Halifax was able to resume its wartime duties within less than a week of the explosion. As a final footnote, the province of Nova Scotia sends a giant Christmas tree to the city of Boston each year as a token of gratitude to the residents of that city for the support provided to Halifax in the wake of the 1917 disaster.

230 gals finished ;-)