Dave

I need a 3D guru to make me a RORO container ship. Can someone help me that has some spare time? Please.

I wonder if the 57th FIS will be in this? They would be a huge part of any Iceland scenario.

Next time I will keep my big mouth shut. Sorry DanW and TK.

All I use them for is A2A refuel training and so they ramps have something cool as a static aircraft. I always have them in the air starting.

T'was the night before christmas, and all through the FOB Not a creature was stirring, not even a working dog. All but the night's guards were asleep in their CHUs Dreaming of ETSing and no more ACUs. When suddenly above the peaks, a roving guard did see a bright red light that filled his heart with glee. for he knew the red beacon belonged to a nose of Rudolph who led Santa to visit the Joes. The guard called the TOC, to pass on his sighting Of Santa's visit in the midst of all the fighting. Grunts and POGs arose from their slumber To give Jolly Saint Nick a greeting by the numbers. But suddenly another flash lit up the night. A rocket from insurgents in search of a fight. For the Taliban knew not the joy of the season And sought to cause chaos without logic or reason Their rocket flew true, and struck the red sleigh A cowardly attack for which they'd soon pay. Santa and his reindeer crashed on a high slope The landing was hard, but the troops held out hope The whole base was now on high alert. Everyone hoped Santa hadn't been hurt. QRF deployed, to retaliate with haste And to the crash site, the SAR birds did race presents lay strewn about the crash scene but Santa and his reindeer were nowhere to be seen Over hill and dale, the soldiers did look Inside every cave, cranny, and nook After an hour of searching, the troops thought with distress Santa had been captured, the night was a Taliban success But the troops didn't give up their perilous mission They would not rest until they found Santa's position For every troop saw Santa as one of their own And they wouldn't rest until they brought the man home. When finally word came as a red signal flare And every troop knew Santa was in despair From the Eleven Bravos, salty as dogs To the Forty Two Alphas stuck at the FOB To the Sixty Eight Whiskeys, aid bags in hand To the Ninety Nine Zulus, hidden in the sand And the Eighty Eight Mikes, Thirty Five Mikes and Foxes And the Ninety Two Yankees with their stacks of boxes The Thirty One Bravos, Thirteen Deltas too. Soldiers of all MOSes knew just what to do. They loaded up their MRAPs and M-ATVs And spun up the Blackhawks, Chinooks and 64D's The whole Brigade pushed up the hill Powered by a sheer force of will When finally they reached Santa's location And laid down cover fire for his evacuation They loaded the man on a CASEVAC chopper and gave the Taliban an ass whoopin' good and proper Before dawn it was clear the battle was won The surviving enemy had decided to run Santa survived the night with nary a scratch The troops joked that he too earned a combat patch He chuckled with joy as he boarded a new sleigh Then somberly said "Soldiers, I must be on my way" "Like all of you, I have to put mission first, Even after this night that was surely my worst, "But what I do can't hold a candle to yours, For I've never been deployed on multiple tours, And I'm only away from Mrs. Claus for one night, And I don't wake up every day expecting a fight, "And I know your job is hard, tiring and tough, And the conditions you live in to be truly rough, And so for Christmas, I bring a special gift, That should ensure your vict'ry to be swift." And with those words, he departed the base, With many FOBs to go, he picked up the pace. The soldiers gathered 'round the small present, bewildered. And wondered what advantage Santa Claus had delivered. The base commander unwrapped the package with care And then for a moment, the General simply stood there For the package contained an old parchment scroll That the officer carefully began to unroll. He read for a moment, mumbling aloud. Then he turned to his forces, whom had formed a crowd. "Merry Christmas, Soldiers," he said with scroll in hand, "I'm holding the Naughty list for all of Afghanistan!"

Oh it will be mine, oh yes it will be mine...

Merry Christmas everyone!

http://msn.foxsports.com/nba/story/Nike-Air-Jordans-release-violence-scuffles-erupt-near-riots-police-in-Seattle-122311 Idiots, every single one. http://network.yardbarker.com/all_sports/article_external/air_jordan_shoes_cause_shopping_riots_frenzies_at_malls_video/8915866

Here are the other cats I have... This is Jinx the accounting cat This is AWOL and Jinx This is Cali the barn cat. Jinx in the bag, and it does answer the question of who let the cat out of the bag. Maximilian I, Emperor of the Holy Roman Empire SAM - Yes he is named after them (Surface to Air Missile)

That s**t is funny as hell! I will see it for sure!

Taken with my iPhone....poor quality but will get good ones later.

I think he is reading this going....they are a bunch of loonies.....which we say....YO!!!!!!!!!! I knew it, I'm surrounded by loonies... *Helmet mask falls over face..... Keep firing loonies......

A shuttle sim for the Ipad? Wow and yes that is a nice drag chute.

This is Chappie my Belgian Malinous with his cat Tango.....yes I have a dog who has his own cat.....or it might be a cat that has her own dog. We havent quite figured it out yet.

Happy birthday my friend!

I like him, he's silly. ^

Where you been hiding?

Well now we need that jerk off in Syria to be put down, then that Chavez freak, dont forget banananutjob in Iran....then Putin......I think we will have about covered it.

Putin.......then the asshole in Venezuela.....

Cry, or you all will be executed on the spot.

Yes that is correct.

f*** him, burn in hell.

I still have the eye candy. It's still sharp and crisp as ever.

Oh dear god that was funny. You all need to see this and if you own Cliffs of Dover you'll understand.