This time of year my thoughts wonder back in time to the Christmas' of 1967 and 1972 spent at Ubon RTAFB. The second one has particular meaning as we in the middle of Linebacker II wondering if we would run out of BUFF's before the gomers ran out of SAM's. Those were interesting times and we probably will not see their like again. BTW, hadn't heard this particular JT song before. I do listen to Aqualung, Living in the Past and Bungle in the Jungle fairly often. Merry Christmas and God Bless US One and All.
On this occasion, I am reminded of those days by these lines from Henry V:
Be in their flowing cups freshly rememb'red. This story shall the good man teach his son; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered- We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition; And gentlemen in England now-a-bed Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here, And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.
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This time of year my thoughts wonder back in time to the Christmas' of 1967 and 1972 spent at Ubon RTAFB. The second one has particular meaning as we in the middle of Linebacker II wondering if we would run out of BUFF's before the gomers ran out of SAM's. Those were interesting times and we probably will not see their like again. BTW, hadn't heard this particular JT song before. I do listen to Aqualung, Living in the Past and Bungle in the Jungle fairly often. Merry Christmas and God Bless US One and All.
Christmas morning here now.
Wishing all Americans a Merry Christmas from down under.
Cheers and bless you all.
Merry Christmas and thanks for everything Ed.
The Eleven Days of Christmas in '72 were a noteworthy time. We wrote a bit of history then, Hippo!
On this occasion, I am reminded of those days by these lines from Henry V:
Be in their flowing cups freshly rememb'red.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remembered-
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition;
And gentlemen in England now-a-bed
Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.
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