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you should probably stop doing it, then
The Pink Bomber - Cockpit Memories
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Getting the group away from the target area, I had been too preoccupied to assess my own leg wound. So, I consciously pressed the rubber with my right foot. The plane responded, and I knew I had no bloody stump! A couple minutes later, I turned the control over to Stew, and began some personal damage assessment. I looked down at my right calf, and saw a large red blotch on the inside of the right pants leg. I pulled the trouser leg up, very cautiously. Because it is quite cold at 10,000 foot altitudes, I was wearing long-johns, as most crewmen did.
A piece of jagged metal protruded from the underwear. The piece of flak that had hit me was about the size of a large walnut: it had been a fragment (like shrapnel) thrown out when the flak shell exploded near us. This piece had entered the left side of the cockpit's outer skin and hit the heavy steel control column. This absorbed a great deal of it's force, and caused the resounding PING that I could still hear. It ricocheted off the control column and wound up in my leg. Had it not bounced off the column before hitting me, I would have been seriously wounded.
Then I did a very foolish thing. I reached in with the fingers of my left hand, grasped the metal, and pulled it out. Blood spurted out, over the leg, and onto the cockpit floor, which quickly became slippery with the red goo. As it was, I was able to get it bandaged tight with the gauze from our in-flight first aid kit. After we landed, "Doc" Richards, our Flight Surgeon, dressed the wound and filled out the form, recommending me for the Purple Heart. I limped around for a few days, and returned to flight status. I limped around for a few days, and returned to flight status. It's quite another story, but I didn't actually receive the Purple Heart until August 1981. Tape of another color apparently got mixed into the business.
I had been taught for years that if I wish and pray for something long enough, I might just get it. I really wanted the chance to lead some of the group's missions, and my wish had been granted. My first ride in the Front Office had been a scary and painful experience. Envy is listed as a capital sin, and I guess I envied my friend Joe Corwin for the speed with which he had reached the Front Office. My punishment for envy was unexpected, traumatic, and long remembered. Joe's later career? He completed fifty missions, smoothly and well. He returned Stateside, without a scratch.
A piece of jagged metal protruded from the underwear. The piece of flak that had hit me was about the size of a large walnut: it had been a fragment (like shrapnel) thrown out when the flak shell exploded near us. This piece had entered the left side of the cockpit's outer skin and hit the heavy steel control column. This absorbed a great deal of it's force, and caused the resounding PING that I could still hear. It ricocheted off the control column and wound up in my leg. Had it not bounced off the column before hitting me, I would have been seriously wounded.
Then I did a very foolish thing. I reached in with the fingers of my left hand, grasped the metal, and pulled it out. Blood spurted out, over the leg, and onto the cockpit floor, which quickly became slippery with the red goo. As it was, I was able to get it bandaged tight with the gauze from our in-flight first aid kit. After we landed, "Doc" Richards, our Flight Surgeon, dressed the wound and filled out the form, recommending me for the Purple Heart. I limped around for a few days, and returned to flight status. I limped around for a few days, and returned to flight status. It's quite another story, but I didn't actually receive the Purple Heart until August 1981. Tape of another color apparently got mixed into the business.
I had been taught for years that if I wish and pray for something long enough, I might just get it. I really wanted the chance to lead some of the group's missions, and my wish had been granted. My first ride in the Front Office had been a scary and painful experience. Envy is listed as a capital sin, and I guess I envied my friend Joe Corwin for the speed with which he had reached the Front Office. My punishment for envy was unexpected, traumatic, and long remembered. Joe's later career? He completed fifty missions, smoothly and well. He returned Stateside, without a scratch.
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Correct: this happens to be the thread where we remind you of what a discrace you are to the family name.
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Mate, you created a thread in which you are posting passages from a book directly relating to one of your deceased family members, signing it
Of course people will shittalk you in it.
You did not provide a source for the book so that people could read it themselves or a meaningful foundation from which to start a discussion besides "HERE'S FRAGMENTS FROM A THING" - this thread never had rails to begin with.
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is any of this verifiable?
i only ask cause remember that "super elite" sniper who wrote that book that they made that movie about who turned out to be completely full of shit?
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Does slowly reposting a licensed and monetized book really count as being "on topic" with Art & Literature?
You're not even doing anything remotely transformative with the work. You're literally just reposting the contents of the book without any actual commentary, and then you proceeded to go against what Daddy Null told you about not talking with us by... Arguing with us once again.
Look at this thread, for instance. This guy's reposting contents from another book, but he's doing something marginally more creative and transformative with it by actively commentating on what he's reading and giving his thoughts each step of the way as he goes along.
Are you really so desperate for your Kiwi Farms asspats and to get mouthbreathing retards to go "Wow, this WolfeTone fella must be a pretty cool guy because his grandfather flew planes!" that you're just going to lazily copypaste the contents of a whole book without doing anything to enhance the work yourself?
You're not even doing anything remotely transformative with the work. You're literally just reposting the contents of the book without any actual commentary, and then you proceeded to go against what Daddy Null told you about not talking with us by... Arguing with us once again.
Look at this thread, for instance. This guy's reposting contents from another book, but he's doing something marginally more creative and transformative with it by actively commentating on what he's reading and giving his thoughts each step of the way as he goes along.
Are you really so desperate for your Kiwi Farms asspats and to get mouthbreathing retards to go "Wow, this WolfeTone fella must be a pretty cool guy because his grandfather flew planes!" that you're just going to lazily copypaste the contents of a whole book without doing anything to enhance the work yourself?
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Goddamn that is a fuckin kiwifarms decimation.
Modern restoration of Robert A spelmans aircraft.
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I mean if you niggers would ever stop lying maybe I'd take you seriously, but you can't stop lying for asspats so I'm gonna keep reciting the book so it can be logged here, in this archival zone. Just A Butt won't stop lying about the law, Big Ed is a heroin addict, and Gravemind can't stop concerntrolling to save his life. Nobody cares. At the end of the day it's 1 discord full of consumer soyjacks vs me, the chad. And my chad Grandfather will have his story told.
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please point to a single lie i told about "the law"
you mean the homosexual who almost killed an entire bomber wing cause he didn't notice that his co-pilot was trying to save his life?
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The time you confused a docket sounding with a court date, your misinterpretation of charges vs convictions, not knowing what a plea deal entails, tortious lying about court rulings, saying 
"enjoy prison child" about 10 times until I beat my recent case, mixing up court dates and lying to your little group until everyone who listened to you is convinced you're retarded. I asked you to learn the law 3 months ago, you said you have 0 interest in it, so your interpretation of litigation and arbitration is consistently wrong.
You're a smug piece of shit who runs a discord and watches endless movies, you're gigavaxxed and don't know how to grow food without industrial fungicides and God knows what else. You're full of poison and your brain is rotting and my grandfather had 7 more children than your 0 bud. You don't even have a girlfriend because you expect women to pair up with some pathetic little sociopath just cause he can watch bad movies with her and ride around in your shitty Ford. You're so deep in the closet you're finding Christmas presents buddy.
"enjoy prison child" about 10 times until I beat my recent case, mixing up court dates and lying to your little group until everyone who listened to you is convinced you're retarded. I asked you to learn the law 3 months ago, you said you have 0 interest in it, so your interpretation of litigation and arbitration is consistently wrong. You're a smug piece of shit who runs a discord and watches endless movies, you're gigavaxxed and don't know how to grow food without industrial fungicides and God knows what else. You're full of poison and your brain is rotting and my grandfather had 7 more children than your 0 bud. You don't even have a girlfriend because you expect women to pair up with some pathetic little sociopath just cause he can watch bad movies with her and ride around in your shitty Ford. You're so deep in the closet you're finding Christmas presents buddy.
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you mean the docket sounding that happened in court, on a date?
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Users of the forum that didn't like me already feel jipped because your direction and interpretation is dogshit, you've effectively made me more friends than I've had before, you queer ass loony.
And stop running your pride parades in the middle of town, people are trying to take their kids to school and buy groceries, they don't want to see some little creep screaming at them while wearing BDSM gear.
And stop running your pride parades in the middle of town, people are trying to take their kids to school and buy groceries, they don't want to see some little creep screaming at them while wearing BDSM gear.
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wasn't this thread supposed to be about your dead homosexual grandfather's completely made up stories?
or did you give up on that too?
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You're literally a prostitute and your gay friends in Movienight only love you cause you spread your goatse on Just A Butt's discord.
Apparently homeboy's getting slammed on liquor on a Monday afternoon.
Sad.
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your grandfather is roasting in hell for all the sins he didn't repent.
how does that make you feel, Nathaniel?
how does that make you feel, Nathaniel?
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Your granpa was a fag and a retard.
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JAB had quite the night tonight, now he's crying to his Discord movienight friends lmao
Storytime will resume shortly, I'm just embarrassing the little shit, well, I didn't actually have to do anything, he came to me.
Storytime will resume shortly, I'm just embarrassing the little shit, well, I didn't actually have to do anything, he came to me.
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