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U.S. Army Com. Sgt. Maj. Patrick Kelly, with Observer Controller Team Mustang, Joint Multinational Readiness Center, talks on the radio during Exercise Swift Response 16, June 16, 2016 in Hohenfels, Germany. Exercise Swift Response is one of the premier military crisis response training events for multi-national airborne forces in the world.
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MARINETTE, Wis., (July 18, 2015) The littoral combat ship Pre-Commissioning Unit (PCU) Little Rock (LCS 9) is launched into the Menominee River in Marinette, Wisc. after a christening ceremony at the Marinette Marine Corporation shipyard.
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After the first world war, a group called the American Gold Star Mothers’ Association lobbied for federally funded pilgrimages abroad to visit the graves of their sons and husbands who died in the line of duty while serving in the United States Armed Forces. Congress approved an act which paid for the overseas travel expenses of 6,693 women from 1930 to 1933.
From these trips, the Still Picture Branch of the @usnatarchives has preserved five albums documenting visits to various European cemeteries. View these records and learn more about the pilgrimages of Gold Star Mothers and Widows.
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Report on sexual misconduct in the Canadian Armed Forces chides ‘deficient’ culture, recommends reforms - The Washington Post
https://www.washingtonpost.com/world/2022/05/30/canada-armed-forces-sexual-misconduct-report/
The government-commissioned report from Louise Arbour, who also served as the U.N. high commissioner for human rights, came during a wave of sexual misconduct allegations against top military leaders that have rocked the armed forces and eroded public trust.
“The exposure of sexual misconduct in the [Canadian Armed Forces] has shed light on a deeply deficient culture fostered by a rigid and outdated structure that did little to modernize it,” Arbour wrote in the report.
A danger of the military’s operating model, she wrote, is a “high likelihood that some of its members are more at risk of harm, on a day-to-day basis, from their comrades than from the enemy.” She said the crisis “has caused as much damage as defeat in combat would have to demoralize the troops and shock Canadians.”
Among the report’s 48 recommendations were calls for sexual harassment complaints to be turned over to the Canadian Human Rights Commission and for officials to explore whether there should be an alternative to military colleges, which Arbour wrote “appear as institutions from a different era.”
Obit of the Day: Veterans Day 2015
It’s OOTD’s 5th Annual Veterans Day post honoring the men and women who served in the Armed Forces and were featured over the past year. Apologies for the shorter list this year but my unintended sabbatical resulted in many fewer posts.
Sonia D’Artois - The last living British spy of World War II
Francis Goldcamp - Winner of five Air Medals in WWII
Robert Hite - One of the last of the Doolittle Raiders
Joseph Langdell - The oldest living survivor of the USS Arizona
Bill Schreck - The man who dropped the last U.S. bomb of WWII
Lowell Steward - Tuskegee Airman
Alex Vraicu - One of the greatest fighter pilots of WWII
Eldridge Williams - Trained Tuskegee Airmen to fly
Also read through OOTD’s previous Veterans Day posts:
Poster images is courtesy of the U.S. Veterans Administration
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“You’ve made enough pasta to feed a small army” Mum says, shaking her head before leaving the kitchen. She assumes it’s a figure of speech, but if only she’d look out the window to see the army queuing. They are so hungry. War is terrible.
No. 14 - UNDER PRESSURE
crush injuries | beaten | force
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Aside from the Daniels, Harrison had never properly fit in anywhere. His squad was something else, though. Another family and a home from home. Sure, he’d had Fao for a few months, only when their schedules matched up, but mainly, it was just him.
He’d fallen in love, too, a charming man with smooth words and a even more charming smile. They’d spent tours together, and when they were back in the UK, they were always together, basically inseparable. He’d even spoken to Fred about proposing to Marcus; his adoptive father helping him with his speech and organising the rings for when they got back to England. Sheila wasn’t trusted to keep the secret, having already almost spilled the news to the pair on their last video chat.
The morning was the same as most, Harrison and Marcus messing around as they ate their breakfast, and then the rest of the early hours checking their packs. They all had a long walk into the next town, an aid mission rather than recon. It was always fun when they were allowed out together, Harrison not required to stay at their base for medical support.
Even though he’d spent months out there, Harrison still struggled with the heat. As midday loomed, he grew more grumpy, only making Marcus laugh harder at him. His complaints were quickly cut short as he turned to grumble once more, and tripped over his own feet. He ended up sprawled on his arse, looking up at the rest of the lads. Of course, they all laughed at him,and he couldn’t help but join in, stretching his hand out for Marcus to help him up. Bad mood averted, they carried on, making good time.
Harrison turned to talk to Marcus, and his whole world shattered. He was unconscious by the time he hit the sand again, thrown far from the blast. He came to slowly, the pain slowing his reflexes and dumbing his thoughts. His back was on fire, as was his shoulder and jaw. His ears were still ringing, and he kept drifting in and out of consciousness. He struggled to stay awake, trying to take stock of the situation. It took him too long to realise he couldn’t feel his legs, somehow numb and burning at the same time. By the time he struggled to look, he already knew the answer. His right leg was a mess, his ankle completely gone and the rest of his lower leg shattered. Even with his head spinning, he knew he had to do something, or he’d die. Being dead wouldn’t help anyone else. Marcus. His heart dropped. He’d been right next to him when the IED had gone off, but through the dust and sand, he couldn’t see him. He tried calling out for him, but his voice caught in his throat and blood pooled in his mouth. The taste only added to the nausea, and he barely made it to his side before he threw up. Pain flared through his body again, and his head hit the sand, unconscious once more.
When he came to again, he struggled to place where he was. The pain was blinding, and he knew he was dying. He managed to make it upright, threw up with the pain again, and struggled to reach for his leg. There was too much blood around him, even with his brain not working, he knew it wasn’t good. He fought with his tourniquet, trying to wrap it around his leg with both hands obviously broken. He was sure his shoulder was broken too, and his elbow was definitely not meant to be facing that way, he was sure. As he tightened the tourniquet, he cried out, the pain growing infinitely worse. The darkness called to him, a much better, easier option than the pain of living. He fought against it, Marcus once again in his thoughts. He had to find him.
When the team got to them, it was worse than they could have expected. A walking patrol meant that they’d taken the full force of the IED, not like the vehicles that often protected their inhabitants.
Harrison was the most obviously alive, his cries carrying across to them, and they rushed over to him, their hands replacing his on the tourniquet.
“Harrison.” Matt greeted, voice breathless. “We’ve got you now, Tomcat. We’re gonna look after you. You’re gonna be alright.”
His relief was quickly overshadowed by the increased pain as they tightened the tourniquet. He whined, his hand grabbing at Matt’s before it all overwhelmed him and he slipped under.
“It’s alright. We’ve got you.” He soothed, though he was somewhat relieved as Harrison slipped unconscious. It would make things easier, at least. He wasn’t in a good way, that was plain to see. As he started his assessment things just got worse and worse. The whole of his right side was a state, more blood than anything else. It made it virtually impossible to really see any other injuries. Really they had no choice but to get him as is and back to base where they had scans and could fully assess the state of his injuries.
They didn’t mess about, prepared for things to go south quickly. It would be just their luck.
“Where’s Marcus?” Harrison slurred as he came round again. “Please, I need him.”
“We’re looking for him.” It wasn’t a lie, but they weren’t necessarily expecting to find him alive.
They’d obviously given him something for the pain, and it was getting harder to focus. He fought against them as they tried to help. He screamed as they set his leg, his back arching. He slipped once more, calling for Marcus.
They apologised as he screamed, topping up his pain relief as they continued to stabilise him. The state of his chest worried them, but if he was screaming, he was breathing. They just needed to get him back.
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American submarine NR-1
NR-1 aka Nerwin was the smallest submarine the United States used that had wheels to traverse the ocean floor.
NR-1 was used for espionage as well as research and salvage operations that included searching the wreckage of the Space Shuttle Challenger and the HSHS Britannic.
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