Arent you that Guy....

You never know who your going to meet, being a world class Chrononaught and garden gnome collector can have its perks. This is that Guy Martin Sheen, I finally had to call security to have him escorted out.

Dang Nabit!!!

I have a rule that through the studious adherence to laziness and shirkery I can avoid all rank and responsibility...except apparently in the Federal Army it gets you promoted....who knew.

Crackers and coffee

This is me in 1863, we had been thrown out on a pickett and I was thinking about taking a shoot, luckily they talked me out of it as the Reb's had fresh eggs to trade...man they was good eggs.

Just following the crowd...

Me in the ECW again ( Note the more fashionable facial hair). I think we were cheering burning something....I didnt want to seem like I was out of place so I joined in...but my heart wasnt in it.

Okinawa

This is our Marine MG team moving our watercooled 30 closer to the action. thats me in the back to the left...have carbine will travel. God only knows why they were still giving us those pre-war yellow frags. Semper fi.

Rule #1....never listen to Monty

Me in Holland in September 44. This was just day one, that brick wall was a pile of rubble by the time we were finished. I hate the Horsa Glider.

Shaggy Ridge.......

Ok...a silly name, but hell on earth, Aussies fight like SOB's. We snapped this shot to show how close the Japs got to our Bren Gun. Thats me with the Owens SMG...Just Happy to be alive. 1943...you can have it.

War against the Boer

Yeah...me to....I heard Boar and thought..."How tough could a pig be?". The Queen gave us these neat uniforms and these guys were crakerjack troops...you should see them march. Its what they did after all...they were soldiers, they certainly werent saving money for college!!

I think it was even me who uttered the age old curse of all wars "It'll be over by Christmas" boy was I wrong. It wasn't Boar it was Boer and those guys are tough.

Dak To?? Where the hell is Dak To

this is me trying to convince the Top that Im to fat and to Old to be humping through the jungle it didnt work

A Long Long trail a winding....

Aint that the truth, I don't know how these guys did it. This is me as a Sub-altern ( Oldest in the British Army) in January 1917. Flanders smells like death and liquid earth. ALWAY's have your SBR with you at all times. I am with the 6th Buffs, 12th Division.

Fun in Belgium....Merry Friggin Christmas

Here I am with the Engineers I was with At a little Cross-road in Belgium called Trois Ponte or something like that. I'm the 2nd from the right.

June 6th....What Year!!!!!!

Talk about all the luck in the world....There I am on a troop ship at dawn on June 6th 1944 and all i can keep asking my self is "Please let it be Utah!". But the streams of time were with me and we didnt go into Omaha until D-Day +3. Im 2nd from the Right.

A Hot Time in the Old Town Tonight...

So there I was, in Cuba with the regulars, Trusty Krag ready to go, fighting in one of America's most popular wars. Personaly I didnt see it, a bunch of Sick Guys vomiting all over the place and worse...Wool pants ( Luckly I managed to swing the new cotton fatigue pants) The young officer was a stand up fellow, hope he goes far.

The English Civil War

Fun and laughs for all....oddly my mustache made me somewhat out of place. I did get into the Whole "Puritan" thing though I missed all the church burnings. I am the gent to the Left...Fighting with Hampden's Regiment for Parliment and God....or something to that effect