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dead calm.
back to below zero... about 4 pm.
got humidifier delivered. No fog, but machine was making little noises as if to be working.
it is so dry, the fog disappears before it leaves it. Ended up revealing itself on window edges.
Head stopped aching.
life and death.Previously boxer3main
the death rate and fairy tales cannot kill the nature left behind.Comment
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I remember a thread a long time ago, license plate of the day or vanity plate..
I do not know as it gets any more powerful than this.
I still feel I have no formal record anywhere, working with the most powerful air force in the world.
The day I got that simple veterans plate in the mail , I felt good in a correct direction.
I hope all veterans get one if they can.
This one is someone's custom version in maine, my plate is simply the plate they gave me.Last edited by Barry Donovan; December 19, 2016, 05:36 PM.Previously boxer3main
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The Motor is driving a refrigeration compressor in a process which liquifies natural gas.Originally posted by V12guy View Post
What is that motor for? Ours are almost as big physically, but (only)10,000 HP @480 RPM
The relatively small size for power comes from a couple of things. This is listed as a 100,000 HP, 3000 rpm, 2 pole, 6 phase, 11,200 volt motor. In reality, it is two 50,000 HP, 2 pole, 3 phase motors wound on the same shaft, but 30 degrees offset from each other. It is fed by a VFD unit that send something like 2,300 amps of 11,200 volt power to each of the two sets of windings.Comment
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this was shared by Jay Lacklen, an author and veteran over on facebook.
Even I think of the past, as if to be adult from day one of bullets flying at 19 yrs old....A Vietnam Christmas, 1971
Christmas 1971 provided a mental break from the war. In an annual event, the Cam Ranh air wing painted a C-7 with a red Santa Claus face on the forward dome and flew to various bases as a treat for the army troops. I participated on this run but only as a back-up crewmember for the primary pilots. I was not called upon to perform, so I got to play Santa’s helper at the various stops. One of the flight mechanics played Santa dressed in an appropriate red suit and fake beard, and a small, half-dozen strong, squad of “Donut Dollies,” or female Red Cross workers, played Santa’s helpers. We also carried a large stock of liquor and sandwiches for the troops.
I had underestimated the potential poignancy of the event. Bringing the Christmas aura to the trenches of Vietnam unleashed seemingly well-secured emotions that suddenly broke loose in everyone, none more clearly displayed than at the small northern delta army base of Bao Loc, sixty miles northeast of Saigon.
This base resided as close to the pits of Vietnam as you could get. The approach plate for the runway warned: “Runway in poor condition, south end 20% coverage by large, loose rocks. 200' overrun each end, poor condition. Parking area east side and south end, poor condition, partly overgrown.”
We pulled onto the poorly conditioned parking ramp, but before we could shut down the engines and open the rear cargo door, a series of large transport trucks appeared on the road to the field filled with troops whooping and waving. They pulled up next to us on the ramp and disgorged fifty or so soldiers in their green fatigues that surrounded the rear of the plane to welcome whoever might disembark.
The rear cargo door came down, and Santa emerged. The troops cheered and whistled. Then the Donut Dollies came down the ramp and the troops went joyously berserk, but not in a nasty or lewd sense. They spun around in the same frantic ecstasy of a pet dog when you pick it up from the vet or when you hold its dinner bowl over its head to make it dance. No group of children ever carried off the fantasy so well. A young soldier shook my hand with tears in his eyes and said, “Sir, this is the best thing that has ever happened here. Thank-you so much!” Maddeningly for my composure, he was about to make me cry, too.
This brought to mind, yet again, the imperative question: “What the hell are we doing here?”
We carried a bag of letters from school kids in the States for the soldiers. They told of how proud they were of the troops, how they hoped they didn’t get hurt, and to come home soon to their families. As I watched the troops reading these simple letters, I did start choking up as they became silent with faces contorted to avoid crying.
As the sun set over the Central Highlands, we flew up the coast past Phan Thiet (Pappa Tango) toward Cam Ranh with the upper cargo door raised and the bottom ramp angled up so we could lie against it and look out the back of the plane. Two or three Dollies joined me gazing out at the South China Sea in wistful contemplation of the day, marveling that in our mid-twenties we found ourselves in such a perplexing situation halfway around the world."
(Excerpt from "Flying the Line, an Air Force Pilot's Journey," book one. Book series web site: saigon-tea.com.)
it hurts too much to think otherwise.
I had heard an enemy will never climb the stairs behind you. But they can sure be behind you..
I hope this xmas has some peace on our own land.
I am too alert in the wrong direction...possibly.Last edited by Barry Donovan; December 21, 2016, 05:57 PM.Previously boxer3main
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Originally posted by Barry Donovan View PostI remember a thread a long time ago, license plate of the day or vanity plate.. [ATTACH]n1136922[/ATTACH]
I do not know as it gets any more powerful than this.
I still feel I have no formal record anywhere, working with the most powerful air force in the world.
The day I got that simple veterans plate in the mail , I felt good in a correct direction.
I hope all veterans get one if they can.
This one is someone's custom version in maine, my plate is simply the plate they gave me.
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http://www.bangshift.com/forum/forum...se-plate/page9Last edited by 68scott385; December 22, 2016, 01:40 PM.Comment
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close call this evening. Got it on dash cam. The whole event seemed trivial, no strange noises slamming on the brakes..
led projectors helped. that vehicle coming had his high beams on.. I would have smacked right into the deer for 2 reasons on the old lights...
blinded in 2 directions.
speed was typical 50s for the area.
the captures are 1 second apart.Last edited by Barry Donovan; December 28, 2016, 06:49 PM.Previously boxer3main
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Last edited by oletrux4evr; December 28, 2016, 07:25 PM.Ed, Mary, & 'Earl'
HRPT LongHaulers, 08, 09, 10, 11, 12, 13, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19.
Inside every old person is a young person wondering, "what the hell happened?"
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I forget to approach photos.
I'll get back to my way for 2017
I'll be 44 yrs old for 2017. A january birth declares a whole year.
"remember the pre-acert cat," or
"remember the scania v8 mack,"
"remember the iron SBC with a manual transmission."
Remember the hill being glare ice and locking in the rears...
Just remember dammit.Previously boxer3main
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