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Sarge got hit, so I immediately slid down from my shooting position. Wilson did the same. We agreed to pull back, as we were the only ones left of the squad holding the trench. I told him I'd cover him, so I gave him a nod and he sprinted back towards the cover of the jungle. As soon as he left the trench, Japanese MGs opened up, and he went down. He got hit at least twice in the back.
I kept firing periodically, as to keep the Japanese at a distance. But, with only four clips left, I couldn't keep it up for long. I stopped once I only had two mags. Ten shots between me and death.
Once night fell, it was pretty quiet, until I heard someone yell "Banzai!", and MG rounds started flying over my head. A few seconds later, Japanese soldiers and officers ran past me. They didn't see me, so I didn't move.
"Errgh"
Sarge was still alive, and started groaning. I cursed under my breath, as several Japanese turned around and came to inspect. I knew I would either have to surrender, or open up with my bolt action. They stabbed Sarge multiple times, so I jumped up and yelled "Don't shoot!", with hands high in the air. One of them hit me with his stock, and I went out cold.
The next thing I remember, I was in a POW camp with hundreds of other Americans and Filipinos. I was there until the Japanese surrendered.
-Corporal Stephen K. Nicks
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Thoughts?
Perched in quiet stillness on a cold Ottawa afternoon, a Northern Hawk Owl turns inward as winter settles around it. Feathers drawn tight against the cold, it waits—watchful, patient—an unmistakable herald of the season’s deepening grip.
I took drive to drop off some xmas prezzies and wanted to take some pictures with the snow, so I brought my cameras along. It was a foggy windy day, I trekked out to this spot to snap a few quick pictures before heading back for the warmth of my truck.
67010 Works the 1V42 1230 Manchester Piccadilly to Cardiff Central through Snelson on a bitterly cold but clear day.
3rd January 2025.
Caught moments before my boss called me asking where I was, 7054, SD70ACU lead a northbound something or other.
A cold morning at the Chiemsee lakeside. I wanted to take photos of the sunrise. But it was just too cloudy.
in the rock just above the place where I found Snakeskin Liverwort.
The cold air is always coming out of these rocks even in the summer.
The full December Cold Moon rising over the Glen Alps near Anchorage Alaska.
It was about -10 degrees Fahrenheit when I photographed this scene.
lord, can you hear me now?
or am i lost?
oooo, i love you
don’t you know i love you
and i always have
hallelujah
will you come with me?
cold, cold water surrounds me now
lyrics (text): damien rice - cold water
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Night talk
On a clear winter night, the cat Bruno ventured out to stretch his legs for a moment. Everything was white all around, there was snow on the paths and meadows.
Even on the fence post that Bruno loved to jump on in the summer. Actually, cats don't like winter. They prefer to lie inside on the windowsill and watch the flakes dance from the warm spot.
But from time to time a need drives her out. Well, and then Bruno saw something fluttering around over his beloved fence posts.
Curious, he jumped up after all.
Huh, was that cold ass when he sat down.
And then he saw it, the little bird.
"You're already blue from the cold," said Bruno to the thickly puffed up little bird and at the sight of his bare little legs he was horrified.
"I always look like this," replied the birdie, fluttering around in front of him. "Because I'm a blue tit!"
"Oh, but aren't you cold?" Bruno wondered.
"No, I move and my feet can't take the cold. And even though I seem to be shaking, it's a way of keeping me and my feet warm. In addition, people feed us birds, so we don't have to go hungry. Because when you're full, you don't freeze so quickly."
Bruno looked at the little fluttering thing for a while, shaking his head.
Then he jumped down and into the warm cozy room.
Pictuare: Composing from parts of several images
Story: EGo, in Memory of my dear cat Bruno
Plauderei in der Nacht
In einer klaren Winternacht wagte sich Kater Bruno hinaus, um sich mal kurz die Beine zu vertreten.
Ringsumher war alles weiß, auf den Wegen und Wiesen lag Schnee. Sogar auf den Zaunpfosten, auf den Bruno im Sommer so gerne herumsprang.
Eigentlich mögen Katzen den Winter ja nicht. Sie liegen lieber drinnen auf der Fensterbank und schauen dem Tanz der Flocken vom warmen Plätzchen aus zu.
Aber von Zeit zu Zeit treibt sie ein Bedürfnis doch einmal hinaus.
Tja, und da sah Bruno etwas über seinen geliebten Zaunpfählen herumflattern.
Neugierig sprang er nun doch hinauf.
Huh, war das kalt am Hintern, als er sich setzte.
Und dann sah er es, das kleine Vögelchen.
"Du bist ja schon ganz blau vor Kälte", sprach Bruno das dick aufgeplusterte Vögelchen an und beim Anblick seiner nackten Beinchen packte ihn das blanke Entsetzen.
"Ich sehe immer so aus", entgegnete der Piepmatz und flatterte dabei vor ihm herum. "Ich bin nämlich eine Blaumeise!"
"Oh, aber frierst du denn nicht?", wunderte sich Bruno.
"Nein, ich bewege mich ja und meinen Füßen kann die Kälte nichts anhaben. Und auch wenn es aussieht, als ob ich zittere, ist es doch ein Mittel, mich und meine Füße warm zu halten.
Außerdem füttern die Menschen uns Vögel, da müssen wir auch keinen Hunger leiden. Denn wer satt ist, friert nicht so schnell."
Kopfschüttelnd betrachtete Bruno noch eine Weile das kleine flatternde Ding.
Dann sprang er hinunter und hinein ins warme gemütliche Zimmer.
Bild: Composing aus Teilen mehrerer Bilder
Geschichte: EGo, zur Erinnerung an meinen lieben Kater Bruno.
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I wanted to try something a bit different here, so this is a shot of the incredibly hot Wadi Rum desert in Jordan that has been slightly tweaked in post processing to "cool" the image a bit.
Let me know what you think.