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I have to wonder what the horses thought about the battle, given that the cannons and rifles were fired frequently, so there is not only smoke billowing across the field but the cacophony of discharged weapons, all of which are quite loud and can likely be heard for a substantial distance. I'll assume the horses used during the demonstration have seen and heard more than a few battles, but this horse appears ready for some R&R.
Soldat pakistanais en uniforme traditionnel de Kyber Rifles à la frontière de Khyber Pass avec l'Afghanistan près de Peshawar, Pakistan.
D'après diapositive au Pakistan en octobre 1992.
The Armoury in Brockville occupies a rectangular lot facing King Street in the downtown core of Brockville. The large, low-massed, stone structure in the Romanesque style projects a massive, fortified appearance. Flanked by towers, its projecting frontispiece is pierced by a large, arched troop door. The designation is confined to the footprint of the building.
Historical Value
The Armoury is a very good example of a structure associated with the federal military reform policies of Frederick Borden, the Minister of Militia and Defence. An important feature of these reforms was the construction of better armouries in small communities across the country. The structure housed the Brockville Rifles, an Ontario Regiment founded in the 1860s as a result of the Fenian threat in Ontario, Quebec and Manitoba. The Brockville Rifles also served in the First and Second World Wars.
Architectural Value
The Armoury, designed in the Romanesque revival style, is a very good example of the drill halls built between 1896 and 1918. It also is a rare example of a smaller drill hall constructed in stone rather than the more typical brick. It is distinguished by good functional design that includes a very large drill hall. 161
Uniform of The Louth Militia (reproduction) - The Louth Militia was formed mid 18th Century - Millmount Fort, Drogheda, County Louth.
"As a result of the ballot for precedence on the Militia roll, the Louth Militia became one of the most senior units and was designated the 5th Battalion. Although it numbered only 6 companies it appears to have been described as a regiment rather than a battalion from its earliest days. However, the Louth absorbed the small Drogheda Battalion in 1800, thereby achieving regimental status.
The Colonel of the Louth Regiment was John Foster, 1st Baron Oriel, and the last Speaker of the Irish House of Commons, while the Lieutenant Colonel was Lord Louth. Among the officers of the regiment was Sir Edward Bellew, a Catholic, whose son, Lord Bellew, was to be appointed Colonel of the Regiment in November 1843. The Catholic Relief Act of 1793 had removed most of the restrictions on Catholics in public life, including the ban on joining the Army.
In spite of its small size the Louth Militia earned a good reputation for efficiency. When, in October 1798, General Lake ordered that a proportion of men in each regiment in his district ‘be immediately trained to act as light infantry, to practise firing at the target until they are perfect marksmen’, he set a goal for units to achieve. Thus in March 1799 the Louth Regiment was authorised to form ‘sharpshooters’, armed with ‘short muskets’, these being the 1768-pattern weapon which was being replaced in the Regular Army by the new 1793 pattern. Three sergeants and 64 soldiers of the Louths undertook training as sharpshooters.
The threat of a French invasion at Bantry Bay in 1796 led to a deployment of additional Militia units to counter any landing. Among those so deployed was the Louth Regiment, which marched from its base in Limerick towards the area of threat, passing over mountainous terrain in cold December weather. However, the French fleet had been dispersed by storms and no invasion took place. Not until 1798 and the rebellion in Leinster did the Louths see action and then solely at Whiteheaps in Wicklow on 5 July. Only the Louth Regiment and the Leitrim Battalion were involved in this action. In the subsequent rebel guerrilla campaign in the Wicklow Mountains the Louth Regiment played a part in containing the actions of rebel groups.
Exact dates for the embodiment of the Louth Militia between 1793 and 1816 are not known but would have covered the periods 1793 to 1802, 1802 to 1814 and 1815 to 1816. In common with the other Militia units the Louth Regiment was reduced to cadre strength in 1816. With the 1833 re-organisation of the Militia throughout the United Kingdom the unit became the 108th Louth Regiment and was redesignated the 108th Louth Rifles in 1855.
On 1 February 1855 the Louths were embodied for the Crimean War. That embodiment ended on 1 July 1856 but was followed in October 1857 by embodiment for the Indian Mutiny until 31 July 1857.
Lord Bellew, the Lord Lieutenant for County Louth, was appointed Colonel of the Regiment on 17 November 1843. In October 1847 Lord Massereene was appointed Lieutenant Colonel. Although the name Massereene is more commonly associated with Antrim, the family also had a home in County Louth, at Collon. Lord Massereene had a further family connection with the Regiment, being a descendant of its first Colonel, John Foster. Several of the officers of the Regiment in 1850 held commissions that had been granted during the early embodiments, Captain Latham Hamlon (1 February 1806) and Thomas Phipoe (20 June 1808) being the most senior. Ensign Tarquel Macneill and Surgeon Robert Pentland were the newest officers, both having been appointed on 2 February 1849. At that time the HQ of the regiment was at Dunleer.
In 1881 the Louth Rifles became the 6th Battalion Royal Irish Rifles as the Childers Reforms were implemented. The Battalion held its annual training camps at Dundalk where a new rifle range was opened in the late 1890s. When, in February 1899, a new regulation for the Militia battalions decreed that brigade training camps be held a question was asked in the House of Commons about the War Office’s intentions. It was feared that all training for the Battalion was to be moved from Dundalk but an assurance was given that the Louth Militia would be trained at Dundalk at least one year in every three and in brigade camps, which it would not have been possible to hold at Dundalk, in the other years.
On 6 December 1899 the Battalion was embodied for the Second South African War and remained so until 17 October 1900. This was the final embodiment for the Louths. In 1908, as part of the Haldane Reforms, the Irish Militia was redesignated the Special Reserve and a number of Militia battalions were disbanded, among them being the 6th Royal Irish Rifles.
Richard Doherty".
www.royal-irish.com/stories/louth-militia
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Battleship Iowa shows off her 16 inch guns. Back in 1989 47 sailors died in an explosion in turret #2, the one with the barrels raised.
A build is on the way, and I still have to add sails to my ship, but don't have time currently as the semester isn't over.
This is a tribute to "The Rifles" regiment, and to my little Brother Tom who lost his life two years ago serving Great Britain, in Afghanistan. Swift and Bold......
The Khyber Pass is a heavily armed area as the place is one of the world's most strategic and vital trade route with a violent history - a famous citation from the British times said that 'Every stone in the Khyber has been soaked in blood'. Basically the whole area is ruled by clans (Khel) fighting, ransoming and murdering each other since centuries... February 1997
A la suite de combats acharnés les 7 et 8 juin 1944, le Royal Regina Rifles libérait Bretteville-l’Orgueilleuse.
Ces combattants venaient de la province canadienne de Saskatchewan.
Le nom de la ville de Bretteville l'Orgueilleuse (Calvados) est inscrit sur l'insigne du régiment.
Sculpteur: Don Begg
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June 5, 2024, inauguration of the Royal Regina Rifles memorial at Bretteville L'orgueilleuse
Following fierce fighting on 7 and 8 June 1944, the Royal Regina Rifles liberated Bretteville-l'Orgueilleuse.
These soldiers came from the Canadian province of Saskatchewan.
The name of the town of Bretteville l'Orgueilleuse (Calvados) is inscribed on the regiment's badge.
Sculptor: Don Begg
Another impressive memorial within the grounds of the Belfast City Hall. There is an inscription; "In memory of the officers, non commissioned officers and men of the Royal Irish Rifles, who were killed in action or died of wounds or disease in the South African War 1899 - 1902. This monument is dedicated."
its been a year since my little bro was killed in Afgan ,whether or not you belive in the war or not our lads are dying out there almost on a weekly basis. my bro was in the rifles,so this goes out to his regiment.
Commemorates unit's losses in South African (Second Boer) War, 1899-1902 - imagery of Saint George, Virtues of Patience and Fortitude, and British Empire standard bearer
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Second_Boer_War
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/King%27s_Royal_Rifle_Corps
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Stained glass by Charles Eamer Kempe
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Charles_Eamer_Kempe
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Cathedral Church of the Holy Trinity, Saint Peter, Saint Paul and Saint Swithun, built 1079 to 1532
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Winchester_Cathedral
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Taken in enclosure for injured animals, it was rather hard experience knowing that most likely they will stay there for the rest of their lives.
Veteran Suicide, is the topic for today. This is going to be another long one folks. As you read; I don’t want you to think of me. I’d like you to think of your husband, your wife, your partner, your son, daughter, grandson, grand daughter. The 1%, having the courage, to serve and defend our nation. I will be covering events that happened yesterday, and the impact it has on the mental health of our veterans.
Again, this is not about me. Its how veterans are treated at VA facilities, and some of the civilian medical facilities, we are sent to.
I had an appointment, with an ophthalmologist, early the other morning. I have intermediate vision loss in my right eye, and now problems in my left eye. Very similar, to the description from a woman, who’s child was a victim of Electronic Weapons (also know as the Havana Syndrome). She, a US Citizen, a child of a person interviewed, on 60 Minutes; 2-20-22. I’ve had problems with my right eye, for over two years now. Bouncing from VA Hospitals, VA Clinics; trying to find someone that gives a shit.
I get ready, lock up the motorhome and head for Grand Junction, Colorado, VA. I’m only 30 minutes away, and not rushed. VA, is an abbreviation for the Veteran’s Administration. A place where Veterans, are supposed to receive medical care. I pull off the National Forest Road, onto the main highway. Just, as I come over the hill, not a mile from our camp; there’s a State Trooper. Waiting, to try and catch me speeding. This happens, over and over again, when I have an appointment. I look at my speedometer, and slow it down a bit. I also see a guy just up the road. This minion, sets along the road, waiting to see which direction I take. Its another act to let me know I’m being watched. An attempt of intimation, along with a physiological attack on my mental health. Koda and I, head on down the road to Grand Junction.
As we pull into the parking lot, a man quickly cuts us off, and takes the last spot, close to the entrance door. It’s early, and hardly anyone is in the office. Once I check in; the perps start rolling in. Koda and I are setting in the lobby. These perps start with their over the top; hand in pocket skit. Then, some start the hair flipping shit. I’m talking 5 women, coming and going, flipping their hair as far int the air as they can. Even the staff chime in. Yes, folks, Koda and I are in a medical facility. As the women flip their hair, the men stair directly into Koda’s eyes. One even comes over, looking as threatening as possible. Wearing a big billed cap, big dark glasses, and a large black mask. He sets down right beside us, bends down, looks directly into Koda’s eyes. Koda, laying at my feet. The man asked if he could pet Koda, as he looks sternly into his eyes. I said no, he a Service Dog. I then asked if he wouldn’t stare into his eyes. I told him; dogs can take it as threatening. Koda, didn’t, because he’s used to it. Many VA staff, do it all the time. Even a Patient Advocate, that is supposed to help Veterans. This person is supposed to help veterans; having problems with the VA.
I stood up for myself and my dog, so now the minions are really pissed. They send in more Village Idiots, Sociopaths and Narcissist. Displaying their Perp Colors, fake coughs, arms flailing, American Flag Face Masks, large dark glasses, and stupidly big headphones. I’m talking big, big headphones. Not earbuds.
After seeing the doctor, a nurse has Koda and I, set in the hallway. She then, brigs over the guy with the stupid big headphones. She tells him to set right beside Koda, on my left. Even though, there are seats to my right. Koda, is getting uncomfortable, but continues to lay by my side, unmoved. He starts to whine a bit, as he looks up to me. He’s getting very uncomfortable, I see it in his face. The guy is playing something through his headphones that’s irritating Koda, intensely. I can’t hear it, and I’m not hard on hearing. The ‘Stupid Big Headphone Skit’, is used on us quite often. Especially, when we go to a laundry mat. They use something that makes Koda, extremely anxious and irritated. Many, actually smile, while doing so. This was at a civilian ophthalmologist office. I will say, the doctor was more thorough in the hour and a half, we were there; than the VA has, in over 2 years. This doctor ordered lab work, and an ultra sound. A skit; is what I call these, conspired, and practiced acts, of Gang Stalking/Domestic Terrorism.
I’m still waiting on an MRI read, from over two moths ago, that I got at the Phoinex VA. The Neuro-Ophithmoligest, at Barrow Neurological Institute. Spent less time with me, than I did filling out a little paperwork. He was dismissive and short. After, over two years of dealing with my right eye; I had to demand an MRI. I’m still waiting for a video call, so he can give me the MRI results. I have no confidence in a diagnosis or prognosis, from this guy. Their office Gaslighting me, leaving repeat message; that I have an in office appointment Monday, in Phoenix. This appointment is a video conference call, I set up before heading back to Colorado. I confirmed it two weeks ago. This week, and today, as I write this; they call with prerecorded messages and text. Wanting me to confirm, an in office visit for Monday. I’ve called them many times, left messages, and got ghosted.
So, now we are headed to the Grand Junction, VA, to get my lab work done. The front parking lot is full, so we head to the parking garage. We have the minions, trolling around to see where we park. We find a spot in the garage and park. I gather my things, and Koda the Magnificent. I open the car door, someone just behind us, honks their car horn 6 times. This wasn’t an alarm, this was one of the minions, letting everyone know; we are getting out of the car. It’s also a psychological stimuli, that lets you know, you are being watched. We get it, all the time, and have recorded it.
We walk to the back entrance. There are two VA Police Officers, and a man; standing in front of the door, blocking our way. We get through these guys, I use the hand sanitizer. The guy with the tan blazer, says something about my “furry friend.
A few years back I had surgery, one of many. I was living and working in Yosemite National Park. I was using the Fresno, California, VA. My daughter flew out, to help me with recovery, and spend Fathers Day with me. What a daughter…. While I was in the hospital, she would come to visit daily. When I was able to walk, she would walk with me down the halls of this beautiful hospital. These hallways filled with pictures of dedication, loyalty and sacrifice. Past wars, and their participants. She’s holding my arm, I look at her, looking at the pictures. Wondering if she can absorb, the depth of the sacrifice behind them. We get to the end of the hall and turn around. I see a young man in the hallway. Kooks to be early 20s. My daughter looked a little blushed. She looked directly at me and said; “Dad, that guy has been following me, every time I visit”. No Shit, my daughter was being stalked at the VA Hospital. All, the while; VA Police, watch on their many cameras. VA Police, will try to bait, intimidate and watch Targets, like a hawk. Yes, folks, this shit really happens at our VA facilities. You have to ask yourself; Is this how our CIA and FBI, train their Minions? They recruit KIDS, while they are in High School!
I knew better than to stop, and respond to these guys. I headed for the lab, with my ophthalmologist lab request. I went to the window, to check in. There was also supposed to a lab request, from the Phoenix VA. I was told last week, it was in the system; when speaking to one of the traveling vet coordinators. It wasn’t. I was told I had to go to the ER, and get a doctors authorization, for the new request. I didn’t have a problem with that, because; its to make sure and verify, its a legit request. What I have a problem with; is the Grand Junction VA Staff, and other minions, intently in wait, to attack my mental health, bait me, harass me, and set me up.
We go back down, to the ER. As we walk towards the check in window, a guy standing a distance from it, steps up to the window. He’s stalling, Gaslighting about the Mental Health Ward, He’s giving more minions time to show up. They weren’t expecting me to come right in today. This also gave the staff time enough time, to come up with excuses, for why my other lab request, was not in the system. When I was told by phone, it was.
I finally check in, and we have a seat. There are a few people in the area, but not too crowded. As soon as we do, a guy close to us; leans over and looks directly into Koda’s eyes. Koda looks away. The man continues this, with extremely stern looks. I asked him please not to, said it’s a threatening act to a dog. He knows this, but is baiting for a confrontation. The simple fuck, is finally called away, but is replaced by two others. One not wearing a mask. The VA requires a face mask at this facility, and I believe all. Koda, has been uncomfortable since we walked in. He knows where we are, and what to expect. We got the same treatment last Friday. He still lays patiently, at my side. A woman comes in, sets a large purse on a seat across from us. Then, sits on our side across from it. I start receiving a light Electronic Weapons attack. I don’t know if its coming from her purse. As she sets there smiling, her mask pulled down, so I can see.
A nurse calls us up to the front. As Koda and I squeeze through the minions sent to bait and harass us. We walk pass the purse, the woman so intently sat in a chair. Koda stops and sniffs it. Seriously, he does. He gets attacked with Electronic Weapons, and audio stimuli, too. Koda and I work are way through the now, packed waiting area. The nurse has my records in his hand. As we walk towards him; several nurses rush to cut us off. When we do reach him; he tells me, I’m the wrong patient, have a seat. Koda and I look for a clear path back to our seat; another nurse comes up and start Gaslighting about the Mental Health Ward. I stood up for a while, because of setting all morning at two different facilities. There was a man in an electric wheelchair. He asked about Koda, so we stopped and talked with him for a while.
He asked about service dogs. I told him; as far as I know, the VA does not provide Service dogs. There are many civilian groups that help veterans obtain a service dog. Many times, at no, or low cost to the veteran. That’s the norm, for our Veterans. They have to reach out to civilian organizations, to get their required medical needs. That’s because the VA, and our government wont. Why is that Mr President? You continually bring up your sons military service, while veterans are reaching out to civilian agencies, because the VA WON’T fulfill their needs. How long have you been in politic? Why don’t you add another 800 Billion to the Defense Spending; while veterans kill themselves.
I told the man I am, an Advance Certified Animal Care Specialist, and trained Koda myself. He asked to pet Koda, and I let him. Koda, licked his hand softly and gave him his sweetest look. I showed him a few hand signals, I’ve taught him. We were both lost in the gentle actions of Koda. For a moment; we forgot about the crowded clinic. That didn’t last long; because the minions, can’t have it. Rick is enjoying himself; we have to do something about it. Nurse, after nurse strolling by. Clicking pens, fake coughs, flailing arms, and Mental Health Ward Gaslighting. Then, one brings out the American Flag. Yep, they have to throw that in our face. When all else fails, they use the American Flag. It’s folded, and just a Gaslighting Prop. They pulled that one two years ago, after I complained to the Patient Advocate. Koda, and I handle ourselves like pros, because we are. This is a small VA Hospital, with very limited doctor staff. Nurses, think they control the show, Many times they do. Free Speech, is not so Free; in the United States of America. It can cost you dearly.
An hour later, I finally got the Ophthalmologist request in. We headed back up to the lab. We had the minions rushing ahead of us, to the elevator. Koda and I entered, one man had a clear plastic bag. This bag had the exact items, I left on our kitchen counter this morning. This, another act of Gaslighting. It also, lets a Target Know, they are being watched, or someone has entered their home. It’s another Gaslighting Tactic; used to attack the mental health of a Target, to bait and discredit them.
Then, there are two others. Dressed in their Bright Perp Colors. The man, working his way, as close to Koda as possible. We stood to the back, but when the elevator opened, they wanted us to exit first. We didn’t, and I told the two by the door to go ahead. As they did, I could see the man in the tan blazer. He was the same man, with the two VA Police, when we first came in. He was standing just to the right of the elevator door. As Koda and I step to the door, I said wait. That’s his command to stop and wait. Knowing that at almost every corner, entrance or exit; a minion, is waiting. Koda, stops and waits. As we do, the man in the tan blazer, walks pass us. As he does, he reaches into the elevator, open handed, fingers separated, right at Koda face. The two that stepped out ahead of us, standing there, in their perp colors, to witness; if I act out. I didn’t, and neither did Koda. I told the man “He’s a service dog, you don’t do that to someones service dog”. He smiles and says “I was just saying hi”. I didn’t start a confrontation, and we left for the lab. We are in a medical facility, the staff is not educated enough, to not reach out, at a Service Dog? Give me a fucking break….
We go into this small room so I can get my blood drawn. The smell of sanitizer and alcohol, was overwhelming. It irritated Koda, immensely. He still, just lay at my left side. I ran labs at two veterinary facilities, and at the Cheyenne Mountain Zoo; in Colorado. I know what labs and exam rooms smell like. This is a tactic used on Targets. They use the sense of smell to harass and Gaslight Targets. They will use sanitizer, alcohol, auto exhaust, second hand smoke, the smell of gasoline and diesel. You can see them in action, at the Grand Junction Walmart, parking lot. It’s on their cameras.
We finished our labs, and head to the parking garage. Ahead of us, rushes someone from the Hospital. He walks upwind, and lights a cigarette. We get in the car and leave, as the minions come out flipping their hair.
We drive across the street to have lunch. It was literally just across the street. It was a long morning, and our day not even half over. We gather our things, go in. As we enter; there are two young guys setting by the window. Probably in their early twenties, they start fake coughing. There’s a woman ahead of us, she stalling, giving other minions time to show up. Koda and I patiently wait. The guy at the counter disappeared. We are used to this. More minions, come marching in. Yep, its a Stupid Fest; sponsored by the Local Village Idiots Association. I finally get my order in, take my cup, get mobbed at the soft drink fountain. The Coke dispenser didn’t work, I mentioned it to the employee that rushed up there ahead of us. She moved the top of the Coke tap, and said try it. I did, as sprays all over Koda and I.
We have a seat, Koda laying at my left fett, minion after minion, walking by; looking directly down at Koda. Not even giving me a glance; just intently, looking into Koda’s eyes. Koda the Magnificent didn’t even flinch. He was looking at dad, waiting for the delicious morsels, he so well deserved. While we ate, someone blocked the view to our car, with an SUV. It was soon surrounded, by vans, trucks, and SUVs. None of them had an electric car, Mr Transportation Secretary. I don’t know where these Bottom Feeders are getting their gas money from? They don’t seem to be working.
We finished our lunch, headed to the door, as a minion rushes to the bathroom, thinking I may have to pee. They will leave piss all over the floor for Koda to step in. Really, they will. Just ask the Walmart employees in Grand Junction, Colorado, or Buckeye, Arizona. We get in the car, someone has moved my rear view mirror, changed my air conditioning settings (it’s going to be 100 today). Both my back windows were down about an inch. Nothing taken, just shit tampered with. This is the norm, for a Targeted Individual, in the United Sates of America.
Koda and I headed to the River Park. They have several fenced, dog play areas. We got there before noon, not to hot for Koda yet. I took him there often, after I first adopted him. For socialization and other training. There are pictures from two years ago, in our photostream.
When we arrived, there was no one in the three open play areas. I’m thinking great, Koda can be a dog! But, I know what’s coming. He’s looking around, a bit confused, its been two years. He finally realized where he was. He starts skipping across the grass, running, happy as can be. It was short lived; the minions start showing up. First, we had a guy brig in a big pit-bull. Thinking I would be intimidated. I’ve worked with military working dogs for years, pit-bulls are sweethearts; compared. Koda wasn’t intimidated either. His tail wagging, panting, happy to make a new friend. NOT, what they expected. Koda, rushes up to the bruit, as do I, covering his back. I started talking, with the young guy who brought him in. Just basic things, he had questions about his dog, I happily gave him suggestions. His wife (Miss Honey-Pot), setting in the car, joins us. Short-shorts, bending and stretching exposing way to much flesh. I didn’t mind, but didn’t drool over it. It’s Basic Gang Stalking 101.
Then comes in the Red Husky. It was followed by a manly-man. Shaved head, muscles bulging everywhere, tight shirt and pants. Koda rushes to greet the Husky, his happy self. The Husky, a young male, seemed a bit taken. Koda and the Pittie rushing at him. The guy who brought it in, came over to the picnic table. The Perp Couple, still there. The Husky had a Service dog vest, so I asked the guy about him. He told me about a local organization, that trains them and gives them to vets.
Then he tried to repeat some of the same conversation, I had with the guy in the electric wheel chair, this morning. He tried hard, but flubbed it. This is called Street Theater. The guy told me he was a vet with PTSD. I’m not going to question that. I could tell the man was troubled. It showed in his eye contact, facial expressions. I could tell anxiety was setting in. I didn’t fault this man. I didn’t judge him. I’m sure so many have. He told me he was a veteran, I could see he was troubled; that was enough. Some people are recruited into Gang Stalking, even veterans. Often, being offered something that can’t achieve for themselves. Unknowing, of the full picture. Mr President; why don’t you help veterans in need of service dogs? This poor guy tried his best, then went and sat in his truck, with his dog. My heart weighing heavy, knowing this struggling man, has been so wrongly misguided.
As Koda is having a blast; a FedEx Semi pulls into the parking lots. He takes up a ton of parking places. Parking, facing the side of my car. So, he can set in his truck, watch me, and my car. Then a big construction truck pulls in. It has a cherry picker. It parked behind us. This is a small, city parking lot.
I get mobbed, followed, blocked and cut off by FedEx, UPS, and USPS drivers, all the time. No shit folks, many people are afraid to discuss it, but IT IS TRUE. Our Government Agencies; have their minions all over the United States. Spying on, baiting and harassing, Targets. They even have your neighbors spying on you. Some call it the Neighborhood Watch, others call it Gang Stalking. It’s Domestic Terrorism! Just look up he definition if you need to. Educate yourselves, please.
Karen came in, as he was leaving the play area. Her job was to throw balls towards the fence. Close to the outer sidewalk. As she did; local sociopaths, waiting for an opportune moment. They would ride by on a bikes, skates; in their colors. Some, carrying floats for the swimming area (too far away). There’s a parking lot, not full at all. Trying everything to try and get Koda to chase and bark after them. All the while, getting their daily needs, of sociopathic fulfillment. It didn’t work that well. Koda was getting to hot and tired to chase anything. They continued trying, in their bright orange and red colors. Their combined intelligence, far lower, than this amazing dog that has blessed my life. But, they will try and take that away from me. Weekly, daily; sometimes. Koda was getting hot, so it was time for us to leave.
We needed to get a few groceries. I wanted to try a local City Market in Fruita, Colorado. It’s only about 12 miles from our camp. The minions in wait; knowing there are a few things I need. Yep, they really do. I’m sure they did an inventory while I was gone. They tamper with my motorhome, all the time. They like to tamper with my frig in the summer, move things around, sometimes destroy small items. They did this in Yosemite National Park too.
As we pull in; they had the Honey-Pot walking pass me. There were minions waiting to mob and block us at the carts; just like Walmart. Once inside, they started setting up. Using their carts, their bodies; to block me from getting ranch dressing, veggies, salad-mix, bread, butter and water. One woman attempting 4 times, thinking I needed more than I did. I was tempted to ask her to hold my phone, as I start a prerecord, loud, extended fart, on it. But, decided against it. A prank I share with my granddaughters. Yes, I’ve been watching too much YouTube.
We get the same community mobbing show, as we do at Walmart. But, with less intensity; piece of cake. I wanted one, as I walked through the bakery. Koda helps pull my heavy cart, with the water and all. We headed to the checkout. Billy-Bob, was waiting to cut in front of us. The young couple ahead of him, were keeping the cashier occupied by their personal life. Long after they paid. They gave another, time to slip in behind us. Sometimes these people will switch things out; from my cart, or the conveyor. As another keeps me occupied, by harassing Koda. This guy didn’t, he just got smothering close. As we leave, we get blocked at the doors, a bid diesel truck; setting up to accelerate just in front of us, as we step out the doors. As we leave; here comes the Hony-Pot again.
You may ask; who is “they”. “They”, are some of the people you work with. “They”, are some of people working in our VA Hospitals, Clinics. “They”, are some of your neighbors. “They”, may be a relative, someone you may consider as a friend. “They”, are some of the police officers, in your community, your state. “They”, are many, in our government agencies.
Mr President, Mr CIA, FBI, and Homeland Security Directors, as you cower in the Halls of our Nation. Like, the Law Enforcement Officers, in the Halls, of the a Uvalde Texas, Grade School. As teachers and children are slaughtered. How many veterans have have ended their lives today? How many have committed suicide while on your watch? How many can be attributed to the horrific treatment, at VA Facilities; from VA Staff. By the retaliation, mobbing, gaslighting, harassment, dismissal; from VA Staff? How long are you going to pretend that Electronic Weapons; are not being used and tested, on us citizens, on US Soil? How long are you going to pretend Gang Stalking is not real? That this is not Domestic Terrorism! You criticize other Nations on their Human Rights Treatment! You can’t even keep your own houses in order! Look at our History!
There are veterans afraid to speak out. I’ve spoken to some of them. I don’t question their courage, one bit. No one should. So, send you minions my way. The Airplanes, Jets and Helicopters. The Village Idiots, Sociopaths, and Narcissist; that do your bidding. Attack my character, discredit me, destroy my life. My mental health is fine, I can take it; I have for 14 years. There are many that can’t!
And, LEAVE MY DAUGHTER AND DOG ALONE.
Like, many would like you to belive; No, I don't belive everyone is out to get me. Just the Bottom Feeders, trying to destroy our democrocy.
I have spoke to many in the medical field. Gaslighting in our medical facilities (not just veteran), is extremely common. Workplace Mobbing, is at all time highs. Employers, are scratching their heads, wondering why; many don’t want to return to work. It’s the Toxic Work Environment, in the United States. Workplace Mobbing, is rewarded in the United States Workplace. Those that are willing to lie, cheat, steal and ride on the backs of others; are the ones being promoted.
The title, The Morning After; is from the following morning of my last post (Contentment). In that post; I wrote the Gunfire ended. I spoke to soon. When I stepped out the next day, putting our solar panels out; the Gunfire started again. When I took Koda out to pee, at 7 am; there was a motorcycle waiting behind the hill. The one in the picture, the right foreground. He comes flying through the dry creek bed, to the left of our motorhome. You see it in the picture. I took it standing 5 foot, to the left of our motorhome. I play fetch with Koda there. In the mornings and some evenings. That's why they do it. The minion on the motorcycle, does a couple loops around the back of the motorhome, too. That day, we had the Loma, Colorado, Village Idiots firing high powered rifles. When we went out to move solar panels, and our morning walk. I solar for 95% of my electrical needs, and move them to get max output. They use the sun, to judge the time of day, and when I will come out. When I took Koda out to pee, for the evening; here comes another motorcycle, doing the same thing. But yes, Mr FBI Director and Local Law Enforcement; its all just a coincidence. As you would like the United States of America, and the world to think.
I need to move in my solar panels folks. Billy-Bob is waiting by the roadside. He wants to see if I bring Koda out, without a leash. Everything I’ve told you is real, and TRUE. Its not based on my feelings; as a VA staff member, tried to tell me today. It’s based on some of the best, military reconnaissance training, in the world. It’s based on 14 years, of documents, videos, pictures and conversations with other Targeted Individual, in the United States. Gang Stalking is real in the United States of America. Don’t let anyone tell you its not, or just a Conspiracy Theory (their normal Scape-Goat). Violence, is not the answer. Neither, is Mobbing someones house, or workplace. Educate yourself, speak out, us online venues, vote. If you look hard enough, you will find the truth. Please do, before it disappears; like so much, in American History. As I tried to upload this, I couldn’t log onto Flickr. Someone had changed my password. I had to reset it. Someone, also locked me out of my VA, online account. This is what happens when you tell the TRUTH, about the United States of America.
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A re enactor posses during a Royal Green Jacket association event. Riflemen were different, in many ways, to the soldiers that made up the bulk of the British Army. Instead of the classic 'redcoat' with white crossbelts worn by most infantrymen, the Rifles wore a distinctive 'greenjacket' and black leatherwork. This was the first attempt at camouflage by the British Army and was a reflection of the very different role expected of this brand new soldier. And the first mass use of the "Rifle" within the British Army.
UN paratroopers of the Special Forces Unit codenamed Task Force 219 (Alpha Unit) of the United Special Forces (USF) during the initial stages of the Outbreak. These members were formally attached to the United Armed Forces (UAF) paratrooper units prior to the Outbreak. This picture depicts a unit that was part of Task Force 219 patrolling the streets during the Outbreak
Task Force 219 was a codename of one of the many special forces units under the USF. also known as ‘’Alpha Unit’’ is a multinational special forces group founded before the Outbreak, they consist of various members from various special forces groups, and their main task was counter-terrorism on a global scale. However, they soon absorbed many of the remaining special forces under a single command during the Outbreak, at least what remained of these units.
‘’The Outbreak’’ sometimes dubbed as ‘’The Apocalypse’’ or ‘’World War Z’’ is a global outbreak of Specimen Z, an experimental virus that has spread around the globe. It spread globally in around 28 hours and caused the collapse of several nations within those hours. Resulting in mass panic and global destruction.
UN forces are fighting against the infected during a massive global zombie outbreak. Consisting of several armies from around the globe united together in accordance with a secretive UN protocol. They cooperated with the total defense against the increase of infected, which resulted in a global conflict against the infected. The UN army is considered to be the largest and most powerful faction seen in the Outbreak series so far.
(Dubbed as the UN Army in the Outbreak videos) They are a faction that has yet to appear in future content, despite that. The UN army already made several appearances in my brickfilms. The most notable was the Zombie Outbreak videos.
Their main job during the Outbreak was to evacuate the civilians out of the infected ''Hot Zone'' areas by combating the infected with various weapons in order to buy time. They were also tasked with maintaining order in and outside the Quarantine Zones as mass panic was still in progress.
This is a concept that might be explored in the future
Custom helmets: Brickarms/Brickizimo
Custom head: Theminifigco
Custom weapons: brickarms
Custom minifig: Eclipsegrafx
Link of brickfilms where the faction appears:
Part 1:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mjqkZeMoI04
Part 2:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=quS1pl24RT4
Part 3:
So after working on my giant LEGO Battle of Peleliu MOC on my YouTube channel (clonetrooperx39) I saw the need for my own Arisaka rifle. Here is my take on a very historic rifle in the Pacific Theater.
Top to bottom:
Reddish Brown
Black and Brown Swirl
Black and Brown Overmold
Solid Black
I'll be making Gunmetal and brown overmolds very soon. Right now these are being used in my MOC on YouTube and after that they will be available on my site.
Let me know what you think!
Top to bottom: Remington 700 in .243 Win., 1943 M91/30 Mosin Nagant (Izhevsk), 1917 No.1 Mk.III* SMLE (B.S.A.C.), 1976 M59/66A1 Yugo SKS.
Seen at a weapons museum.
American Military Edged Weaponry Museum in Lancaster County, Pennsylvania. Collections of U.S. military knives and artifacts used by American military servicemen can be seen here.
Here are some for BFVA! Come find me and pick out your favorite one! My favorite is the Black and Pearl Gold Overmold!
M16, AK-47, and SCAR-L.
I don't know jack about guns, so hopefully these aren't too out of scale with each other.
You can download the .lxf file here.