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2.4.1986.
Large logo Class 50 No 50032 'Courageous' arrives at Paddington station with a train from Reading. It looks to have some minor damage at the front end. 50032 was scrapped in 1991.
Scanned from from one of my 35mm Ilfochrome slides.
Class 50 no. 50032 (Courageous) sits forlorn inside Old Oak Common shed on 29th December 1990. The loco, now minus nameplates was withdrawn from service in October 1990 and was having useful comnponents recovered to assis in the maintenance of other members of the Class 50 fleet at this time.
Soon, she would be reduced to scrap metal in a skip - a horrible way to treat my favourite loco.
Rachel C is Courageously Vulnerable (CV) in this image. That is she's transparent and vulnerable in a radically different way. It is strength and confidence knowing that you are willing and committed to love and reject the limitations of fear, which is just insecurity and uncertainty. It starts with acceptance of yourself and awareness of belonging, from there you can reach out and cross the daunting divide of fear and rejection, and be yourself. The cool thing is we are all attracted to sincerity and vulnerability. I'm touched by the energy that emanates from Rachel C in this photo. I'm glad I met her, she's a wonderful person. She's 18 yrs old and studying acting at INOVA. Washington DC, 1 October 2017.
Houston Ship Channel from Fort San Jacinto Historic Point Galveston November 21, 2017, an overcast, drizzly day.
OSG Courageous Towing Vessel USCG Doc 1231405 Overseas Shipholding Group Wilmington DE
On 17 June 2023, Courageous (Bagnall), is about to cross the Ashton swing bridge on the Ribble Steam Railway.
The Coast Guard commissioned the 56th fast response cutter (FRC), Coast Guard Cutter David Duren, on June 27 in Astoria, Oregon. David Duren, which was delivered to the Coast Guard in April, is the first of three FRCs to be homeported in Astoria. Vice Adm. Andrew Tiongson, commander of the Coast Guard Pacific Area; Lt. Casey Rude, David Duren commanding officer; and cutter sponsor Dawn Marie Duren and her daughter were present at the ceremony, as well as additional Duren family members.
The cutter’s namesake, David Duren, was born in Sweet Home, Oregon, and enlisted in the Coast Guard during the Vietnam War. He was first attached to Coast Guard Cutter Kukui in Hawaii before transitioning to search and rescue boat operations in the Pacific Northwest. Trained as a heavy weather coxswain, he graduated from the National Motor Lifeboat School in 1969 and was certified as Coast Guard Surfman No. 100. It was Duren’s heroic rescue actions at Station Depoe Bay, Oregon, after obtaining the rank of chief boatswain’s mate in 1979 that not only earned him the nickname “Big Wave Dave,” but also respect and recognition as a compassionate, forward-thinking leader.
Duren received two Coast Guard Medals for his rescue actions at Station Depoe Bay, was advanced to the rank of master chief petty officer and received the Douglas A. Munro Inspirational Leadership Award. After his retirement in 1993, he enjoyed outdoor leisure activities until he passed away in 2016.
Crew of David Duren manning the rails. U.S. Coast Guard photo by Petty Officer 2nd Class Steven Strohmaier.
The Sentinel-class FRCs are replacing the 1980s Island-class 110-foot patrol boats, and possess 21st century command, control, communications, computers, intelligence, surveillance and reconnaissance equipment, with improved habitability and seakeeping. Each FRC is named after an enlisted Coast Guard hero who performed extraordinary service in the line of duty. A total of 67 FRCs have been ordered to date to perform a multitude of missions that include drug and migrant interdiction, joint international operations and national defense of ports, waterways and coastal areas.
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A courageous but also very reckless toa of fire, Rulor was created without the ability to sense pain. In some respects this has made him stronger and tirelessly but this means he doesn't know when to stop when he has been seriously hurt.
However a recent injury to his shoulders has brought him back with his feet on the ground.
15.5.09
We're driving towards the orphanage. The highway is lonely, save for a few languid trucks ambling along. It is damp too, and a thick fog covers the countryside: a single light here or there provides the only hint of civilization amidst the interminable verdure. Inside the van, the smoke of cigarettes past wafts in the air, lingering like a lost soul. I inhale, and quickly cough. I subsequently open the window to the enveloping darkness outside, so slightly as to not disturb my companions in the back. The roar of the road echoes in my ears.
An unexpected wrench was thrown into our travel plans today. The trip began expediently enough as the bus on which Candy and I rode reached the Shenzhen airport with hours to spare; however, the unscheduled hiccups soon followed. We received an announcement over the public address system notifying us of a flight delay, due to a mysterious military maneuver, we deduced, high in the Shenzhen skies. Several more sonorous reminders came in punctual succession over the next six hours. It seemed as though we would be stuck, stranded really, at the airport forever, or for the day at least. Thankfully, after the police arrested some of the more aggrieved passengers, we finally boarded the plane and took off for central China. We were blessed to be on our way at last, none of us having blown a gasket during the afternoon tedium.
One more pitch black road awaited, down a single lonely lane lined with swarthy trees, standing as though sentries, and at length we arrived at the orphanage. The car stopped in a clearing, and we stepped out, onto a cement lot with soft puddles spread silently beneath our feet. We squinted into the twilight, our eyes trying to make sense of the surroundings. Our bags were unloaded, we made our way to the rooms, and soon enough fell asleep. I think we all enjoyed the repose, rendered especially comfortable by the new guest rooms in which we were staying.
16.5.09
We have only been here for barely 24 hours, yet it feels as though we have been here for much longer, as if time at some point in our journey decided to slow itself to a crawl. Maybe it was because of the litany of activities that we packed into the span of several hours, or perhaps it was the lack of worldly distractions, allowing us to focus solely on our mission, that caused us to suspend the hands of that imaginary clock in our mind. Whatever the case, we've enjoyed every minute at the orphanage; it is time definitely well spent in service!
Morning call was at 6:20; and after a prayer meeting we went down to finally visit the kids. They were playing on the vast driveway of the orphanage, savoring their moment of freedom before breakfast. To see so many friendly faces, in spite of their precarious physical and filial circumstance was definitely encouraging. I made a multitude of new friends; and did my best throughout the day to impact those kids with joy, honesty and patience. It is a powerful cocktail which brings love immediately to many.
The food at the orphanage is without processing, as natural as victuals can be in these days of impersonal industrial production. Large chunks of mantou, steaming bowls of soupy congee, and salty vegetables with slivers of meat have characterized our meals. It is the kind of humble stuff that lengthens life spans, and disciplines the palate.
We presented a wide range of activities - structured and unstructured; whole class and small group - to the kids, in the hope that we would manage them as much as amuse. In the morning, as though breaking the ice once were not enough, we ran through a series of dizzying, if not at times totally incoherent, activities designed to familiarize our dispositions to each other. Later, we established a makeshift fun fair, at which we ushered the children to rooms filled with (board) games, and puzzles, and other, more colorful activities such as face painting and balloon making. The kids couldn't at length contain their enthusiasm, busting into and out of rooms with impunity, soaking in the rapturous atmosphere. In the afternoon, our team attempted to tire them out: running topped the agenda, and by leaps and bounds, the activities, whether straightforward relays or schoolyard classics like duck duck goose and red light, green light, indeed began to tucker our charges out. We, too, were pretty beat by the time night began to creep over the horizon!
17.5.09
Yesterday evening, we surprised the students with a musical performance, followed by forty minutes of bubble-blowing madness; to be sure, the students could not appreciate our somewhat accurate rendition of Amazing Grace so much as the innocent madness of dipping one's hands in a solution of dish detergent and corn syrup and then whispering a bubble to life; and indeed, the moment the Disney branded bubble-making machines churned the first batch of bubbles into the air, with much rapidity weaving their frenetic pattern of fun, chaos erupted in the room. The students stormed the soap basin, and almost overwhelmed my teammates who valiantly held the Snitch and Pooh high above the heads of the clamoring kids.
During the evening's festivities, I grew progressively ill, until at last I dashed out of the room to sneeze. Outside, in the cool of the night, under a cloud of stars beaming so far away in the deep of space, I exploded in a rancor of sneezing. The fit lasted for five minutes, an inexorable depression in my system which sent both my body and my esteem tumbling down. I felt bad, not only for my exceedingly rickety health, but for my teammates and the children who may have been exposed to my sickness as it incubated within me; furthermore, everyone in the classroom was saying goodbye and all I could do was rid myself of a sniffle here and there, in between rounds of bursting from nostrils and sinuses. I was impotent, as though one of my insignificant droplets on the floor!
18.5.09
We are in a car heading towards a famous historical site in Henan. The driver's drawl slips slowly from his mouth, and what he says resonates intelligibly in our ears. Candy, Tanya and the driver are discussing Chinese mythology, and history, which, for better or for worse seem to be inextricably intertwined. We narrowly just now missed hitting an idle biker in the middle of the road; in dodging our human obstacle, the car swerved into the oncoming traffic, sending us flying inside the cabin. Reciting a verse from a worship song calmed our frazzled nerves.
How to describe the children? Many of them smiled freely, and were so polite when greeted that undoubtedly they had been trained well at some point in the tumult of their life education. Precociousness was also a common characteristic shared by the kids, whose stunted bodies belied the mature, perspicacious thoughts hiding just underneath the skin. Of course, in our time together we were more merry than serious, that quality being best left for the adults working silently in their rooms; and to that effect, the kids brought out their funny bones and jangled them in the air to stir up the excitement and to destroy by a jocular clamor any hint of a dull moment – we really laughed a lot. At last, although not all of them seemed interested in our staged activities – rather than feign enthusiasm and eagerness, some skipped our events altogether – those who did participate, most of them in fact, enjoyed themselves with abandon, helping to create that delightful atmosphere where the many sounds of elation reign.
Of the students whom I had the opportunity to know personally, several still stick out in my mind, not the least for my having christened a few of them with English names! David was bold, and courageous, willing to soothe crying babes as much as reprimand them when their capricious actions led them astray; he had a caring heart not unlike a shepherd who tends to his young charges. Edward, who at 13 was the same age as David, definitely grew emotionally, not to mention physically attached to me. He was by my side for much of the weekend, grabbing onto my hand and not letting go, to the point where I in my arrogance would detach my fingers within his, ever so slightly, as if to suggest that a second more would lead to a clean break - I know now that with the cruel hands of time motoring away during the mission, I shouldn't have lapsed into such an independent, selfish state; he should have been my son. Another child who became so attached to the team as to intimate annoyance was the boy we deemed John's son, because the boy, it seemed, had handcuffed himself to our teammate, and would only free himself to cause insidious mischief, which would invariably result in an explosion of hysterics, his eyes bursting with tears and his mouth, as wide as canyon, unleashing a sonorous wail when something went wrong. On the other hand, Alice remained in the distance, content to smile and shyly wave her hand at our team while hiding behind her sisters. And last but not least, of our precious goonies, Sunny undoubtedly was the photographer extraordinaire, always in charge of the school's camera, snapping away liberally, never allowing any passing moment to escape his shot.
That I learned on this trip so much about my teammates verily surprised me, as I thought the relationships that we had established were already mature, not hiding any new bump, any sharp edge to surprise us from our friendly stupor. So, consider myself delightfully amazed at how a few slight changes in the personality mix can bring out the best, the most creative and the strangest in the group dynamic: admittedly, Candy and Tanya were the ideal foils for John, they eliciting the most humorous observations and reactions from my house church leader, they expertly constructing a depth of character that even last week, in the wake of the Guangdong biking trip, I never knew existed! Most of all, I'm glad to have been a part of such a harmonious fellowship, for the fact that we could prayer together as one, and encourage each other too, and all the more as we saw the day approaching.
“Captains Courageous” is a coming-of-age tale of fishing off the New England coast. It is the story of Harvey Cheyne, a spoiled rich kid, who stumbles overboard an ocean liner and is rescued by fisherman Manuel Fidello off the Grand Banks of Newfoundland and brought aboard a small fishing boat. There he meets Disko Troop, captain of the fishing boat, who refuses to take the young man back to port but agrees to take him on as part of the crew against Harvey’s wishes. Over the course of the novel, Harvey befriends the captain’s son Dan and has some sense knocked into him. Dan helps the arrogant, overly pampered Harvey become a hard-working, self-reliant man at sea.
“Captains Courageous” is also an excellent portrayal of life in the Gloucester fishing fleet of Massachusetts, written while the newlywed Kipling lived in Vermont. Although Kipling lived in Vermont several years and was married to an American this is his only novel with entirely American settings, themes and major characters. The American edition of the book is dedicated to James Conland, M.D., of Brattleboro, Vermont. Dr. Conland had brought the Kiplings elder daughter into the world and had been a member of the Massachusetts fishing fleet. It is he who took Kipling to explore the wharves and quays of Boston and Gloucester.
Considered one of the great sea novels of the 19th century, “Captains Courageous” was made into an excellent Victor Fleming film in 1937 starring Freddie Bartholomew (Harvey Cheyne), Spencer Tracy (his rescuer Manuel Fidello),
Lionel Barrymore (Captain Disko Troop) and Mickey Rooney (Dan Troop).
Courageous are the hands
that reach out to another in need
unarmed of pride
that cripples many
with silence or an empty roar
68029 'Courageous' arrives at Scarborough, Friday 2nd October 2020 with 1T29 11:00 York - Scarborough. The Grade II listed Falsgrave North Eastern Railway built sigalbox having been out of use since 2010.
Creator: Pang Ka (龐卡, b. 1935)
Title: Advance Courageously Under the Guidance of the Red Flag of Mao Zedong Thought (在毛泽东思想红旗指引下, 奋勇前进 / ZAI MAO ZE DONG SI XIANG HONG QI ZHI YIN XIA, FEN YONG QIAN JIN)
Date: 1964
Extent: 1 colour poster 50x76cm
Format: Poster
Image ID: F6207
Rights Info: No known restrictions on access
Repository: Thomas Fisher Rare Book Library, University of Toronto, Toronto, Ontario Canada, M5S 1A5
Publisher: Shanghai People's Fine Arts Press (上海人民美术出版社)
Imprint: Shanghai, January 1966
Edition: First edition, 1964
General Publication Number (统一书号) T8081·9206
Price: 0.15 yuan
I originally planned to go into New York City to photograph counterfeit Louis Vuitton bags. I wanted to blog about the frequent sightings of Coach, Burberry, and Louis Vuitton handbags at CVS. In my naivety, I used to believe all the bags were authentic. However, I believe now that while the majority of the Coach and Burberry bags were real, the clear majority of Louis Vuitton fashions were counterfeit. My suspicions were confirmed upon my numerous conversations with customers about their handbags. Many of them would mention they "fell off the truck" at Canal Street when I commented about their pretty handbags. In fact, the only confirmation of an authentic Louis Vuitton fashion was from a man who had a Vuitton wallet. When I asked him about the plethora of counterfeits running around, he also mentioned Canal Street. He has seen the counterfeits himself and they look absolutely authentic. I, too, had to see these gorgeous counterfeits. Thus, began an excursion to Canal Street to start my Blackout Day!
Paul accompanied me on this excursion to the City. We were supposed to have lunch with our friend Peter, but he was unavailable and would soon disappear into a cellular void. We headed into NYC via the Newport/Pavonia PATH station and then hopped out on Christopher Street only to hop into a subway to take us to Chinatown and into the heart of mystery.
We noticed alot of scenes like this on Canal Street. Hordes of people would gather around in a small circle while a Chinese merchant would quickly lift up a tarp covering a table in order to reveal the counterfeit merchandise beneath; all the while, the merchant would nervously glance up and around the sidewalk area. Presumably they were looking for cops, but maybe they were just looking for suspicious activity counter to their own. The merchant in this picture quickly closed up shop and sent the customers away after he caught me taking pictures of his business.
Paul and I continued to walk along Canal Street observing the suspicious activities of the day. Merchants would often not even have the counterfeit merchandise underneath the tarp. They would just have a paper with pictures of all the products with them. After a customer chose a product, the merchant would then retrieve the fake Vuitton bag. I found it extremely difficult to photograph a bag because there weren't any around! I was also afraid that merchants would try to seize my camera or break my legs if they caught me taking pictures of them.
I walked into a store and saw this woman clutching a Vuitton bag. My eyes immediately lit up and I asked her (in spanish) if I could photograph her bag. I finally had a photo of a Vuitton bag! Her companion insisted that it was a real bag when I asked about its authenticity. I'm not sure whether to believe him or not. Later in the day, I would continue to ask people if I could photograph their Vuitton bags, only to receive strange looks in return. I would end up just photographing their bags without their permission.
We then made a quick stop at City Hall to photograph the infrastructure in order to "examine" its vulnerabilities and weaknesses. After I took this photo, the officer of the USMS SDNY (United States Marshal Service - Southern District of New York) who is pointing on the left, walked up to me and ordered me to stop photographing government property. I burned with rage as I wished again for a hidden camera. After this encounter, we went to Union Square for a drink at the Heartland brewery. We both had their Indiana Pale Ale, which was pretty good. Paul and I planned to head over to the Williamsburg section of Brooklyn for a drink, then head back here to buy a gallon of beer to take home. Little did we know what was in store for us on the subway to Brooklyn.
This is the subway car I was trapped in for over an hour. This L-line subway left the 1st Avenue station and was heading over to Brooklyn when at about 4:20 the subway stopped and the lights went off. The crew reassured us that it was just the subway line and that things we were going to start moving very soon. However, it was soon apparent we weren't going anywhere, and the problem was probably larger than we expected. After all, where were the cops and fire department to help us? The man in the forefront of this photograph pointed this out. The chickens on the train grew restless as the air got really fucking thick and the temperature must've been around 100 degrees inside the car. People from the cars in front of us began an exodus to the back of the train - it was a light trickle of people at first and then it became quite obvious that people were trying to leave. Some gangbangers in the back of our car climbed out onto the catwalk and disappeared into the darkness. Eventually everyone realized this subway train had to be evacuated. Oh boy!
The procession to the back of the train was slow and aggravating. Apparently only the front and the back of the train had doors open to the catwalk. So we made a run for the back of the train and encountered a mass of humanity in the second to last car, where there was an opening. It was even hotter inside this car than the car we were stuck in because there were so many people jammed together trying to get out. We were all penned in and sharing bodyheat and it was nasty. People in the car started losing their nerves and tried prying other doors open and yelling for people to push and get out of the way. Quite scary. Eventually we all got out onto the catwalk.
The catwalk was narrow and dirty to the max. I refused to touch anything except the girl in front of me ;) Paul would later emerge out of the train station with hands that were black as night. I felt like I was in the Temple of Doom. The tunnel was pitch black, save for a few flashlights of the engine company that was there to assist us. The catwalk would go from narrow to extremely narrow without warning and there were multiple "dirty" obstacles in the way. I luckily used my LCD screen on my camera to help light my way (which unfortunately used the battery power I wish I had later in the night). I tried to shut my camera off for a second to conserve the battery, but I found myself horribly frightened at negotiating the catwalk in pitch black darkness.
After emerging from the darkness back onto the surface, we headed back to Union Square (and we'd be back again!). It was amazing to see all the throngs of people walking uptown on the avenue. It was like thousands of salmon pushing upstream to spawnsville. Cars tried to wrest back control of the streets with intermittent success, but the humans put up fierce resistance. Eventually, the machines were allowed one lane, and pedestrians controlled the rest of the avenue.
We marched onto Times Square, where there were thousands of more people milling around. It was so strange to see the place without electricity. This Square is notorious for light pollution that makes the night seem like the afternoon. John Stossel from ABC's 20/20 was there to work the crowd and report about the courageous self-control the humans have displayed in not looting and actually helping other people out. At this point in time, I was fully expecting a riot come nightfall.
Paul and I decided to check out the Ferry to see if it was a viable means to return to New Jersey. However, it was quite a mess. The lines had to be at least 10 blocks long with no movement in sight. Another pedestrian we talked to said that she had been on line for half an hour and didn't move anywhere - and she even cut the line! So, with that in mind, our next alternative was to walk to the Lincoln tunnel and see if we could walk the tunnel to New Jersey. Who would've thought that it would come to this!?
When we reached the tunnel, it was apparent that there would be no walking, and apparently very limited driving inside the tunnel. Floods of buses came through the tunnel and into New York. Probably every bus in the region came to lend a hand. They lined the streets for blocks and people would walk up to the bus driver's window and ask where the bus was heading. If the destination was suitable, the pedestrians would hop on in. What convenience! We had an opportunity to exit New York and take a bus to Hoboken. Fortunately, we burned that bridge and opted to wait for nightfall and the possibility of social unrest.
There was an obscene number of people sprawled on the ground at the makeshift refugee camp aka Madison Square Garden. I do not know what they were waiting for, but there were alot of them to negotiate through. At this point, we began to scour for food. New York City's resources were being rapidly depleted, we had to get our share. Many bodegas and deli's were closed. Some ingenious entrepreneurs moved all of their perishable foodstuffs and drinks outside onto the sidewalk. The Happy Blackout Day streetfair had begun!
Even more ingenious storeowners parked cars on vertically on the sidewalk with their headlights beaming into this store. One deli that we inexplicably frequented numerous times yesterday had a jeep parked on the sidewalk with its high-beams shining inside. They really ripped us off price-wise, but hey, you pay for the atmosphere.
Radios also played a critical part in hearing about news from the outside world. On more than one occasion, Paul and I would stop to listen in on Julia Poppa of 10/10 WINS The news was never good, but the communal experience of sharing a radio with fellow transient peoples on a pitch black street was comforting.
Sometime during the night, we eventually made our way back to Union Square a third time. We were drawn by the hint of light and the loud sound of rhythmic drum beats. There was a huge orgy of dancing and merriment in the square. The closest thing I can relate it to is the Zion rave scene in the Matrix Reloaded. This place was off the wall - it was a huge celebration of societal goodwill. At this point in time, Paul and I were resting up - Paul bought a 6-pack of Beck's and we eagerly took long swigs in front of the Po-Po! It was a great place to have some beers, eat some Pirate's booty and take in the atmosphere. There would be no rioting tonight, just alot of orgies. After Union Square, we dropped by Washington Square and saw the same festivities being led by NYU frat boys.
Paul and I wandered around for a long time in the dark and kept walking in circles. Eventually we made our way to the Christopher Street station to take the Path home - as usual, there were police officers outside it. However, Paul wanted to go to Battery Park and take the ferry back from there. I relented - I wanted to extend the experience too, but not as long as it would eventually turn out. We first dropped by this park on the Hudson river and watched the Jersey City skyline while drinking beer and sitting on the grass like hippies.
Then there was this hour long trek to Battery Park only to find out the ferry wasn't operating. I think Paul lost his cool here, but he'll really lose it in Hoboken! After a cabbie offered to take us to Newark for $40 (then $30), we found a cool cabbie that would take us back to Christopher Street station for whatever price we found fit. This cabbie was actually heading to Jersey himself since he was low on gas - I hope he found some. Anyway, we finally got on the Path and opted to get off in Hoboken. What a mistake! We anticipated that the car garage would be closed at this hour (1AM) and it would be easier for Jason to pick us up from here. However, Jason wasn't able to pick us up, and Paul's dad would be able to...in Newark. So we went back into the station, waited a little longer in the sweatbox (the entire station was being run on by generator) and finally Paul talked to a PATH employee and found out there would be no more trains coming into Hoboken because the train signals were not working. We got off the last train in Hoboken! Ahhh! Prudence and Expediency were on our side at last when NJ Transit offered to take us and 3 other people to Newark Penn Station, for free! Hooray for NJ Transit! They were the super happy ending to this 15 hour journey of mystery and excitement!
This is my favorite picture of the evening; it was snapped while we were aimlessly wandering the city. In the afternoon I was at unease because I was having negative fantasies about the origins of this event. I felt much more at peace during the dark evening. Yesterday I logged the most miles in a day for my feet, and yet I enjoyed every moment of it. Maybe it was because I will never experience another day like this again. I will never be able to see the stars from the middle of New York City like I did that night. I will never again be able to be in the middle of the financial district, and look up to see the only illumination comes from the moon. What a beautiful sight that was.
There were also some less metaphysical achievements accomplished yesterday. When is the next time I will be able to take a public leak in Battery Park, Greenwich village, Financial District, and some other place in lower Manhattan? I also probably won't be able to walk in the middle of an unlit street while drinking a beer again. Everyone had free reign of the city yesterday, and everyone had a good time at it. Oh yeah, we also saw Jay-Z leave a bar ;)
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November 23, 2018 - 6 incredibly courageous Risso’s dolphins had their lives extinguished today after an epic battle for survival – Taiji, Japan
Today, 6 Risso’s dolphins were assaulted for over five hours as they valiantly tried to escape from the dolphin hunters. They repeatedly escaped and tried to swim back out to open ocean but were corralled and herded back towards the Cove each time. They even escaped as the hunters tried to use a net to sweep them into the Cove. An army of boats, skiffs, engines, banger poles... against 6 defenseless dolphins not knowing what is going on. Fighting the ultimate battle just to live and be free. To pay with their lifes just doing what God created them to do, to migrate. Sadly their path is past hell called Taiji...
They fought so hard for their lives only to lose the battle in the end.
We must be their voice and fight their fight !!! Their anguish can be our fire. Their fear, our voice. Their death, our ceaseless discussions and education to others.
We can do it. For them !!!
Be a voice for the voiceless:
TAKE ACTION: dolphin.fyi/HelpJapanDolphins
Credit: DolphinProject.com
'Courageous' and 'Furious' sit outside the now demolished repair shed at Old Oak Common, on a sparkling May morning in 1990. 'Furious' was withdrawn just days later and 'Courageous' succumbed in October of that year.
The Grampian Courageous was built in 2006 at Balenciaga Shipyard, Spain. The vessel is an IMT 948 Emergency Response and Rescue Vessel.
DIMENSIONS
LOA 48.25 metres
LBP 40.50 metres
Breadth Moulded 11.8 metres
Draft Loaded / Depth 5.65 metres / 7.4 metres
TONNAGE
GRT 1130 Tonnes
NRT 339 Tonnes
DWT 465 Tonnes
CAPACITIES AND CRANES
Fuel Oil (MGO) / Connection 298 m3
Fresh Water / Connection 171 m3
Ballast Water Approx 350 m3
Oil Based Mud / Connection N/A
Brine / Connection N/A
DMA (Base Fluid) / Connection N/A
Dry Bulk(s) / Connection N/A
Deck Area Approx 120 m2 (Steel Deck)
Deck Loading 3 Tonnes per metre2
Deck Crane # 1 Dreggen DKF 40 2T @ 15 metres
Deck Crane # 2 N/A
Deck Crane # 3 N/A
Winch N/A
Wire Reel N/A
Deck Tuggers N/A
ENGINES/THRUSTERS/AUX
Main Engine(s) MAK 2050 BHP
Propeller(s) 1 x CPP
Bow Thruster(s) Schottel Azimuth @ 400BHP
Stern Thruster(s) N/A
Rudder Systems / Type Schilling Fishtail HP Rudder
Aux Engines 2 x Volvo @ 270kW per unit
Shaft PTOs 1 x PTO from Main Engine
Emergency Generators 1 x Emer Genset @ 150 kW
CONTROL SYSTEMS AND DYNAMIC POSITIONING
Control Positions Fwd, Aft, Port & Stbd consoles
Full Manual Control Fwd & Aft consoles
Integrated Joystick Control Schottel Masterstick
Joystick Control Aft, Port and Starboard consoles
RESCUE AND EMERGENCY RESPONSE EQUIPMENT
Daughter Craft Davit 2 x Grampian Hydraulics Heave Compensated
Daughter Craft 2 x Delta Phantom 10.25 metre (Diesel)
Fast Rescue Craft Davit # 1 Grampian Hydraulics Heave Compensated
Fast Rescue Craft Avon SR 6.4 15 Man (Petrol)
Dacon Scoop 7 Metre Dacon Scoop
Dacon Rescue Crane Dreggen DKF 40 Knuckle Boom 2t @ 15m
Cosalt Rescue Basket Fitted & Launched from aft deck
Jason Cradles Frames Fitted
Winch Area Located on Aft Main Deck
Emer. Towing Capability Towing Hook Fitted
Dispersant Tanks 2 x 5 Tonne Tanks below Main Deck
Dispersant Spray Booms Fully outfitted Port & Starboard
Searchlights 4 x IBAK Kiel Fwd, Port, Stbd & Aft
NAVIGATION AND COMMUNICATION EQUIPMENT
Radar(Fwd) 1 x Furuno 2817 ARPA 1 x Furuno 2837 ARPA
Radar Rptr (Aft) Hatteland
ECDIS Micro-Plot ECDIS System
PLB System N/A
DGPS(s) Furuno DGPS 90
Gyro(s) Anschutz S22 Gyro
Autopilot Anschutz NP 60
Magnetic Comp Gillie 2000
Echo Sounder FE 700 ES
Digital Depth Recorder FE 720
Navtex Furuno NX 700 Navtex
Sat Comms Inmarsat C Felcon, Fleet 77 CapSat (A3)
MF/HF Radio Furuno FS 2570 C (A3)
UHF 3 x UHF Units
VHF (Fwd) FM8800 GMDSS VHF, ICOM ICM 401E
VHF (Aft) FM8800 GMDSS VHF, ICOM ICM 401E
Helo Radio ICOM IC A110
AIS Jotrun AIS TR 2500
VHF Direction Finder Taiyo TDL 1550
Doppler Log Furuno DS 80
SSAS Furuno Felcom
Portable VHF 3 x Jotrun GMDSS
Portable VHF 6 x ENTEL HT 640 VHF
Portable UHF 3 x ENTEL HT 880 UHF
Portable UHF 2 x Kenwood UHF
Sonic Helmets 4 x Sonic Helmets Mk 10
Smartpatch Phone ICOM PS1
CREW FACILITIES
Crew Cabins 15 Man Single Berth cabins c/w en suite facilities
Recreation & Leisure 1 Messroom, 2 Lounges
Leisure 1 x Sauna, 1 x Gym, 1 x Ship’s Office
another dosage of my hefty imagination
once again pretending to be a costumed superheroine, albeit one on a break and relaxing
68029 'Courageous' passing through platform 3 having departed platform 4 with TransPennine Express 1U46 0845 Scarborough - Manchester Piccadilly.
Title: The Courageous Exploits Of Doctor Syn.
Author: Russell Thorndike.
Publisher: Arrow Books.
Date: 1959.
Artist:
'The Courageous Sabertooth' is a world-renowned equalizer ray-gun, famous for producing the most powerful Aether blasts known to man, while still looking classy and fashionable!
Included is a splendid wood stand!
'The Squire 48' is a combat-ready sidearm of the latest fashion! With it's strong titanium body and red Aether highlights, this is a must-have weapon for any adventurer!
Both for an upcoming MOC
'The Squire 48' is based off this
Note: This is also known as the Chosin Reservoir, where LTC Donald C. Faith was awarded the Congressional Medal of Honor with the 1st Battalion, 32nd Infantry Regiment.
The display reads:
D Battery, 15th AAA (AW) Battalion, Changjin Reservoir, Nov – Dec 1950
By late Fall 1950, UN forces had retaken nearly the entire Korean Peninsula, pushing the North Korean Army northwards, almost to the Yalu River separating the peninsula from China.
Diplomatic relations with China had been severed in 1949 after the Chinese takeover, and therefore Chinese warnings to the US through third party channels went mostly unheeded.
The first Chinese attack on US forces occurred on 1 November when the 1st Cavalry Division’s 8th Cavalry Regiment was largely overwhelmed by massed Chinese infantry assaults. Intense combat resulted in nearly 800 US and an untold amount of Chinese losses. However, by 6 November, the line was quiet again and the Chinese attack was written off as an anomaly.
To the 1st Cavalry’s right, the US X Corps (1st Marine Division and US 7th Infantry Division) pressed its advance northwards later in the month with the Yalu River as its ultimate objective. However, on the night of the 27th, the Chinese People’s Liberation Army struck X Corps on both sides of the Changjin Reservoir, cutting off the two US Divisions and forcing a fighting withdrawal that has become one of the epic battles in US military history.
D Battery, 15th AAA Battalion, under Captain James McClymont was a key part of the 31st Regimental Combat Team, the 7th Infantry Division’s lead element. Tasked with providing air defense support for the 57th Artillery, D / 15 AAA brought heavy firepower that could be used in the direct-fire role as well. Aware of the 8th Cavalry’s fight earlier in the month and expecting enemy contact, Captain McClymont ordered his crews to draw double their standard ammunition load prior to moving out with the 31st RCT.
From 27 November through 2 December 1950, D Battery’s M16 Halftracks and M19 Gun Motor Carriages repulsed numerous attacks on friendly positions with .50 caliber and 40mm fire. The Battery was instrumental in affecting the withdrawal of the remnants of the 31st RCT back to friendly lines. For their valorous actions during the Battle of the Changjin Reservoir, D Battery personnel were awarded two posthumous Distinguished Service Crosses and more than a dozen Silver Stars, making D Battery the most highly decorated AAA unit of the Korean War.
M19 40mm Gun Motor Carriage
Manufacturer: Cadillac Motor Car Division of GM
Number Produced: 300
Armament: Two M2A1 40mm automatic AA guns, one .30 caliber machine gun
Crew: 6 (Commander, Driver, two Gunners and two Loaders)
Speed: 35mph on roads
Unrefueled Range: 100 miles
Length: 19 feet
Width: 9.6 feet
Height: 10 feet
Weight: 39,000lbs
Ammunition: 353 rounds 40mm, 352 additional 40mm rounds in M23 ammunition trailer and 1,000 rounds .30 cal
Powerplant: Two 110hp Cadillac 44T4 V8 gasoline engines
Citation:
The President of the United States of America, authorized by Act of Congress, July 9, 1918, takes pleasure in presenting the Silver Star to Captain (Coast Artillery Corps) James R. McClymont (ASN: 0-1059196), United States Army, for conspicuous gallantry and intrepidity in action against the enemy while Serving as Commanding Officer, Battery A, 15th Anti-Aircraft Artillery (Automatic Weapons) Battalion (Self Propelled), 7th Infantry Division, in action near the Chosin Reservoir, North Korea, on 28 November 1950. On this date, the Battery Captain McClymont commanded was providing close support fires for infantry and field artillery units in positions east of the reservoir. From his location at the Battery Command Post, Captain McClymont learned that the Command Post of his first platoon was under exceedingly heavy enemy fire and was in grave danger. Captain McClymont called for volunteers to form a patrol to go to the rescue of the platoon headquarters and then led the patrol to the vicinity of the action. He saw that his patrol was far outnumbered by the enemy attacking force, which was firing automatic weapons, small arms, and mortars and was throwing hand grenades. With complete disregard for his personal safety, Captain McClymont exposed himself to almost certain injury or death by leading his patrol of one officer and six enlisted men quickly into close combat with the enemy. Under his cool and aggressive leadership, the patrol killed or dispersed all of the enemy in the vicinity. Captain McClymont himself killed a number of the enemy. As a result of Captain McClymont's personal daring and resourceful leadership, the patrol rescued one officer and six enlisted men who were still alive, and recovered the bodies of one officer and four enlisted men who had been killed. Captain McClymont's display of gallantry on this occasion was in keeping with the highest traditions of military service and reflects great credit upon himself, his unit, and the United States Army.
Citation:
The President of the United States of America, authorized by Act of Congress, July 9, 1918, takes pleasure in presenting the Silver Star to Sergeant First Class Robert M. Slater (ASN: RA-34929995), United States Army, for conspicuous gallantry and intrepidity in action against the enemy while serving with Battery D, 15th Anti-Aircraft Artillery (Anti-Aircraft) Battalion (Self Propelled), 7th Infantry Division, in action at the Chosin Reservoir, North Korea, on 28 November 1950. On this date the gun section of which Sergeant Slater was the leader was in close support of two field artillery units at a point on a defense perimeter. Sergeant Slater emplaced his two self-propelled weapons so as best to cover the routes of approach being used by the enemy to attack the perimeter at that point. Between the hours of 0030 to 0730 on this date the enemy attempted to pierce the perimeter by repeated rushes with small arms, hand grenades and Bangalore torpedoes, in an effort to knock our Sergeant Slater's weapons. Although he could have exercised command of his section from the comparative safety of a foxhole or inside one of the armored vehicles, Sergeant Slater, with undaunted courage, voluntarily exposed himself to intense enemy fire by going constantly back and forth between the weapons, directing the fire, passing ammunition, encouraging the gun crews, assigning and instructing replacements for casualties, until he himself was wounded in the face by shell fragments, although this did not stop him. As a result of his high devotion to duty and his extreme personal bravery, his section killed at least one hundred enemy and the integrity of the defense in that vicinity was maintained. Sergeant Slater's heroism, without regard for his own life, were in keeping with the highest traditions of military service and reflect great credit upon himself, his unit, and the United States Army.
Citation:
The President of the United States of America, authorized by Act of Congress, July 9, 1918, takes pleasure in presenting the Silver Star to Sergeant Grantford R. Brown (ASN: RA-16249353), United States Army, for conspicuous gallantry and intrepidity in action against the enemy while serving with the Battery D, 15th Anti-Aircraft Artillery (Automatic Weapons) Battalion (Self Propelled), 7th Infantry Division, in action near the Chosin Reservoir, North Korea, on 29 November 1950. On this date, the M-19 gun carriage which Sergeant Brown commanded was defending a sector of the defense perimeter established to protect elements of the 37th Field Artillery Battalion. Between the hours of 0030 and 0730 the enemy made repeated attacks against Sergeant Brown's position. In spite of very heavy enemy mortar, automatic weapons, and small-arms fire, Sergeant Brown exposed himself without regard for his own personal safety in order to direct the fire of his weapons more accurately. By courageously moving on the ground to various positions of vantage he was able to direct the fire to enemy targets which were most dangerous. After being hit in the leg by a mortar shell fragment, Sergeant Brown valiantly stayed at his post until the attacks by the enemy ceased. His outstanding and devoted leadership caused the enemy to be killed in large numbers and forced them to abandon the attack. Sergeant Brown's display of gallantry on this occasion was in keeping with the highest traditions of military service and reflects great credit upon himself, his unit, and the United States Army.
Taken December 13th, 2013.
Resistant to be blown to pieces, what they eventually will as they are designed to be.
It's an old one but i found it, and noticed it never made it to flickr. Until now.
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The Colorado State University community celebrates the launch of the Courageous Strategic Transformation plan presented by President Joyce McConnell and Vice President for Strategy Jenelle Beavers at the Lory Student Center Theatre, March 1, 2022.
Joshua 1:9 (NIV)
9 Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged, for the Lord your God will be with you wherever you go.”
Today be strong and courageous for the Lord. Even though we live in a crazy fallen world do not be afraid. The only way not to be afraid is to walk with Jesus daily. Rely on his strength.
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"Courageous", works no. 2680, was built by W. G. Bagnall at their works in Stafford in 1942 and was immediately sent to work at the Birchenwood Gas and Coke works, Kidsgrove near Stoke on Trent, where it was named Birchenwood No. 4. It worked there until the closure of the works in May 1973.
It was purchased for preservation by Sir William McAlpine and moved to Market Overton, but little work was done and it was sold once more, moving to the North Norfolk Railway, where it was dismantled for an overhaul, which never took place.
The current owner acquired the locomotive in February 2009, by which time it was little more than a wreck but after five years of painstaking restoration, the locomotive was steamed again.
The second locomotive began life as a Hunslet Austerity, with a works No 2890 and built in 1943. It went to the War Department for military use as No 75041. It later became Longmoor Military Railway No 107 and gained the name Foggia. In the early 1960s, it was withdrawn from army service and was sent back to Hunslet for some modifications. After modification and renumbering as No 3882 of 1962, the locomotive was bought by the National Coal Board and sent to Maesteg washery, where it was named Maureen. It worked there until withdrawal in 1973. In 1976, Maureen was purchased privately for preservation and taken to Bristol, before arriving in Devon in 1978. Restoration was completed in 1984 when the locomotive was renamed Barbara. Subsequently sold it has since undergone a remarkable transformation, losing the saddle tanks and gaining a tender.