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You start with a bag full of luck and an empty bag of experience. The trick is to fill the bag of experience before you empty the bag of luck.
It was dawn. The pilots slowly awakened from their sleep, what little of it they had last night, and got ready for the day ahead of them. A few shaved, but most just got into their uniforms. Those that were scheduled to go up first that day also got into their flight gear.
After breakfast, the men who were to go on patrol walked into the small briefing room; their helmets in their hands and the goggles and gloves inside the helmet. The


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Charleston, it felt good to be back at home. Tom now knew that Charleston, not England or India was his home. He of course did have family and memories of these places, but there was nothing for him there. Charleston was where his inheritance and his future lied. It was sad to see the Albie laid up and the crew all leaving for their homes, but Tom knew that in peacetime, large Navies could not be afforded and some downsizing had to occur.
Captain, Johanna Mrs. Hope and I thank you for taking care of us. I wish there was some way I could repay you. said Lt. Hope before getting into the carri


Thomas Errington 2, Chapter 1Midshipman George Pollet had been asleep for almost the entire voyage back from London. He was allowed to by his Captain because the lad was severely depressed and wasnt feeling well. The poor child had eaten a very special meat pie while in London. After becoming violently ill, he spent most of his time curled up in his hammock, wrapped in his grey cloak. Pollet also spent an hour or less each day above decks where he would lean against the railing and look out at the sea. A direct opposite of Pollet was young Harold Cambridge. The lad spent his days running all over the ship, playing with anyone who wasnt workThomas Errington 2, Chapter 1


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The house was of decent size, but not overly large. Toms coach pulled up to the door and he stepped out. It was a cold night and he was dressed in his warmest clothing. Although he had been accustomed to winter as a boy, he had become too used to the warm weather of the West Indies and the Southern United States. Once inside, the warmth of the house quickly stopped his shivering and he removed his cloak, giving it to a butler. Just then, an older woman came up to him.
Oh dear, look at what theyve done to you. Although, I thought that the entire arm was taken off, not just part of it.
Devious Comments
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Gott erhalte unsern Kaiser Franz Joseph!
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Gott erhalte unsern Kaiser Franz Joseph!
Clubs:
WWI Artists | Austrian Club | Steam-Club
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When they come I will stand my ground
Stand my ground Ill not be afraid
Thoughts of home take away my fear
Sweat and blood hide my veil of tears
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When they come I will stand my ground
Stand my ground Ill not be afraid
Thoughts of home take away my fear
Sweat and blood hide my veil of tears
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To Hot for tea, But I drink it anyways
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Tea. When all else fails, that's your best buddy
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Simon: You are now an honourary Brit...
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"Veni, Vidi, faved it"
"As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death. I have no fear, because I'm the meanest motherfucker in the valley." (Gen. George S. Patton)
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Same shit, different day.
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