tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16438122.post116767673999918139..comments2023-10-02T13:18:57.349+01:00Comments on Whopper's Bunker: 2006! The Year In ReviewMajor General Creedonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10538654644498589982noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16438122.post-1168390742417511022007-01-10T00:59:00.000+00:002007-01-10T00:59:00.000+00:00How dare one such as you defame me in such a manne...How dare one such as you defame me in such a manner. I've never been more insulted by anything you've said here more than this. <BR/>Everyone knows I only get satisfaction from Whiskey and Redheads not Scotch and Blondes.Major General Creedonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10538654644498589982noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16438122.post-1168351970712217812007-01-09T14:12:00.000+00:002007-01-09T14:12:00.000+00:00Those scratches?, Sir, you cheapen the honour of a...Those scratches?, Sir, you cheapen the honour of all those who have suffered permenant disabilitaties in our nation's armed forces by comparing those fleabites to real injuries.<BR/><BR/>If that is your definition of spilling blood, I should have been awarded 20 purple hearts before I left kindergarden. That first image, looks like it was caused by an shirt ironing mishap. Spilt Blood?, Split Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16438122.post-1168033954220200302007-01-05T21:52:00.000+00:002007-01-05T21:52:00.000+00:00I was damn lucky. The Iraq landmine did cause the ...I was damn lucky. The Iraq landmine did cause the most damage but being the best at what I did (and having a few "friends" in high places) warranted that I had a custom underbelly-armoured Humvee which I was in at the time. Foolishly I left my arm hang out the side and <A HREF="http://usera.imagecave.com/genthar/Iraq.jpg" REL="nofollow">this</A> happened. The <A HREF="http://usera.imagecave.com/Major General Creedonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10538654644498589982noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16438122.post-1167906330729608412007-01-04T10:25:00.000+00:002007-01-04T10:25:00.000+00:00I spilt serious blood for each of my Purple Hearts...<I>I spilt serious blood for each of my Purple Hearts</I> - that you split blood is not in doubt, what is in question is exactly whos blood did you spill?.<BR/><BR/>It is amazing how, surviors of landmine incidents, usually have a limb or couple of limbs missing, say in around 100% of cases. You however, have all your appendages intact, no wait, I retract that last statement and instead say, You Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16438122.post-1167864356888360952007-01-03T22:45:00.000+00:002007-01-03T22:45:00.000+00:00You "recall" Jack Shit, clown! I spilt serious blo...You "recall" Jack Shit, clown! I spilt serious blood for each of my Purple Hearts- took mortar shrapnel in Beruit in '84, landmine blast in Iraq '91, took a few rounds in Somalia as well in '93. (the 4th award is classified at present).Major General Creedonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10538654644498589982noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16438122.post-1167822480340739272007-01-03T11:08:00.000+00:002007-01-03T11:08:00.000+00:00Lt.Col, speaking of dubious awards, why don't you ...<B>Lt.Col</B>, speaking of <I>dubious awards</I>, why don't you tell us that fascinating tale of how you got that purple heart. It took the Doctors all of 5 seconds to remove the splinter as I recall.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16438122.post-1167783522631573852007-01-03T00:18:00.000+00:002007-01-03T00:18:00.000+00:00Not to worry, there will be much more of them this...Not to worry, there will be much more of them this year :)Major General Creedonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10538654644498589982noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16438122.post-1167696280191701142007-01-02T00:04:00.000+00:002007-01-02T00:04:00.000+00:00On the promise of the "Awards!" I felt a shiver ru...On the promise of the "Awards!" I felt a shiver run down my spine as if someone had walked over my grave.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com