tag:para-rigger.posthaven.com,2013:/posts The Para-Rigger 2019-07-19T14:19:36Z tag:para-rigger.posthaven.com,2013:Post/1434469 2019-07-19T14:19:35Z 2019-07-19T14:19:36Z Freedom House - The First Responders

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tag:para-rigger.posthaven.com,2013:Post/1433214 2019-07-16T15:21:56Z 2019-07-16T15:21:57Z Phonetic Alphabets - Perhaps Time For A Change?

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tag:para-rigger.posthaven.com,2013:Post/1431866 2019-07-12T23:57:07Z 2019-07-12T23:57:07Z The New Coke Didn't Fail - It Was Murdered

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tag:para-rigger.posthaven.com,2013:Post/1431506 2019-07-11T23:31:56Z 2019-07-12T14:50:20Z Simultaneous History

Horizontal History - Lifespans (Recent 1)

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tag:para-rigger.posthaven.com,2013:Post/1429640 2019-07-09T19:47:03Z 2019-07-09T19:47:03Z The Ghosts of Southern Alberta

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tag:para-rigger.posthaven.com,2013:Post/1427086 2019-07-02T23:09:35Z 2019-07-02T23:09:35Z Why Weather Forecasting Keeps Getting Better

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tag:para-rigger.posthaven.com,2013:Post/1426722 2019-07-02T03:08:37Z 2019-07-02T03:08:37Z "Oil" paintings https://www.sadanduseless.com/renaissance-recreations/





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tag:para-rigger.posthaven.com,2013:Post/1426429 2019-07-01T14:21:48Z 2019-07-01T14:21:48Z Disneyland South: The Cultish Dreamworld of Augusta Golf

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tag:para-rigger.posthaven.com,2013:Post/1426260 2019-07-01T01:43:51Z 2019-07-01T01:43:52Z CURRAGH -- THE WAR'S MOST BIZARRE POW CAMP

      Germans and Brits shared captivity at "K-Lines"in Ireland.   

 

During World War II, a Canadian bomber flying from a base in Scotland crashed in what the crew thought was the vicinity of their airfield. Spotting a pub, they entered to celebrate their survival with a quick drink but were stunned to see a group of soldiers wearing Nazi uniforms and singing in German. Even more confusingly, the Germans responded to their entry by shouting at them to “go to their own bar.” The crew was soon given an explanation: after getting lost they crashed in the Republic of Ireland… and now they were captured, just like the Jerries.

 

German prisoners in Ireland having a drink at a local pub

 

Having negligible military power, Ireland was a neutral nation during the war; Prime Minister Éamon de Valera went to great lengths to maintain that neutrality. As part of this policy, he made a deal with both the British and German governments: combatants of either country could be detained if found in Ireland and interned there for the duration of the war. Technically, the men were not prisoners of war but “guests of the State,” with an obligation on the state to prevent them from returning to the war. A 19th century military camp named Curragh Camp or “K-Lines”was designated to hold “guests” of both nationalities – along with a much higher number of Irish citizens who were imprisoned because they were considered a threat to the country’s neutrality, such as IRA men and pro-Nazi activists.

 

At first, authorities looked the other way when British aircraft crashed or emergency landed in Ireland, allowing the crews to make their way home. The appearance of a German aircrew in 1940, however, forced them to start taking their job seriously. Lieutenant Kurt Mollenhauer’s Focke-Wulf FW-200 Condor aircraft was taking meteorological readings off the Irish coast when they got lost in the mist and hit a mountain, with two crewmen suffering injuries.

 

 

Models crafted by a German airman during internment at Curragh

 

They were captured and taken to Curragh. They experienced some harsh treatment first but the Department of External Affairs quickly requested the army to improve their living conditions. With some Germans in actual custody, it was now also necessary to detain British pilots who landed in Ireland to maintain neutrality and the two sides had to be given the same treatment – preferably a lenient one to avoid angering Britain.

 

 

Exterior view of K-Lines. Being neutral, Ireland had no nighttime blackouts and spotlights made it much harder to escape at night.

 

Between 1940 and 1943, some 40 British and 200 German military personnel were taken to K-Lines, mainly air crews and men from shipwrecked U-boats. In appearance, the camp was a regular POW camp with guard towers, barbed wire and huts built on short stilts to prevent tunneling to freedom, though the fence separating the British and German sides was a mere four feet tall. Unlike in most camps, however, the guards had blank rounds in their rifles and the prisoners were allowed to run their own bars with duty-free alcohol.

 

The British bar was run on an honor system, with everyone pouring for themselves and recording their consumption in a book. Prisoners were also allowed to borrow bicycles and leave the camp, provided they signed a parole paper at the guardhouse, giving their word of honor not to escape and to return in time. Pub visits, with separate bars for groups of different nationalities, evening dances with the locals, fishing and golfing trips and fox hunts were the norm, with one English officer even having his horse transported there from home and others having their families join them in Ireland for the duration of the war. Some prisoners ended up marrying local girls and one German prisoner, Georg Fleischmann, stayed and became an important figure in Irish film industry.

 

While both sides enjoyed the chance to sit out the war in reasonable comfort and without dishonorable behavior such as desertion, the Germans were generally more uptight about their situation. Despite being given some money to buy themselves civilian clothes for trips to nearby towns, they preferred to stay in uniform inside the camp, planted gardens, made tennis courts, held exercise classes. On one occasion, they even set up a court to convict a comrade for treason, though the defendant couldn’t be executed, as the Irish refused to furnish the Germans with a rifle and a single bullet. Sometimes, German prisoners sang Nazi songs just to piss off of their British co-internees. The two nations held boxing and soccer matches, with a historical record noting a German victory of 8-2 at one.

 

Escape attempts were rare. The Germans had no easy way of reaching continental Europe and the British had their own special problem, best demonstrated through the story of Roland “Bud” Wolfe. An American citizen, Wolfe signed up with the RAF before the U.S. entered the war, getting stripped of his American citizenship as a consequence. After flying cover for a ship convoy off Ireland, his Spitfire’s engine overheated and he had to land in the Republic of Ireland, where he was taken to the Curragh. Unwilling to sit out the war, he made his move two weeks after his capture, in December 1941. One day he walked out of the camp, deliberately “forgetting” his gloves. He quickly went back for them and left again without signing a new parole paper, so he now considered his escape to be a legitimate one. He had lunch at a nearby hotel, left without paying and made his way to nearby Dublin, where he boarded the first train to Belfast in Northern Ireland. To his surprise, his superiors were far from pleased when he reported at his base and he was quickly sent back across the border to the internment camp.

 

Roland “Bud” Wolfe

 

The reason was that Ireland’s neutrality was important not only to the Irish but to Great Britain as well. Though Churchill considered Ireland’s refusal to fight a betrayal, he understood that a pro-Nazi Ireland would have allowed the Kriegsmarine to use its Atlantic ports and wreak havoc on vital convoys from America. In order to guarantee Ireland’s neutrality, however, the British also had to play fair and prevent K-Line internees from jeopardizing the diplomatic status quo by escaping whenever they pleased. As a result, attempts were sparse: Wolfe tried to escape again only to be captured this time around as well, finally settling into the relaxed life of the camp. There was an aborted tunneling attempt and a successful mass rush on the gate, which the Irish decided was a “legal” escape and the men who made it back to British territory were not returned.

 

British prisoners at the camp

 

In 1943 it became clear that the Allies were slowly winning, British airmen were moved to a separate camp and secretly freed, while 20 Germans were allowed to rent residences in Dublin and attend the local colleges. All remaining German prisoners were repatriated after the war, ending the history of what might well have been history’s strangest, and possibly most comfortable, POW camp.

 

Inmates making use of the camp’s gym

 

The story of the British and German prisoners living together in Ireland, hushed up during and after the war, only came to light in the 1980s, when English novelist John Clive heard the story from a taxi driver who had served as a guard at Curragh, and decided to research the matter for a novel.

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tag:para-rigger.posthaven.com,2013:Post/1425729 2019-06-29T04:43:46Z 2019-06-29T04:43:46Z How To Get To Mars In Only Fourteen Easy Steps
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tag:para-rigger.posthaven.com,2013:Post/1424520 2019-06-25T22:54:41Z 2019-06-25T23:00:02Z Mother Nature

 

WHAT GOES ON IN THE BACK YARD!    

 

Be sure to watch this on the largest computer screen you
have (HD if possible) and have your sound turned on.

The hummingbird doing rolls chasing a bee is not to be missed.

Be sure and watch closely and check out the baby bat under its
mother.    Unreal.   If you never knew what goes on in the garden when you
aren't paying attention, watch this - some of the finest photography
you will ever see.


http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/embed/xHkq1edcbk4?rel=0

 


 


 


 

 

 

 

 

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tag:para-rigger.posthaven.com,2013:Post/1423923 2019-06-24T19:25:56Z 2019-06-24T19:25:56Z Driven - Alice Ramsey's Quest To Be First Woman To drive Across the Continent 1908

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tag:para-rigger.posthaven.com,2013:Post/1423458 2019-06-23T19:06:35Z 2019-06-23T19:06:36Z Combobulation: Oldie But Goodie - How I Met My Wife

"It had been a rough day, so when I walked into the party I was very chalant, despite my efforts to appear gruntled and consolate.

I was furling my wieldy umbrella for the coat check when I saw her standing alone in a corner. She was a descript person, a woman in a state of total array. Her hair was kempt, her clothing shevelled, and she moved in a gainly way.

I wanted desperately to meet her, but I knew I'd have to make bones about it since I was travelling cognito. Beknownst to me, the hostess, whom I could see both hide and hair of, was very proper, so it would be skin off my nose if anything bad happened. And even though I had only swerving loyalty to her, my manners couldn't be peccable. Only toward and heard-of behavior would do.

Fortunately, the embarrassment that my maculate appearance might cause was evitable. There were two ways about it, but the chances that someone as flappable as I would be ept enough to become persona grata or a sung hero were slim. I was, after all, something to sneeze at, someone you could easily hold a candle to, someone who usually aroused bridled passion.

So I decided not to risk it. But then, all at once, for some apparent reason, she looked in my direction and smiled in a way that I could make heads or tails of.

I was plussed. It was concerting to see that she was communicado, and it nerved me that she was interested in a pareil like me, sight seen. Normally, I had a domitable spirit, but, being corrigible, I felt capacitated -- as if this were something I was great shakes at -- and forgot that I had succeeded in situations like this only a told number of times. So, after a terminable delay, I acted with mitigated gall and made my way through the ruly crowd with strong givings.

Nevertheless, since this was all new hat to me and I had no time to prepare a promptu speech, I was petuous. Wanting to make only called-for remarks, I started talking about the hors d'oeuvres, trying to abuse her of the notion that I was sipid, and perhaps even bunk a few myths about myself.

She responded well, and I was mayed that she considered me a savory character who was up to some good. She told me who she was. "What a perfect nomer," I said, advertently. The conversation become more and more choate, and we spoke at length to much avail. But I was defatigable, so I had to leave at a godly hour. I asked if she wanted to come with me. To my delight, she was committal. We left the party together and have been together ever since. I have given her my love, and she has requited it."


Jack Winter  The New Yorker Magazine,  July 25, 1999

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tag:para-rigger.posthaven.com,2013:Post/1423019 2019-06-22T17:02:12Z 2019-06-22T18:34:42Z Abandoned Fermented Fish Sauce Factory's Stench Ruins Newfoundland Cape
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tag:para-rigger.posthaven.com,2013:Post/1422536 2019-06-21T13:02:18Z 2019-06-21T13:02:18Z The Food Tech Revolution - Where An Entire Day's Worth Of Food Came From

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tag:para-rigger.posthaven.com,2013:Post/1422252 2019-06-20T18:59:23Z 2019-06-20T18:59:23Z Alcock and Brown at 100
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tag:para-rigger.posthaven.com,2013:Post/1421623 2019-06-19T01:36:26Z 2019-06-19T01:36:26Z Frozen Beauty Beneath Antarctica Sea Ice

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tag:para-rigger.posthaven.com,2013:Post/1420921 2019-06-17T05:54:27Z 2019-06-17T05:54:28Z Outclassing the Nazis - Sibyl Hathaway, Dame of Sark
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tag:para-rigger.posthaven.com,2013:Post/1420452 2019-06-15T06:33:30Z 2019-06-15T06:33:30Z Восточный Фронт

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tag:para-rigger.posthaven.com,2013:Post/1420311 2019-06-14T16:29:15Z 2019-06-23T14:38:51Z The Day The Music Burned

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tag:para-rigger.posthaven.com,2013:Post/1417197 2019-06-06T16:53:29Z 2019-06-06T17:45:55Z Meet Stanley Hollis, Gold Beach, Britain's Ony VC On D Day
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tag:para-rigger.posthaven.com,2013:Post/1416957 2019-06-05T23:08:14Z 2019-06-05T23:18:23Z D Day At 75
The e-mail sent to you at 7:16 PM EDT June 5, exactly seventy five years since the first pathfiders jumped:
0016 hrs : The first pathfinders of the 101st Airborne jump over Normandy, led by Captain F. LILLYMAN, to mark their division's drop zones. DZ "A" to the west of St Martin-de-Varreville for the 502nd PIR; DZ "C" north of Hiesville for the 1st and 2nd Battalions, 506th PIR and the 3/501st PIR; DZ "D" to the east of Angoville-au-Plain for the 1st and 2nd Battalions, 501st PIR and the 3/506th PIR and LZ "E" for the gliders of missions "Chicago" and 'Keokuk" scheduled between 0400 hrs and 2100 hrs. The C-47s carrying the division are supposed to arrive 30 minutes after the first pathfinders land.

In six hours, my father would be down in a ditch at dawn watching Maxwell Taylor eat his C Rations.  "You better get down here with me, General" said the sire.  "Those aren't bees buzzing round."  "Relax, Braden, generals never get killed". 

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tag:para-rigger.posthaven.com,2013:Post/1416692 2019-06-05T12:07:43Z 2019-06-05T12:07:43Z The Secret Normandy Campaign

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tag:para-rigger.posthaven.com,2013:Post/1415974 2019-06-03T13:51:41Z 2019-06-03T13:56:43Z General C.H. Lee - Beans and Bullets and Gasoline
https://militaryhistorynow.com/2018/04/26/meet-john-c-h-lee-the-forgotten-logistical-mastermind-behind-the-allied-invasion-of-europe/ 

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tag:para-rigger.posthaven.com,2013:Post/1415792 2019-06-02T20:28:56Z 2019-06-02T20:28:56Z Rembering Murray Gell-Mann

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tag:para-rigger.posthaven.com,2013:Post/1415383 2019-06-01T12:48:04Z 2019-06-01T15:52:12Z The Anthropocene - A New Epoch? An Era? Or Just the Blink Of An Eye?

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tag:para-rigger.posthaven.com,2013:Post/1414295 2019-05-29T02:11:34Z 2019-05-29T02:20:39Z Pictures of Nazi Aircraft Strewn Over England

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tag:para-rigger.posthaven.com,2013:Post/1414279 2019-05-29T01:05:44Z 2019-05-29T01:05:45Z Humanity itself is their target
Socialist theoreticians have always been fascinated by the possibility of controlling population growth. It excites their imagination because it is the ultimate bureaucratic plan. Fabian Socialist Bertrand Russell expressed it thus:

  I do not contend that birth control is the only way to which population can be kept from increasing. War, as I remarked a moment ago, has hitherto been disappointing in this respect, but perhaps bacteriological war may prove more effective. If a Black Death could be spread throughout the world once in every generation, survivors could procreate freely without making the world too full.
  A scientific world society cannot be stable unless there is world government...it will be necessary to find ways of preventing an increase in world population. If this is to be done by means other than by wars, pestilence and famines, it will demand a powerful international authority. This authority should deal out the world's nations in proportion to their populations at the time of the establishments of  the authority. If any nation subsequently increased its population, it should not on that account receive any more food. The motive for not increasing population would therefore be very compelling.*

Very compelling, indeed. These quiet-spoken collectivists are not kidding around. For example, one of the most visible "environmentalists" and advocate of population control is Jacques Cousteau. Interviewed  by the United nations UNESCO Courier in November of 1991, Cousteau spelled it out. He said:

  What should we do to eliminate suffering and disease?  It is a wonderful idea but perhaps not altogether a beneficial one in the long run.  If we try to implement it we may jeopardize the future of our species. It is terrible to have to say this. World population must be stabilized, and to do that we must eliminate 350,000 people per day. This is so horrible to contemplate that we shouldn't even say it, but it is just as bad not to say it.**

  * Bertrand Arthur William Russell, The impact of Science of Society (New York: Simon and Schuster, 1953, pp.103-104. 111
**  Interviewed by Bahgattt Eluadi and Adel Rifaat, Courrier de l'Unesco, November 1991, p.13
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tag:para-rigger.posthaven.com,2013:Post/1413775 2019-05-27T18:46:33Z 2019-05-27T18:47:58Z Martha Gellhorn: the only woman who landed on D-Day

https://www.amusingplanet.com/2019/05/martha-gellhorn-only-woman-who-landed.html

https://www.theguardian.com/world/2004/may/28/secondworldwar.features116

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tag:para-rigger.posthaven.com,2013:Post/1413377 2019-05-26T20:25:40Z 2019-05-26T20:25:40Z A Sacred Duty

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