WORST FIRST DATE STORY EVER

In going through my old "You can't make this stuff up..." folder, I rediscovered this jewel.  I'm not sure where or whom I received this from, but it seems to have originated from someone who had the good fortune of watching the Tonight Show with Jay Leno some time ago.  Anyhow here it is... 

Jay Leno went into the audience to find the most embarrassing first date a woman ever had.

The winner described her worst first date experience.

She said it was midwinter...Snowing and quite cold... And a man she was on a first date with, had taken her skiing in the mountains outside Salt Lake City, Utah.

 It was a day trip (no overnight). They were strangers, after all this was their first date. They had a fun but relatively uneventful day until they were headed home later that afternoon.

They were driving back down the mountain, when she gradually began to realize that she should not have had that extra latte.

About an hour away from anywhere with a rest room and in the middle of nowhere, the urge became unbearable! Her companion suggested she try to hold it, which she did for a while longer.

Unfortunately, because of the heavy snow and slow going, there came a point here she told him that he had better stop and let her go beside the road, or it would be the front seat of his car .

They stopped and she quickly crawled out beside the car, yanked her pants down and started.

In the deep snow she didn't have good footing, so she let her butt rest against the rear fender to steady herself.

Her companion stood on the side of the car watching for traffic and indeed was a real gentleman and refrained from peeking.

All she could think about was the relief she felt despite the rather embarrassing nature of the situation.

Upon finishing however, she soon became aware of another sensation.

As she tried to stand to pull up her pants, the young lady discovered her buttocks were firmly ice-glued against the car's fender.

Thoughts of tongues frozen to poles immediately came to mind as she attempted to disengage her flesh from the icy metal.

It was quickly apparent that she had a brand new problem, due to the extreme cold.

Horrified by her plight, yet very aware of the humor of the moment, she laughingly answered her date's concerns about "what is taking so long" with a reply that she had indeed "froze her butt off" and in need of some assistance!

He came around the car as she tried to cover herself with her sweater and then, as she looked imploringly into his eyes, he burst out laughing.

She too, got the giggles and when they finally managed to compose themselves, they assessed her dilemma. 

Obviously, as hysterical as the situation was, they also were faced with a real problem.

Both agreed it would take something hot to free her chilly cheeks from the grip of the icy metal!

Thinking about what had gotten her into the predicament in the first place, both quickly realized that there was only one way to get her free.

So, as she looked the other way, her first time date proceeded to unzip his pants and pee her butt off the fender.
As the audience screamed in laughter, she took the Tonight Show prize hands down.

Or perhaps that should be 'pants down.

And you thought your first date was embarrassing.

Jay Leno's comment..."This gives a whole new meaning to being pissed off."

Oh and how did the first date turn out? 

He became her husband and was sitting next to her on the Tonight show.

Vegetarian lasagna recipe (Susan's recipe)

Ingredients:

1 medium eggplant peeled and sliced into thin rounds

5 large mushrooms sliced very thin

1 medium red or orange pepper sliced very thin

2 cups groundnuts walnuts or whatever you like

1 box lasagna noodles, boiled the drained

1 29 ounce can of crushed tomatoes

1/2 cup good red wine

3 medium carrots shredded

1 medium green squash zucchini, chopped rough

1 medium yellow squash, chopped rough

1 cup finely chopped onion

1 cup mushrooms chopped

2 tablespoons olive oil

Instructions:

Sauté onion, mushrooms and oil until onion are soft.  Add remaining sauce ingredients and bring to a low boil for 20 min.

In 13 x 9 pan, put thin layer of cooked noodles and one thin layer eggplant, one thin layer mushrooms, and peppers and one half of the groundnuts.

Repeat this twice until all ingredients are gone.

Bake 350° for 30 minutes, then cover with foil and bake another 15 minutes

Then enjoy served with a bottle of good Chianti or your favorite table wine!

From Susan with love!

Murph’s Christmas Coffee Cake

2 eggs or (egg replacement)

8 tbs butter (= one stick) or margarine or vegan butter replacement

1 cup sugar

Mix and Cream the above together with beater

Add

1 Tsp Vanilla

8 ounces sour cream, or light sour cream, (vegans use Tofutti Soy Sour Cream)

Blend the above together and put aside.

In a separate bowl, mix thoroughly the following dry ingredients with a fork.

2 cups of flour

1 tsp baking powder

1 tsp baking soda

½ tsp salt

When the dry ingredients are nice and confused, combine the dry with the wet ingredients

Mix a shaker full of cinnamon and sugar = 1 Tbs cinnamon to ½ cup sugar

Now the tricky part:

Grease, with Crisco, and flour the cake pan (Pam nonstick spray and flour also works)

Glop half of the cake batter in the cake pan

Cover the first half with the cinnamon and sugar mix

Glop the other half of the cake mix on top of the cinnamon and sugar mix

Cover it all again with the cinnamon and sugar mix.

The batter can be smoothed out between sugar sprinkling with a warm wet spoon if needed.

Bake it in an oven at 350 degrees for 30 to 40 minutes, or until a butter knife poked in the middle comes out clean, with no wet batter on it.

Cool it a bit, dump it out of the cake pan, and eat it. 

Enjoy!

OK, I've done some dumb things but.....

I thought these guys were "Not Well" and were actually headed out for a sail!



Still these guys are nuts!

Campy Out!

Stress/Anger Management (Confession!)

Confession Time:

I never made the phone calls I listed below, I don't even know if anyone really did or not.  (I still think its funny though.)  I pirated it from another post that someone sent me and modified it to suit my needs. 

I am in no way that big of a jerk.  I would never call a mis-dialed, on my part, phone jerk back.  I just don't care that much about rude people... other than silently wishing that their pubic area and armpits would become infested with camel fleas.

So PEACE to YOU ALL... even the wrong numbers I dial!  May everyone receive a relaxing calmness, at least once, during this holiday season.

Roger Out!

Stress Management Tip of the Week.... (Re-Used Idea)

STRESS/ANGER REASSIGNMENT

I was sitting at my desk when I remembered a phone call I'd forgotten to make. I found the number and dialed it. A man answered, saying "Hello" I politely said, "This is Roger. Could I please speak with Robert?" Suddenly a manic voice yelled out in my ear "Get the right “#@%*” number!" and the phone was slammed down on me. I couldn't believe that anyone could be so rude. When I tracked down Robert's correct number to call him, I found that I had accidentally transposed the last two digits.

After hanging up with Robert, I decided to call the wrong number again.

When the same guy answered the phone, I yelled "You're a Jerk!" and hung up. I wrote his number down with the word “Jerk” next to it, and put it in my desk drawer. Every couple of weeks, when I was having a really bad day, I'd call him up and yell, "You're a Jerk!" 

It always cheered me up.

When Caller ID was introduced, I thought my therapeutic "Jerk" calling would have to stop. So, I called his number and said "Hi, this is John Smith from the phone company. I'm calling to see if you're familiar with our Caller ID Program?" He yelled "NO!" and slammed down the phone. 

I quickly called him back and said, “That's because you're a Jerk!"

Then one day I was at The Mall, getting ready to pull into a parking spot. Some guy in a gun metal grey Land Rover cut me off and pulled into the spot I had patiently waited for. I hit the horn and yelled that I'd been waiting for that spot, but the idiot ignored me. I noticed a "For Sale" sign in his back window, so I wrote down his number.

A couple of days later, right after calling the First Jerk, I had his number on speed dial by this stage, I thought that I'd better call the Land Rover Jerk, too. I said, "Is this the man with the gunmetal grey Land Rover for sale?" "Yes, it is", he said. "Can you tell me where I can see it?" I asked. "Yes, I live at 221 "any" Street. It's a terraced house, and the car's parked right out in front."

"What's your name?" I asked. "My name is Steve "blah blah" he said. "When's a good time to catch you, Steve?" "I'm home most days as I'm currently unemployed." "Listen, Steve, can I tell you something?" "Yes?" "Steve, you're a Jerk!" Then I hung up, and added his number to my speed dial, too. 

Now, when I had a problem, I had two Jerks to call. Then one day I came up with an idea.

I called Jerk #1. 

"Hello?"  

You're a Jerk!" (but I didn't hang up.) 

"Are you still there?" he asked. 

"Yeah," I said. 

"Stop calling me," he screamed. 

"Make me," I said. 

"Who are you?" he asked. 

"My name is Steve "Blah Blah." 

"Yeah? Where do you live?" 

"I live at 221(Any) Street, a terraced house. There's a gunmetal grey Land Rover parked out the front." 

He said, "I'm coming over right now, Steve. And you had better start saying your prayers." 

I said, "Yeah, like I'm really scared, you Jerk," and hung up.

Then I called Jerk #2. 

"Hello?" he said. 

"Hello, Jerk," I said. 

He yelled, "If I ever find out who you are..." 

"You'll do what?" I said. 

"I'll kick your butt," he exclaimed. 

I answered, "Well, Jerk, here's your chance. I'm coming over right now."

Then I hung up and immediately called the police, saying that I lived at 221 (Any) Street, and that I was on my way over there to kill my gay lover. Then I called King 5 News about a "Gay Bashing" going down on “Any” Street.

I quickly got into my car and headed over to “Any” Street. I got there just in time to watch two Jerks beating the crap out of each other in front of six police cars, an overhead police helicopter and a news crew.

Now I feel MUCH better. 

There's always 100% stress in the room.  How much are you going to accept... and be responsible for? 

Anger management and reassignment really works... 

Army vs Navy "Game" - Thanks Bryant!

This is a much more thoughtful article that you would normally expect about a football game…

More Than a Game: Army vs. Navy
By:  Colin Barnicle; The Huffington Post!

The best the NCAA has to offer was on display last night and it wasn't the Heisman Trophy presentation in New York City. It took place a quick ride south from Manhattan on the Acela Express, in Philadelphia, where the Navy Midshipmen took on the Black Knights of Army.

In the hypocrisy that has become college football, where programs like USC and players like Cameron Newton, who could have been the best thing for the sport with his boyish exuberance and bright smile, carry the moniker of "performing without integrity," while others, like the Universities of Florida and Miami might as well play home games in jumpsuit orange, the Army-Navy game is, well, an apparition because of what it means to a decade of volunteers who have fought two wars for us in Iraq and Afghanistan.

The game itself wasn't particularly great. Mistakes were made far too often on both sides and Navy, having defeated West Point eight straight years, was heavily favored despite a much improved Army team that earned a bowl bid for the first time in the last few years.

The Midshipmen ran over Army with a triple option attack in the first quarter to the tune of 17-0 but then the backfield got the yips and fumbled the ball twice on their side of the fifty allowing Army to score once and put it on the doorstep with less than two minutes left in the half. Then, senior captain and safety Wyatt Middleton, playing in his next to last game before deployment, knocked the ball loose from Army quarterback Trent Steelman, and dashed 98 yards downfield in a fourteen point flip that eventually wound up at 31-17 by night's end in Navy's favor.

But, that's not the real story of this game. The service academy players represent what the NCAA wants to portray as college football because -- unlike their counterparts who might move off to lucrative contracts at the next level or more likely, happy hour team reunions, a normal life like you or me -- players from both the Army and Navy squads will be deployed to areas where becoming a casualty doesn't mean a season ending knee injury.

These players, like Senior punter Kyle Delahooke who will spend the next five years with the Marine Corps, want to win because they know they represent the men and women who they will be deployed alongside in the upcoming years. They play for those like Staff Sergeant Sal Giunta, standing on the field before the game as the first living recipient of the Medal of Honor since the Vietnam War and who, at the same age as Army linebacker and team captain Stephen Anderson, was knocked down by a bullet to the chest, got up, and ran after his friend and squad member, Sgt. Josh Brennan who had been shot eight times and was being dragged into the night by two Taliban fighters. Giunta managed to save Brennan from the enemy but he could not save the badly wounded soldier's life and he later died after being medevaced off the field of battle. That's who the players play for, who they try to represent and who they will be alongside eventually.

With sixteen seconds left and down two scores, Trent Steelman, hurried his team to the line in an effort to score and the sea of cadets in gray rallied with him and after he was taken down and the game came to an end after a brief change of possession at 5:55pm ET, the Navy Midshipmen and the Army Black Knights became brothers once again because more acutely than others they understand that Navy football verse Army football isn't war. It's a game. It doesn't mean a whole lot in the long run. But, last night as Steelman's knee hit the ground at 1:55 AM, somewhere on a cold mountain ridge in half way around the world in Afghanistan thousands of miles from home, a couple Naval officers huddled next to a television and smiled, because it means a whole lot to them.

Follow Colin Barnicle on Twitter: www.twitter.com/colinbarnicle

 Wicked Beet due diligence: 

Originally forwarded to my email and verified using Google. 

Article found using Google search engine, searched on "Colin Barnical"

Article found at: http://www.huffingtonpost.com/colin-barnicle/more-than-a-game-army-vs_b_795522.html

What Can I add?  Nothing!  Well done and many thanks!

Wicked Beet out!

The Campanelli Christmas Letter...

You will all get a copy of this in your Christmas Card as well!  Mailing them this week...
So here's your "Sneek Peak" of the Pacific Coast Campanelli year end summary.

The Campanelli Christmas Letter

(AKA: The Pacific Coast Campanelli Year End Summary)

     2010 has been a very busy year for us in Washington State.  Our family has proudly achieved personal milestones, professional achievements, and has met life’s physical and mental challenges with courage and grace that continually keep me in awe.  My goal is to keep this letter brief with the understanding that we as family and friends need to keep in touch.  I will close with our email addresses, Face Book pages, and cell phone numbers.  I used to think that these letters were so impersonal, but when I realized that I couldn’t write as well as I used to, only then did I value the “Family Annual Letter.”   Here goes!

     Allyson married Nick Spence on Friday, August 13^th.  The weather was as spectacular as the wedding, but no one has ever been more radiant than our Allyson!  My sister Suzanne married them in a beautiful ceremony.  Most of our East Coast family, and about 100 of our local family of friends shared the day with us.  Nick is an “employed” Master’s trained Computer Scientist, holds a Black Belt in Karate, and is a smart handsome guy whom Sue and I really like.  Allyson successfully tested for her black belt as well as graduated from Saint Martin’s University and has applied to several Osteopathic Medical Schools!  They have been busy this year to say the least!

     Kelsi is in her third year at Pacific Lutheran University.  She is majoring in communications and boy is she communicating!  After about four years of listening to Japanese television shows, songs, and her on-line community she actually went to Japan for 6 months!  She lived for one month with friends in and around Tokyo, then for the remainder she lived with two families in Saitama, and Yokohama respectively.  Needless to say she speaks conversational and formal Japanese as well as reads and writes in Japanese.  She has also lined up a production internship in Los Angeles with a large reality TV show company for next summer.  She sure is a mover!

     Susan has been busy in her new position at the hospital coordinating inpatient budgets, revenue development, multi system alignments, nursing acuity evaluation, and many other organizational projects and goals.  It’s a wonder she still finds the energy to train for and run her third marathon.  That’s right!  On her birthday this year she ran the 26.2 mile Marine Corps Marathon in Washington, DC!  Oh, she also helped plan Allyson’s wedding and Kelsi’s trip to Japan, not to mention care for me following my brain surgery and recovery.  I think our family is as strong as it is because of her love, strength, integrity, and her darn good looks!

     Roger (me) had a busy year too!  Early in the year I had deep brain stimulation surgery in February for Parkinson’s disease.  To make a long story short, I’m taking half the medicine I used to, retired fully this last June, got a little fatter, and now have a service dog named Chief!  I now have the freedom to reinvent myself yet again and so I’m pursuing several different ideas such as painting (rooms in the house), singing and dancing (in the shed), beading and knitting (not!), HAM radio operator, blogging (www.rogercampy.com), and training Chief.  That’s about it!  Check out our yearly summary in pictures on the next page.  We miss you all and hope to hear from you after the holidays.

Roger Out!  Happy Holidays to you all!

Christmas Feel Good! (Dogs get it right again!)

A Nativity Scene was erected in a church yard. 
During the night the folks came across this scene.
An abandoned dog was looking for a comfortable, protected place to sleep.  He chose baby Jesus as his comfort.  No one had the heart to send him away so he was there all night. 

   
  We should all have the good sense of this dog and curl up in Jesus' lap from time to time.

Good night all.....

Posting Comments to my BLOG...

OK here's the brief tutorial.....(Eileen)

1. Go to the bottom of the article or blog that you want to comment to.

2. Glide your "curser" to the bottom of the post.
(The "curser" is the thingee that you control with your mouse... float it over the words "0 Comments".)

3. The word comment will change color

4. Now you can click it if you want to leave a comment. I'm assuming that the rest is self explanatory.

I can help you post a comment if you need special education.... just email me "rogercampy@gmail.com"

Roger out!

Wicked Joke of the Week! (Thanks Skip!)

A family sitting at the dinner table, having light conversation after eating...

The son asks his father, "Dad, how many kinds of boobs are there?"

The father, surprised, answers,
 
"Well, son, a woman goes through three phases.
     In her 20s, a woman's boobs are like melons, round and firm.
     In Her 30s to 40s, they are like pears, still nice but hanging a bit. 
     After 50, they are like onions."

"Onions?"

"Yes, you see them and they make you cry."       

This infuriated his wife and daughter, so the daughter said,

"Mom, how many kinds of 'willies' are there?"

The mother, surprised, smiles and answered,

"Well dear, a man goes through three phases also.
          In his 20s, his willy is like an oak tree, mighty and Hard.
          In his 30s and 40s, it is like a birch, flexible but reliable.
         After his 50s, it is like a Christmas tree."

"A Christmas tree?"

"Why yesssssss!"

"Dead from the roots up and the balls are just for decoration!"


Have a good day!

Roger out!

TSA Frisking vs Scanning

If anyone doesn't know, I'm an official card carrying T.S.A. "No Scanner" due to the hardware in my head and chest.  (Deep Brain Stimulation for Young Onset of Parkinson's Disease)  I get the honor of being frisked every time I travel... and so does my service dog, and partner, Chief! 

Like many things I'm beginning to understand, my Chief  is teaching me general life principles especially how to just "keep it simple!"

The other day Chief reminded me of the shameless self-serving pleasures in life that makes him feel good all over. He allows himself to feel good when the opportunity presents itself, never turns it down and never seems to stall about having to give himself permission to feel good.  He just capitalizes on the opportunity and enjoys it!  Lets learn from that, eh?

When I, or anyone else for that matter, pets Chief... he shows no shame because he knows no shame!  His face and eyes just seem to be saying, "Just keep on touching me man!  Don't stop!  I'd like you to touch behind my ears, my belly, and my butt!"

So I figure that if I take the Chief's lead, and next time we are flying, just shamelessly lay down on my back, spread my legs, to expose my privates and soft underbelly... not only will I get a good feeling and shameless self serving "frisky" rubbing, but I just might end up being the first person on the TSA "no frisk" list!


Here's to you Chief!   Love you man!

Roger

Listen to Senator Bernie Sanders (Vermont)

Open your eyes and ears, give this a listen!  Write your congressman/lady as appropriate if you are so inclined...



Wow!

And here's the link to find your Congress man or lady:   http://www.congressmerge.com/onlinedb/

Campy "Wicked Beet" Out

T.S.A. GROPERS! (Givem a Break Man!)

With respect to the Transportation Security Administration (TSA) policy on frisking that has received so much coverage in our sensationalized news over the past month...

I get frisked every time I go through the airport, due to my brain implant for Parkinson's Disease.  The Deep Brain Stimulator would essentially pick up the X-Ray energy and "swizzle stick" my brain or at the very least cook a significant portion of it.  Quite frankly, I'm not all to sensitive to the belly aching whiners complaining about being frisked.  To top it all off Chief, my service dog, gets the pat down too... and he seems to like it! 


While I never had any issues with a "good frisking", could be my Submariner nature, I think I'm going to take the behavior cue on this one from my dog Chief.   When it is his turn to be frisked, he sits down on command, stands up on command, seems to smile a bit wearily with his ears back, wags his tail, and scoots on out of the box when hes told to.  But then again, I suppose most good dogs wouldn't complain a bit about being groped anyway, as a matter of fact if you own a dog, you probably grope it daily anyhow... and don't deny it!

How about we all try this for a change?  Just for this Christmas season, why don't we thank that wicked stressed out TSA official for keeping you and me safe! AFTER YOU GET FRISKED!

The TSA official, your personal agent of safety, was OBLIGED to endure completing probably a thousand friskings, before yours, of yet mostly overweight, unhealthy, sweaty, pissed off, people... or it could equally have been a healthy, good looking, frisky, able bodied, person who felt it was their right to make a statement about their personal freedoms, liberties, and rights being infringed upon.

How about the TSA official's right to have as safe and stress free of a work environment as possible?  Do we really give ourselves that much permission to displace the liberties of those who are charged with protecting us?

Give the TSA official a freaking break man!  That person who's about to put his no doubt unwilling hands on your "hot hot sexy body" is not even involved in creating the rules, codes, and policies that they are enforcing.  They're just doing their job man, which means that they are employed in this crappy economy and they are actually helping us not hurting us.

IT IS THEIR JOB AND MY SAFETY THAT THEY ARE PROTECTING, NO MATTER HOW DIFFICULT YOU CHOSE TO MAKE IT FOR THEM!

So... take a deep breath and and let them to their job and thank them with a smile!

If it really bugs you that much.... TAKE THE FRIGGIN' TRAIN!

Roger

One more for the day.... HAPPY CHANUKA!

Wiki Leaks Rant!

The issues surrounding the Wiki Leaks are much deeper than we can appreciate. The very fabric of our government is based on secrecy to a certain point.  And the very nature of OUR safety at times is dependent upon that secrecy.

"Wiki Leaks" is merely a symptom of a much larger problem that has to deal with the reliability of our society's ability to keep secrets secret.  There will always be governmental and military covert operations, scientific developments, information gathering, and questionable actions that will be kept "secret" for many reasons, the least of which is that it may protect the very liberties we have come to enjoy as a nation.

"Wiki Leaks" is not THE problem.  "THE" problem as I see it, is our national intelligence system relying on the unreliable and disreputable people, and at times weak and improper technological communication modalities.  Whether this is due to ignorance,  indifference, impropriety, or the sheer control of the volume of information is the issue.  If secrets get out, no matter the method, they are no longer secret are they? 

So it looks like the good old Uncle Sam has to deal with the compromised information and address the larger issue.  Are we as a Nation too big and too spread out to keep secrets secret?

From a retired Navy Senior Chief who held a military "Secret" clearance and still knows what it meant to be trusted at that level of secrecy.

I gave up my liberties and freedom riding submarines, so YOU can enjoy your liberties and freedom.

With all my LOVE!

Roger "Doc" Campanelli, HMCS(SS), USN, RET
USS TICONDEROGA (CG-47)
USS GEORGE C. MARSHALL (SSBN-654)(BLUE)
USS OHIO (SSBN-726)(GOLD)

This is the Wicked Cool Link of the Week!

 World War II Aircraft:  A Small Tribute to WWII Veterans



Click on the link below...

http://www.stclairphoto-imaging.com/360/P51-Mustang/P51_swf.html

It provides a 360 degree view of a WWII P-51 Mustang cockpit.  It takes a few moments to load but it is very well worth it!    Skip provided us with the Wicked Cool link of the week!

P-51 Mustang from outside:

P-51 Mustang

Wow! 

Just think of the history... probably some of the gauges have been updated due to FAA rules, however it doesn't change the fact that most of the flying done back then was purely and literally by wire or cable as it is. 

One of my most impressive memories of WWII Aircraft was when I got to tour a B-24 Liberator and a B-17 Flying Fortress in Spokane, about three years ago, and actually walk, crawl, and sit where the actual crew and pilots did. The pilots really were steering, pushing, and pulling the plane's control surfaces via cables!  Not only were these guys brave, they were cold, wicked strong, and had "nards" the like and size of 20 pound lead cannon balls.  I became fully cognizant of the fact that when these guys got shot at, the 1/8th inch thick riveted to hollowed out aluminum holed frame bays, just let the bullets pass through... by the thousands, and these air craft just kept on flying if not by pure luck by pure brute, and I mean BRUTE strength! 

B-24 Liberator

B-17 Flying Fortress

 Just think... One of the reasons the Allies won the war was America's collaborative determination and ability to turn her industrial might to making these war planes by the thousands!  The Veteran's say that the sky used to be so full of these planes that the noise was deafening, and that the sun would be blocked as they passed overhead for what seemed like an hour as women flew these aircraft to where ever they were needed from the factories!  Sadly, now there are only less than a handful known to be flying in the entire world!

B-24 Factory

B-17 Factory

I learned later that day that the restoration society was offering hour long public flights for $400.  I hemmed and hawed, toed the ground, thought about the check book, and the credit card, and my responsibilities to the family, projects on the boat, the house and decided not to partake in the flight.  Reflecting on that moment now, I realize that there were and are many things I have squandered $400 on and should have taken that opportunity to fly in an actual museum to World War II.

Probably wouldn't have had the "nards" to be a WWII crew member now would I? 


Bibliographic special thanks to:
1. 360 degree view of P-51 Mustang received via email and located at:

http://www.stclairphoto-imaging.com/360/P51-Mustang/P51_swf.html

2. North American P-51 Mustang picture found using Google Image search and located at:

http://science.howstuffworks.com/north-american-p-51-mustang.htm

3. B-24 Banking picture found using Google Image search and located at:

http://www.richard-seaman.com/Wallpaper/Aircraft/Bombers/B24Banking.jpg

4.B-17 Flying Fortresses picture found using Google Image search and located at:

http://www.richard-seaman.com/Wallpaper/Aircraft/Bombers/FlyingFortresses.jpg

5. B-24 factory picture found using Google Image search and located at:

http://www.aviation-history.com/consolidated/b24-factory.jpg

6. B-17 factory picture found using Google Image search and located at:

freepages.military.rootsweb.ancestry.com

Campy Out!!