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Colin Powells 13 rules: 1. It Ain’t as Bad as You Think! It Will Look Better in the Morning. Leaving the office at night with a winning attitude affects more than you alone; it conveys that attitude to your followers. 2. Get Mad Then Get Over It. Instead of letting anger destroy you, use it to make constructive change. 3. Avoid Having Your Ego so Close to your Position that When Your Position Falls, Your Ego Goes With It. Keep your ego in check, and know that you can lead from wherever you are. 4. It Can be Done. Leaders make things happen. If one approach doesn’t work, find another. 5. Be Careful What You Choose. You May Get It. Your team will have to live with your choices, so don’t rush. 6. Don’t Let Adverse Facts Stand in the Way of a Good Decision. Superb leadership is often a matter of superb instinct. When faced with a tough decision, use the time available to gather information that will inform your instinct. 7. You Can’t Make Someone Else’s Choices. You Shouldn’t Let Someone Else Make Yours. While good leaders listen and consider all perspectives, they ultimately make their own decisions. Accept your good decisions. Learn from your mistakes. 8. Check Small Things. Followers live in the world of small things. Find ways to get visibility into that world. 9. Share Credit. People need recognition and a sense of worth as much as they need food and water. 10. Remain calm. Be kind. Few people make sound or sustainable decisions in an atmosphere of chaos. Establish a calm zone while maintaining a sense of urgency. 11. Have a Vision. Be Demanding. Followers need to know where their leaders are taking them and for what purpose. To achieve the purpose, set demanding standards and make sure they are met. 12. Don’t take counsel of your fears or naysayers. Successful organizations are not built by cowards or cynics. 13. Perpetual optimism is a force multiplier. If you believe and have prepared your followers, your followers will believe.

He was suffering from multiple myelomas and immunosuppressed, though he didn't make it common knowledge. Guy served his country to the best of his ability. I will leave the caustic uninformed comments to other people and just give him my respect.

https://www.msn.com/en-us/news/us/colin-powell-dies-of-complications-from-covid-19-at-84/ar-AAPF465?ocid=uxbndlbing

Another good one. At 5' 2" 105 lbs, Medal of Honor recipient, Sgt. John F. Baker Jr. certainly qualifies as a Giant Killer. He was also the recipient of the Silver Star, Bronze Star, and Purple Heart. Sgt. Baker made up for his diminutive stature by building up his physique. Inspired by his father’s work as a circus trapeze artist, he joined a gymnastics squad in high school and trained on the rings, learning to execute a perfect iron cross. Accepted by the Army during the Vietnam War — the Marine Corps said he was an inch too short — Sgt. Baker’s impressive strength helped him save the lives of his fellow soldiers. On Nov. 5, 1966, Sgt. Baker’s unit was tasked with reinforcing a group of American soldiers pinned down near Dau Tieng, close to the Cambodian border. About 3,000 Vietnamese had taken positions in the surrounding jungle, hiding in underground bunkers and roping themselves to tree branches. As the U.S. soldiers advanced, the lead scout was shot in the face. The jungle erupted in enemy fire. Camouflaged machine gun positions spit bullets that whizzed by Sgt. Baker’s head. Mortar rounds thumped the ground. Snipers in the trees picked off Americans hiding on the ground. Sgt. Baker ran toward the front with another soldier and helped destroy two enemy bunkers. During the attack, the other soldier was mortally wounded. Sgt. Baker killed four enemy snipers before carrying his comrade away from the ambush. Returning to the battle, Sgt. Baker was blown off his feet by an enemy grenade but recovered to make repeated trips through withering fire to evacuate wounded American soldiers much larger than himself. By the end of the two-hour conflict, Sgt. Baker’s uniform was soaked in the blood of his comrades. In all, Sgt. Baker was credited with recovering eight fallen U.S. soldiers, destroying six bunkers and killing at least 10 enemies. As his Medal of Honor nomination was considered, Sgt. Baker spent the rest of his tour as a “tunnel rat.” Armed with a flashlight and pistol, he explored the spider- and scorpion-infested subterranean network used by Viet Cong guerillas. During one mission, he discovered a full-scale hospital complete with surgical suites buried three stories below ground. Returning home in August 1967, Sgt. Baker served as a drill instructor. One day, he was told he had an urgent phone call. It was President Lyndon B. Johnson on the line, inviting him to the White House to be awarded the Medal of Honor, the military’s highest decoration for valor. According to his citation, “Sgt. Baker’s selfless heroism, indomitable fighting spirit, and extraordinary gallantry were directly responsible for saving the lives of several of his comrades, and inflicting serious damage on the enemy.” Joining Sgt. Baker at the ceremony in the East Room was his company commander, then-Capt. Robert F. Foley, who also was awarded the Medal of Honor for bravery during the same battle that November day in 1966. Foley, who retired from the Army as a lieutenant general in 2000, stood 6-foot-7 and played basketball at the U.S. Military Academy at West Point. Noticing the soldiers’ disparate heights, Johnson told Sgt. Baker and Foley that they reminded him of the cartoon characters Mutt and Jeff. John Franklin Baker Jr. was born Oct. 30, 1945, in Davenport, Iowa, and was raised in Moline, Ill. After being awarded the Medal of Honor, Sgt. Baker traveled the country as a recruiter. His repeated requests to be sent back to Vietnam for combat duty were denied. He retired from the military in 1989 and later worked at a Department of Veterans Affairs hospital in Columbia, S.C. The Giant Killer book & page honors these incredible war heroes making sure their stories of valor and sacrifice are never forgotten. God Bless our Vets!🇺🇸

It was well recognized that Martha Raye endured less comfort and more danger than most Vietnam entertainers. The following is from an Army Aviator: "It was just before Thanksgiving '67 and we were ferrying dead and wounded from a large GRF west of Pleiku. We had run out of body bags by noon, so the Hook (CH-47 CHINOOK) was pretty rough in the back. All of a sudden, we heard a 'take-charge' woman's voice in the rear. There was the singer and actress, Martha Raye, with a SF (Special Forces) beret and jungle fatigues, with subdued markings, helping the wounded into the Chinook, and carrying the dead aboard. ‘Maggie' had been visiting her SF 'heroes' out 'west'. We took off, short of fuel, and headed to the USAF hospital pad at Pleiku. As we all started unloading our sad pax's, a 'Smart Mouth' USAF Captain said to Martha, “Ms Ray, with all these dead and wounded to process, there would not be time for your show!" To all of our surprise, she pulled on her right collar and said, “Captain, see this eagle? I am a full 'Bird' in the US Army Reserve, and on this is a 'Caduceus' which means I am a Nurse, with a surgical specialty, now, take me to your wounded!" He said, "Yes ma'am. follow me." Several times at the Army Field Hospital in Pleiku, she would 'cover' a surgical shift, giving a nurse a well-deserved break. Martha is the only woman buried in the SF (Special Forces) cemetery at Ft Bragg.

Ordered one a year and a half ago at the beginning of the pandemic, and ordered this one as soon as I received that one. Took this long to get the second one. Insurance for my extended family.

Guess it will be another year before I go Vegan. 330 pounds of roasts, steaks, and ground beef.

The Man knows his prey and his territory.

Well played

Getting my side of beef this week, so I had to clear the freezer of some arm roast cuts which are a bit chewier. So I made up 14 jars of beef in wine sauce. Serve over mashed potatos is a good quick dinner. Lost one jar's seal so lunch tomorrow.

$499 here now. I paid $299 a few years ago. Magwa really likes his, for a backpacking pistol they make some sense. 30 22 Mag rounds should deter anything, even a black bear. I just decided I need to down size and that was the lowest hanging fruit.

Sold mine to a friend who owned a 22 Mag rifle and wanted a 22 Mag pistol. He wanted it because of a coyote oroblem with his chickens. Ge wears it when mowibg tge kawn or solitting wood in case he gets a shot at it.

I got one of those last year. Accurate and a nice shooter. Guy in Florida sold to me NIB for $200 right before we moved back.

Nice Shepp. I did 8 shoulders for my wife's 60th birthday bash. No harder then doing two if you have the space. Tell your buddy's wife she owe's you at least a nice dinner and maybe a good bottle of Whiskey.

Then comes the “law” that RFID tags must be incorporated into the frame of the gun