THAT is the definition of an Adam Henry.
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THAT is the definition of an Adam Henry.
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Crossman 760 BB/Pellet, Daisy Red Ryder, Crossman Wrist Rocket, 14 Steak Knives, 3 Fillet Knives, Rolling Pin-14", Various Hunting Knives, 2 Baseball Bats, 3 Big Dogs and a big American Flag flying in the yard. I have no firearms; Try the next house.
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Retired USAF E-8. Avatar is OldVet from days long gone - 1978. Oh, to be young again...
Paranoia strikes deep, into your heart it will creep. It starts when you're always afraid... "For What It's Worth" Buffalo Springfield
It's the name of our farm. The avatar is the decal I put on the farm vehicles......
Quemadmodum gladius neminem occidit, occidentis telum est.-Seneca
"If you carry a gun, people will call you paranoid. If I have a gun, what do I have to be paranoid about?" -Clint Smith
"An unarmed man can only flee from evil, and evil is not overcome by fleeing from it." -Jeff Cooper
Mine is simply a pic a friend took of me at the range, my butterfly tattoos were still pretty new at the time (one for each of my kids) I've just always liked the pic.
My dog. Her name is Africa, and since I am too paranoid to put my face on an avatar, this is as close to being personal as I get. I do love the dog though.
Walk softly ...
I resembled Zonker Harris of the Dunesbury comics while I was in college, and my friends just started calling me Zonker. It stuck. Its funny that I was studying Political Science at the time
and was about as far left as you can get without falling off the earth. Amazing what 30 years in business, raising several children, and marrying the wrong woman will do to your view of world.
Currently, I'm so far to the right, that Atilla the Hun and I are members of the same club.
Zonker Harris - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
Kimbers are the guns you show your friends....Glocks are the ones you show your enemies.
mine is the first death metal album i ever bought. still my favorite.
Just lookin round on the web and this one looked cool. I might change it later if I find something that catches my fancy any better.
Mine is an homage to the ultimate in Open Carry.
Mine is of the stripes I wore when I retired from the USAF. While I frowned on being called "Sarge" by my subordinates (at least officially), I was smart enough to know when it was used respectfully.
My daily carry kit.
All men are equal...CC makes us equal-er.
Didn't have a camera, chose a picture that was already on the site. 'Murica!
Austin
Me, most likely. My dad was on the Japanese mainland invasion task force. He never talked much about WWII when I was growing up, but in his latter years talked more and more about it. I knew he was on Christmas Island for 2 years, and that he went from there to Tarawa in the Gilberts. What I never knew was that there was a battle there at the end of those 2 years where the Japanese routed the Americans from the island, and that's how he got to Tarawa. I tried to get as many of his stories as I could before he died. It's quite amazing that my dad and all my uncles went to war, saw action in Europe and the Pacific, and all came home alive.
Last edited by BamaT; December 22nd, 2012 at 09:55 AM. Reason: Add a word for clarity
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BamaT you have some precious memories. My granddad never told anyone any of his stories until I got out of the Marines. When we were alone he told me quite a bit of interesting stuff. We were watching Patton one afternoon and he vividly remembered the scene where Patton hit the soldier that was suffering from "shell shock". My granddad had been injured and was just a few yards from the scene. It is a shame he didn't share any of his stories with my mom or uncle but he just thought they wouldn't be able to understand.
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