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Cyrus Cassidy #45437

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  1. How in the world is he considered a good guy if he disarmed a cop and held him at gunpoint??!?!?!? That automatically makes him a bad guy. And to answer your original question, I'm shocked you're even asking it. It's a BASIC principle of not just law enforcement, but self defense law EVERYWHERE, that "defense of another" is a legitimate application of force, including lethal force. Not only would the cop be justified, HE WOULD BE AWARDED A MEDAL FOR HEROISM!
  2. I have an antique "waffle top" version of this gun or I'd pick it up! I cast a 204 grain round nose bullet for it and it shoots great.
  3. It's almost exactly like the one I bought a few years ago. I love it, and if I had a bunch of extra cash sitting around I'd buy it. But there is no way Mrs. Cassidy will allow that to cross the threshold, despite the fact I just bought her a brand new horse trailer!
  4. The American in Saigon had drill sergeant brass on his patrol cap. *rolls eyes*
  5. Funny story: I grew up in the midwest, 1500 miles from the nearest ocean. The first time I saw an ocean in person was when I was a young 2LT flying over the Atlantic to go to Egypt on a training mission (I also saw the Mediterranean for the first time on the same flight!). The first time I touched the ocean, I was in my 30s, and a Major on a one-year assignment to the Pentagon. My wife and family had to stay home because I was on a TCS order. Mrs. Cassidy came out to see me and I took a week of leave, during which we went down to Virginia Beach (NOT during spring break when the college kids are going nuts). We went swimming in the ocean...AND I KICKED A SHARK within the first hour. I "noped" out of there in mere seconds, and have not been in an ocean since. Somebody got bitten by a shark very near there a few days later.
  6. I'm only a few hours from you, Bob, but it's rained every day for two weeks straight! Of course, it's preferable to wild fire!
  7. Hey pard, I hate to say it, and I voted against it, but it's not just "medicinal" pot that is legal here in Colorado. Recreational pot has been legal for a few years now. I have a peer-reviewed study with 2014 data that shows how legal weed has caused an increase in every single category of crime, too.
  8. Whose idea was it to put an ensign in command of the vessel in the first place? The CO should also have been court martialed.
  9. I'm a retired LEO, so...yeah, I've known a few. None of them were savory characters. None of them were friends. I have known several people, both in the military and LEOs, who took human life legitimately. So, killers, yes, but not murderers.
  10. It does happen. During my assignment at the Pentagon there were several Lieutenant Colonels who were "retiree recalls." They had only retired within the past few years, and so were within the normal age range for their rank, and had volunteered for the duty. On a retiree recall, you cannot get promoted, cannot earn a PCS award, and don't even receive an annual evaluation. You ARE on active duty, however, and therefore receive all other pay and benefits, and are required to wear the uniform correctly and conform to grooming standards. I don't recall if they have to take a PT test or not.
  11. Technically the statement is true. They did take part in it...
  12. For commissioned officers, you can legally be recalled for life. As someone mentioned, it isn't altogether very likely.
  13. From the bench with a Remington sabot slug, yes. With patch and ball I keep it under 200 yards.
  14. I was a young Lieutenant with another Lieutenant who had been a Private First Class at 73 Easting. Both of us are now battalion commanders. The Troop commander in that battle, CPT H.R. McMaster, is now a retired 3-star general and was the National Security Advisor to President Trump.
  15. You are correct. "Dismissed" means he can go home for the day. He should just say, "Let's continue this conversation in private." There doesn't have to be a specific word for it.
  16. Do a search, pard, I shared them already! I think the thread was called "new member of the family" or something like that.
  17. I assume the slight misspelling was to get past the auto-censor. Assuming the correct spelling, "damnit" is, indeed, considered profanity. Let's also not forget that Americans tend to be much, much more sensitive to profanity than our counterparts in Australia and Europe (my observation, having traveled the world extensively). My grandmother would disassociate with you forever if she ever heard you utter that word.
  18. I was horse trading with a guy on Armslist for a Burnside carbine from the Civil War. You may recall a few posts I put up about it. I'm always leery about sending someone a gun or money (or in my case, both!) without knowing whether or not they are trustworthy, so I spoke to him on the phone for a while as we worked out the details of the trade. I applied all my ex-cop spidey senses and judged him to be an honorable guy, so I went ahead and made the deal. He seemed like such a nice guy, I asked him if he was a SASS shooter. No, he tells me, other than having tried it a few times, but he knows PaleWolf Brunelle from this here very forum! I reached out to PaleWolf and he verified that indeed my assessment was correct; this guy was honest. When I got the gun, it was even better than I expected. He under promised and over delivered, I think, just to keep his name. Now I'm working another horse trade with a pard from this forum, too!
  19. I'm an avid genealogist. I traced my surname back to the late 1575 but couldn't find anything about his parentage. He simply appeared one day. I literally spent years trying to find the previous generation, but there wasn't so much as a hint. One day I was conversing with some members of my clan, and they told me the story of the "Hidden MacGregors." Clan MacGregor was a close ally of our clan (and to this day, we recognize each others' tartans and greet one another like long lost friends). They had an ongoing feud with Clan Colquhoun, and so did we. The feud went for about 400 years, and both sides killed a lot more than the Hatfields and McCoys could have ever dreamt of. One day, Clan MacGregor attacked and murdered a few dozen Colquhouns (two people from my clan helped them fight our common enemhy, and were hung as a result). The king was beside himself and outlawed Clan MacGregor -- if your name was MacGregor, he sent in the Army to cut your head off. Naturally, most of them fled their lands and came to our lands. They took our name to keep their heads on their shoulders. Since then, people have forgotten they were once MacGregors because they have carried our name since 1600. These are called "hidden MacGregors" -- their DNA says they are MacGregors but they carry our name. 1600 was the year in question, and the oldest ancestor I could trace was born in 1575. In other words, he was of fighting age when all this happened, so people naturally said I'm likely a hidden MacGregor. My clan has been running a DNA database for years to try to understand more about our origins, so they pressured me until I submitted mine. Nope. I'm not a hidden MacGregor. Even though written records cannot prove anything older than 1575 in my line, the DNA proved I descend in the male line directly from the progenitor of the clan. He was born in 1225. So, bottom line, I'm wearing the correct kilt
  20. Dear Air Force: *THIS* is why we make fun of you.
  21. Now when I was a young man, I carried me pack And I lived the free life of the rover From the Murray's green basin to the dusty outback Well, I waltzed my Matilda all over Then in 1915, my country said "son It's time you stopped rambling, there's work to be done" So they gave me a tin hat, and they gave me a gun And they marched me away to the war And the band played Waltzing Matilda As the ship pulled away from the quay And amidst all the cheers, the flag-waving and tears We sailed off for Gallipoli And how well I remember that terrible day How our blood stained the sand and the water And of how in that hell that they called Suvla Bay We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter Johnny Turk, he was waiting, he'd primed himself well He showered us with bullets and he rained us with shell And in five minutes flat, he'd blown us all to hell Nearly blew us right back to Australia But the band played Waltzing Matilda When we stopped to bury our slain We buried ours, and the Turks buried theirs Then we started all over again And those that were left, well we tried to survive In that mad world of blood, death and fire And for ten weary weeks, I kept myself alive Though around me the corpses piled higher Then a big Turkish shell knocked me arse over head And when I woke up in me hospital bed And saw what it had done, andl I wished I was dead Never knew there was worse things than dyin' And I'll go no more waltzing Matilda All through the green bush far and free To hump tent and pegs, a man needs both legs No more waltzing Matilda for me They collected the crippled, the wounded, the maimed And they shipped us back home to Australia The legless, the armless, the blind, the insane Those proud wounded heroes of Suvla And as our ship pulled into Circular Quay I looked at the place where me legs used to be And thanked Christ there was nobody waiting for me To mourn and to grieve and to pity But the band played Waltzing Matilda As they carried us down the gangway But nobody cheered, they just stood and stared Then they turned all their faces away And so now every April, I sit on me porch And I watch the parade pass before me And I see my old comrades, how proudly they march Reviving old dreams of past glories But the old men march slowly, old bones stiff and sore They're tired old men from a tired old war And the young people ask, "what are they marching for?" And I ask myself the same question But the band plays Waltzing Matilda And the old men still answer the call But year after year, more old men disappear Someday no one will march there at all
  22. It started when people carried swords. To mount a horse with a sword, you must mount from the horse's left side. Since, then, horsemen and horsewomen have carried on the tradition without knowing why. "That's the way we've always done it." Natural horsemanship trainers like Pat Parelli and others, will tell you to get comfortable mounting from both sides.
  23. This Memorial Day, I'm remembering SPC Alexis Dos Santos. She was assigned to my headquarters company as a property book analyst. While going through a contentious divorce, she decided to take her own life on February 15, 2019. I haven't posted anything here because I've been trying to process everything myself. On the day she died, I happened to be in Arizona for the funeral of another soldier who had died in an off-duty accident when I got the phone call. I went to the hospital, still in full dress uniform from the previous funeral, and spent the entire evening there with her two beautiful children. They were too young to understand they would never see their mother again, and it broke my heart. I went into the hospital room where SPC Dos Santos was being kept alive. The hospital staff told me they were merely keeping her alive long enough for her mother to arrive, at which time she would get a few last moments with her and then be removed from life support. The mother arrived about 10 pm, and SPC Dos Santos was taken off of life support and passed within minutes. A few weeks later I flew down to Biloxi, MS to attend her funeral. I found myself as the only white person in an all-black church in the deep South, so I was given a few sideways glances. I was also the only military person there, and because I looked different than anyone else in a part of the country where racial tension has been bad for two hundred years, people left a wide berth around me when we all sat down. Then the pastor asked for anyone who wanted to speak about her. I got up and approached the microphone and told the family all about their little girl, mother, cousin, and friend. I told them what a great soldier she had been, and how her death had affected an entirely different family they had never met. The crowd's perception of me changed dramatically, and suddenly the racial tension was gone. I was grieving with them and did not matter what my skin color was or how I was dressed. We were all friends, and all grieving together. At the graveside, I warned all the family members when the rifle shots were going to come, knowing they would jump otherwise. But there is something about those rifle shots that make the finality of everything very, very real. We all jumped anyway. Then the color guard folded the flag and gave it to me, and I handed it to her mother "On behalf of the President of the United States, the United States Army, and a grateful nation..." It was by far the most difficult thing I've ever done. I can handle getting shot at; in fact, I'd rather do that again (even not knowing the outcome) than have to hand another folded flag to a grieving mother. SPC Dos Santos, I hope you found the peace you were looking for. And that, ladies and gentlemen, is why I stand for the national anthem.
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