WW2: Believe It, Or not!

WW2: Believe It, Or not!

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Strange History of WWII…..Interesting.

You might enjoy this from Col D. G. Swinford, USMC, Ret and history buff. You would really have to dig deep to get this kind of ringside seat to history:

  1. The first German serviceman killed in WW II was killed by the Japanese ( China, 1937), The first American serviceman killed was killed by the Russians (Finland,1940); The highest ranking American killed was Lt Gen Lesley McNair, killed by the US Army Air Corps.
  1. The youngest US serviceman was 12 year old: Calvin Graham, USN. He was wounded and given a Dishonourable Discharge for lying about his age. His benefits were later restored by act of Congress.
  1. At the time of Pearl Harbor , the top US Navy command was called CINCUS (pronounced ‘sink us’); The shoulder patch of the US Army’s 45th Infantry division was the swastika. Hitler’s private train was named ‘Amerika.’ All three were soon changed for PR purposes.
  1. More US servicemen died in the Air Corps than the Marine Corps. While completing the required 30 missions, an airman’s chance of being killed was 71%.
  1. Generally speaking, there was no such thing as an average fighter pilot. You were either an ace or a target. For instance, Japanese Ace Hiroyoshi Nishizawa shot down over 80 planes. He died while a passenger on a cargo plane.

  1. It was a common practice on fighter planes to load every 5th round with a tracer round to aid in aiming. This was a big mistake. Tracers had different ballistics so (at long range) if your tracers were hitting the target 80% of your rounds were missing. Worse yet tracers instantly told your enemy he was under fire and from which direction. Worst of all was the practice of loading a string of tracers at the end of the belt to tell you that you were out of ammo. This was definitely not something you wanted to tell the enemy. Units that stopped using tracers saw their success rate nearly double and their loss rate go down.
  1. When allied armies reached the Rhine, the first thing men did was pee in it. This was pretty universal from the lowest private to Winston Churchill (who made a big show of it) and Gen.Patton (who had himself photographed in the act).
  1. German Me-264 bombers were capable of bombing New York City , but they decided it wasn’t worth the effort.
  1. German submarine U-120 was sunk by a malfunctioning toilet.
  1. Among the first ‘Germans’ captured at Normandy were several Koreans. They had been forced to fight for the Japanese Army until they were captured by the Russians and forced to fight for the Russian Army until they were captured by the Germans and forced to fight for the German Army until they were captured by the US Army.
  1. Following a massive naval bombardment, 35,000 United States and Canadian troops stormed ashore at Kiska, in the Aleutian Islands . 21 troops were killed in the assault on the island……. It could have been worse if there had actually been any Japanese on the island.
  1. The last marine killed in WW2 was killed by a can of spam He was on the ground as a POW in Japan when rescue flights dropping food and supplies came over, the package came apart in the air and a stray can of spam hit him and killed him.
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पति – पत्नी

चश्मा साफ़ करते हुए उस बुज़ुर्ग ने अपनी पत्नी से कहा “हमारे ज़माने में मोबाइल नही थे…!”

पत्नी: “पर ठीक पाँच बज कर पचपन मिनीट पर मैं पानी का ग्लास ले कर दरवाज़े पे आती और आप आ पहुँचते।”

पति: "हाँ मैंने तीस साल नौकरी की पर आज तक मैं समझ नही पाया कि मैं आता इस लिए तुम पानी लाती या तुम पानी ले कर आती इस लिये मैं आता था

पत्नी: “और याद है तुम्हारे रीटायर होने से पहले जब तुम्हें डायबीटीज़ नही था ओर मैं तुम्हारी मनपसंद खीर बनाती तब तुम कहेते की आज दोपहर में ही ख़याल आया की खीर खाने मिल जाए तो मज़ा आ जाए।”

पति: “हाँ .…सच मे…ऑफीस से निकलते वक़्त जो सोचता घर पर आकर देखता हूँ की वही तुमने बनाया है”

पत्नी: “आैर तुम्हें याद है जब पहली डीलीवरी के वक़्त मै मैके गइ थी ओर जब दर्द शुरु हुआ मुझे लगा काश तुम मेरे पास होते और घंटे भर मे तो जैसे कोइ ख़्वाब हो तुम मेरे पास थे।”

पति: “हाँ …उस दिन यूँ ही ख़याल आया कि जरा देख लूँ तुम्हें”

पत्नी: “और जब तुम मेरी आँखों मे आँखें डाल कर कविता की दो लाइनें बोलते”

पति: “हाँ और तुम शर्मा के पलके झुका देती और मैं उसे कविता की ‘लाइक’ समझता”

पत्नी: “और हाँ जब दोपहर को चाय बनाते वक़्त मे थोड़ा जल गइ थी और उसी शाम तुम बर्नोल की ट्युब अपनी जेेब से निकाल कर बोले इसे अलमारी मे रख दो।”

पति: “हाँ …पिछले दिन ही मैंने देखा था ट्युब ख़त्म हो गइ है पता नही कब जरुरत पड़ जाए ये सोच कर मैं ले आया था”

पत्नी: “तुम कहते आज ऑफीस के बाद तुम वही आ जाना सिनेमा देखेंगे और खाना भी बाहर खा लेंगे”

पति: “और जब तुम आती तो जो मैंने सोच रखा हो तुम वही साड़ी पहन कर आती।”

फिर नज़दीक जा कर उस का हाथ थाम कर कहा

“हाँ हमारे समय मे मोबाइल नही था पर…

“हम दोनों थे।”

आज बेटा और उस की बहू साथ तो होते है पर बातें नही व्होटस् एप होती है, लगाव नही टेग होता है, केमिस्टृी नही कोमेन्ट होता है, लव नही लाइक होता है, मीठी नोकझोक नही अनफ्रेन्ड होता है

उन्हें बच्चै नही केन्डीक्रश, सागा, टेम्पल रन और सबवे होता है…

पत्नी: “छोड़ो ये सब बातें हम अब वायब्रंट मोड़ पे है हमारी बेटरी भी १ लाईन पे है……”

पति: “अरे!! कहाँ चली?”

पत्नी: “चाय बनाने”

पति: “अरे मैं कहेने ही वाला था की चाय बना दो ना।”

पत्नी: “पता है मैं अभी भी कवरेज मे हूँ… और मेसेज भी आते है।”

दोनों हंस पड़े

“हाँ हमारे ज़माने मे मोबाइल नही थे……”


Singing like a bird took on a different meaning and turned two killers into jailbirds when a pet talking-parrot in Agra helped the police “identify” a murderer. The bird proved worthy of its name, Heera (diamond), and the UP Police commended it, saying the parrot helped them crack the murder case.

Neelam Sharma, wife of Vijay Sharma, editor of a local Hindi newspaper, was found murdered at her home in Balkeshwar locality of Agra on February 20. She was alone at home as Vijay and their children had gone for a wedding to neighbouring Firozabad. Vijay returned to find his wife and their pet dog Tuffy stabbed to death while cash, jewellery and other valuables were missing from the house. The police investigations ran into a blind alley as there were no suspects or evidence to nail the killers.

Initially, a milk-seller who had mediated a land deal between Vijay and a buyer was interrogated, but it provided no clue about the crime. The family members, however, got suspicious after noticing a change in the behaviour of their pet parrot. “Heera sulked whenever Ashutosh (Vijay’s nephew) came home or passed by its cage,” said Vijay’s brother Ajay Sharma. “The parrot would also start behaving strangely whenever somebody took Ashutosh’s name,” he added.

Perplexed over the pet parrot’s behaviour, Ajay and Vijay took names of their relatives in front of its cage. The parrot did not react to any name, but as soon as they said “Ashutosh”, it would start shrieking “usne maara, usne maara” (he killed, he killed). Vijay then informed the police and repeated the exercise in front of them. The police nabbed Ashutosh and he confessed to the crime.

Agra senior superintendent ofpolice (SSP) Shalabh Mathur said: “It was the parrot which helped us zero in on the murderer. Otherwise, we were just groping in the dark for the past five days.”


This Grandmother Freak Out Behind The Wheel of Self-Driving Tesla


A Father, a Daughter and a Dog
A true story by Catherine Moore

“Watch out! You nearly broad sided that car!”
My father yelled at me.
“Can’t you do anything right?”

Those words hurt worse than blows. I turned my head toward the elderly man in the seat beside me, daring me to challenge him.

A lump rose in my throat as I averted my eyes. I wasn’t prepared for another battle.

“I saw the car, Dad . Please don’t yell at me when I’m driving..” My voice was measured and steady, sounding far calmer than I really felt.

Dad glared at me, then turned away and settled back. At home I left Dad in front of the television and went outside to collect my thoughts…
dark, heavy clouds hung in the air with a promise of rain. The rumble of distant thunder seemed to echo my inner turmoil. What could I do about him?

Dad had been a lumberjack in Washington and Oregon. He had enjoyed being outdoors and had reveled in pitting his strength against the forces
of nature. He had entered grueling lumberjack competitions, and had placed often. The shelves in his house were filled with trophies that
attested to his prowess.

The years marched on relentlessly. The first time he couldn’t lift a heavy log, he joked about it; but later that same day I saw him outside alone,
straining to lift it.. He became irritable whenever anyone teased him about his advancing age, or when he couldn’t do something he had done
as a younger man.

Four days after his sixty-seventh birthday, he had a heart attack. An ambulance sped him to the hospital while a paramedic administered
CPR to keep blood and oxygen flowing.

At the hospital, Dad was rushed into an operating room. He was lucky; he survived. But something inside Dad died. His zest for life was gone.
He obstinately refused to follow doctor’s orders. Suggestions and offers of help were turned aside with sarcasm and insults. The number of
visitors thinned, then finally stopped altogether. Dad was left alone.

My husband, Dick, and I asked Dad to come live with us on our small farm. We hoped the fresh air and rustic atmosphere would help him adjust.

Within a week after he moved in, I regretted the invitation. It seemed nothing was satisfactory. He criticized everything I did. I became
frustrated and moody. Soon I was taking my pent-up anger out on Dick. We began to bicker and argue.

Alarmed, Dick sought out our pastor and explained the situation. The clergyman set up weekly counseling appointments for us. At the close
of each session he prayed, asking God to soothe Dad’s troubled mind.

But the months wore on and God was silent. Something had to be done and it was up to me to do it.

The next day I sat down with the phone book and methodically called each of the mental health clinics listed in the Yellow Pages. I explained
my problem to each of the sympathetic voices that answered in vain.

Just when I was giving up hope, one of the voices suddenly exclaimed, “I just read something that might help you! Let me go get the article.”

I listened as she read. The article described a remarkable study done at a nursing home. All of the patients were under treatment for chronic
depression. Yet their attitudes had proved dramatically when they were given responsibility for a dog.

I drove to the animal shelter that afternoon. After I filled out a questionnaire, a uniformed officer led me to the kennels. The odor of disinfectant stung
my nostrils as I moved down the row of pens. Each contained five to seven dogs. Long-haired dogs, curly-haired dogs, black dogs, spotted dogs all
jumped up, trying to reach me. I studied each one but rejected one after the other for various reasons too big, too small, too much hair. As I neared the
last pen a dog in the shadows of the far corner struggled to his feet, walked to the front of the run and sat down. It was a pointer, one of the dog world’s
aristocrats. But this was a caricature of the breed.

Years had etched his face and muzzle with shades of gray. His hip bones jutted out in lopsided triangles. But it was his eyes that caught and held my
attention. Calm and clear, they beheld me unwaveringly.

I pointed to the dog. “Can you tell me about him?” The officer looked, then shook his head in puzzlement. “He’s a funny one. Appeared out of
nowhere and sat in front of the gate. We brought him in, figuring someone would be right down to claim him. That was two weeks ago and we’ve
heard nothing. His time is up tomorrow.” He gestured helplessly.

As the words sank in I turned to the man in horror.. “You mean you’re going to kill him?”

“Ma’am,” he said gently, “that’s our policy. We don’t have room for every unclaimed dog.”

I looked at the pointer again. The calm brown eyes awaited my decision. “I’ll take him,” I said. I drove home with the dog on the front seat beside me.
When I reached the house I honked the horn twice. I was helping my prize out of the car when Dad shuffled onto the front porch… “Ta-da! Look what I
got for you, Dad !” I said excitedly.

Dad looked, then wrinkled his face in disgust. “If I had wanted a dog I would have gotten one. And I would have picked out a better specimen than that
bag of bones. Keep it! I don’t want it” Dad waved his arm scornfully and turned back toward the house.

Anger rose inside me.. It squeezed together my throat muscles and pounded into my temples. “You’d better get used to him, Dad. He’s staying!”

Dad ignored me.. “Did you hear me, Dad ?” I screamed. At those words Dad whirled angrily, his hands clenched at his sides, his eyes narrowed
and blazing with hate. We stood glaring at each other like duelists, when suddenly the pointer pulled free from my grasp. He wobbled toward my
dad and sat down in front of him. Then slowly, carefully, he raised his paw.

Dad’s lower jaw trembled as he stared at the uplifted paw confusion replaced the anger in his eyes. The pointer waited patiently. Then Dad
was on his knees hugging the animal.

It was the beginning of a warm and intimate friendship. Dad named the pointer Cheyenne. Together he and Cheyenne explored the community.
They spent long hours walking down dusty lanes. They spent reflective moments on the banks of streams, angling for tasty trout. They even
started to attend Sunday services together, Dad sitting in a pew and Cheyenne lying quietly at his feet.

Dad and Cheyenne were inseparable throughout the next three years. Dad’s bitterness faded, and he and Cheyenne made many friends. Then
late one night I was startled to feel Cheyenne ’s cold nose burrowing through our bed covers. He had never before come into our bedroom at night..

I woke Dick, put on my robe and ran into my father’s room. Dad lay in his bed, his face serene. But his spirit had left quietly sometime during the night.

Two days later my shock and grief deepened when I discovered Cheyenne lying dead beside Dad’s bed. I wrapped his still form in the rag rug he had slept on.

As Dick and I buried him near a favourite fishing hole, I silently thanked the dog for the help he had given me in restoring Dad’s peace of mind.

The morning of Dad’s funeral dawned overcast and dreary. This day looks like the way I feel, I thought, as I walked down the aisle to the pews reserved for family.

I was surprised to see the many friends Dad and Cheyenne had made filling the church. The pastor began his eulogy. It was a tribute to both Dad and the dog who had changed his life.

And then the pastor turned to Hebrews 13:2. “Do not neglect to show hospitality to strangers, for by this some have entertained angels without knowing it.”

“I’ve often thanked God for sending that angel,” he said.

For me, the past dropped into place, completing a puzzle that I had not seen before: the sympathetic voice that had just read the right article…Cheyenne ’s unexpected appearance at the animal shelter.

…his calm acceptance and complete devotion to my father and the proximity of their deaths. And suddenly I understood. I knew that God had answered my prayers after all.

Life is too short for drama or petty things, so laugh hard, love truly and forgive quickly. Live While You Are Alive. Forgive now those who made you cry. You might not get a second time.

Lost time can never be found. God answers our prayers in His time…not ours.

To make it nice here is a lovely song as a finale

“Life Is Beautiful” by The Afters


A Brief but complete History of India as written by a Std X schoolboy, with all the original spellings. This guy is a genius!!!

(Origin unknown.)


The original inhabitants of ancient India were called Adidases, who lived in two cities called Hariappa and Mujhe-na-Darao. These cities had the best drain system in the world and so there was no brain drain from them.

Ancient India was full of myths which have been handed down from son to father. A myth is a female moth. A collection of myths is called mythology, which means stories with female caricatures. One myth says that people in olden times worshipped monkeys because they were our incestors.

In olden times there were two big families in India. One was called the Pandava and the other was called the Karova. They fought amongst themselves in a battle called Mahabharat, after which India came to be known as Mera Bharat Mahan.

In midevil times India was ruled by the Slave Dienasty. So named because they all died a nasty death. Then came the Tughlaqs who shifted their capital from Delhi because of its pollution. They were followed by the Mowglis.

The greatest Mowgli was Akbar because he extinguished himself on the battlefield of Panipat which is in Hurryana. But his son Jehangir was peace loving; he married one Hindu wife and kept 300 porcupines. Then came Shahajahan who had 14 sons. Family planning had not been invented at that time. He also built the Taj Mahal hotel for his wife who now sleeps there. The king sent all his sons away to distant parts of India because they started quarrelling. Dara Seiko was sent to UP, Shaikh Bhakhtiyar was sent to J & K, while Orangezip came to Bombay to fight Shivaji. However, after that they changed its name to Mumbai because Shivaji’s sena did not like it. They also do not like New Delhi, so they are calling it Door Darshan.

After the Mowglis came Vasco the Gama. He was an exploder who was circumcising India with a 100 foot clipper. Then came the British. They brought with them many inventions such as cricket, tramtarts and steamed railways. They were followed by the French who brought in French fries, pizzazz and laundry. But Robert Clive drove them out when he deafened Duplex who was out membered since the British had the queen on their side.

Eventually, the British came to overrule India because there was too much diversity in our unity. The British overruled India for a long period. They were great expotents and impotents . They started expoting salt from India and impoting cloth. This was not liked by Mahatma Gandhi who wanted to produce his own salt. This was called the swedish moment. During this moment, many
people burnt their lion cloths in the street and refused to wear anything else. The British became very angry at this and stopped the production of Indian testiles.

In 1920, Mahatma Gandhi was married to one wife. Soon after he became the father of the nation. In 1942 he started the Quiet India moment, so named because the British were quietly lootaoing our country. In 1947, India became free and its people became freely loving. This increased our population. Its government became a limited mockery, which means people are allowed to take the law in their own hands with the help of the police. Our constipation is the best in the world because it says that no man can be hanged twice for the same crime. It also says you cannot be put in prison if you have not paid your taxis. Another important thing about our constipation is that it can be changed. This is not possible with the British constipation because it is not written on

The Indian Parlemint consists of two houses which are called lower and higher. This is because one Mr Honest Abe said that two houses divided against itself cannot withstand.

So Pandit Nehru asked the British for freedom at midnight since the British were afraid of the dark. At midnight, on August 15, there was a tryst in Parlemint in which many participated by wearing khaki and hosting the flag.

Recently in India, there have been a large number of scams and a plaque. It can be dangerous because many people died of plaque in Surat. Scams are all over India. One of these was in Bihar where holy cows were not given anything to eat by their elected leader. The other scam was in Bofor which is a small town in Switzerland. In this, a lot of Indian money was given to buy a gun which can shoot a coot .

Presently India has a coalishun government made up of many parties; left, right and centre. It has started to library the economy. This means that there is now no need for a licence as the economy will be driven by itself. India is also trying to become an Asian tiger because its own tigers are being poached.

Another important event this year was the Shark meeting at Malas Dive. At this place, shark leaders agreed to share their poverty, pollution and population.


Stop throwing away used/waste cooking oil..Turn it into biodiesel..Biodiesel is generated from used cooking oil… Ever wondered what happens to used cooking oil generated in the kitchens of five-star hotels …they are used to power local trains, luxury sedans, Jacuzzi, lifts and hot water boiler operations. India consumes about 21 million tonnes of edible oils and generates 2 million tonnes of cooking oil waste annually..A system to collect used and waste cooking oil and then recycle it to make fuel is a wonderful concept