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From the London Gazette, # 30903, September 16, 1918:
For most conspicuous bravery and extraordinary devotion to duty when in charge of a Lewis gun section in the front line trenches, on which a strong enemy raid was attempted.
During an intense bombardment Cpl. Kaeble remained at the parapet with his Lewis gun shouldered ready for action, the field of fire being very short. As soon as the barrage lifted from the front line, about fifty of the enemy advanced towards his post. By this time the whole of his section except one had become casualties. Cpl. Kaeble jumped over the parapet, and holding his Lewis gun at the hip, emptied one magazine after another into the advancing enemy, and, although wounded several times by fragments of shells and bombs, he continued to fire, and entirely blocked the enemy by his determined stand. Finally, firing all the time, he fell backwards into the trench, mortally wounded. While lying on his back in the trench he fired his last cartridges over the parapet at the retreating Germans, and before losing consciousness shouted to the wounded about him: ‘Keep it up boys; do not let them get through! We must stop them!” The complete repulse of the enemy attack at this point was due to the remarkable personal bravery and self-sacrifice of this gallant non-commissioned officer, who died of his wounds shortly afterwards.
Corporal Joseph Kaeble, a 25 year old mechanic from St. Moise Quebec, was posthumously awarded the Victoria Cross for his actions on the 8th of July, 1918. Cpl. Kaeble was one of over 60,000 Canadians to be killed during the ‘war to end all wars’.
Take the time on Rememberance Day to think about the peope who risked their lives and fought for our country and our freedoms.
That’s how I feel. My leg is not getting better fast enough. It’s cold out. I’m unenthusiastic about everything.
Can’t even think of anything that would cheer me up.
Cameras just remind me that I can’t walk around and take pictures.
I’m still burned out on electronics.
Fish and snails… burned me out last week. I forgot to blob about that. I did make a post about it though at Applesnail.net.
It’s a long weekend coming up. Thanksgiving. Not feeling very thanksful at the moment, though I realize that I do have a great many things to be thankful about.
Anyways, turkeys are annoying.
One million baby spiders… give or take a thousand. (Photo below the fold.)
You know your week is off to a bad start when you wake up, open the blinds, and see…
Those LED blinkin-flashins ontop of the car are so amazingly bright. Where do they get such bright LEDs?
It’s wrong, I know. So very wrong.
See, I’m getting these letters from the natural gas company, that basically amount to:
Y u no want me service your furnace? It’s freeeee….
And really, I don’t have anything against regular maintenance. Especially when it’s free (or already paid for via some other contract.) The furnace is an especially Valued and Important part of my thermostat project. So its continued and effecient function is something that should be of paramount importance.
Why then am I procrastinating about getting it serviced? Because that would mean accompanying the service tech down….into the cellar….
And what is wrong with the cellar, you ask? Well allow me to compile a brief list, quickly, off the top of my head:
- Creaky wobbly unsafe stairs.
- The Dank.
And yes, that’s just a quick list. There are plenty more reasons to avoid the cellar. I won’t even go into the mysterious bumps in the night, the strangely appearing and disappearing mists, sudden chills, the lights that turned on and off by themselves, or the voices.
Or the fact that the last time I was down there with a service tech, all his flashlights burned out, one after another, till we were left almost completely in the dark.
If I could just point the guy to the cellar door and say Go through there, down the stairs, through the second doorway and the furnace is down there. It’s in the room with the furnace in it. then I would surely do that.
But the service techs are not fools. They know better than to venture alone into areas where the homeowner fears to tred.
And so I am stuck in a quandry. I want the furnace to be serviced. I do not want to go down there. I have to go down there to get the furnace serviced.
What I need is to find the Indiana Jones of the HVAC service world. He’d go down there alone, give the furnace a tune-up, and give The Dank a swift kick in the arse.