BLACK JACK SHALAQ

The fleet wants ta know.....

Captn' Weaver, The lil' welp is all yers to do what you wish....Just keep him off my ship please.... Black Jack Jack, Why are ya so mean to me...Yer a savage. And i'll decide who I wanna shack up with ...not you mister. Are you drunk again? NK Hey you lil' chamber pot, I got some news fer ya. If ya think shackin' up wit' Weaver is yer option, think again. And don't think of it as shackin' up as much as it's "shacklin' up". As in, yer shackled n' side spurred! HAR HAR HAR. Black Jack

Happy Birthday sir, >>>The Gunny snaps a sharp salute<<<<

Captn' Weaver, The lil' welp is all yers to do what you wish....Just keep him off my ship please.... Black Jack

Bloody Jack, Well, let me tell ya somethun mate. I don't care if yer a sunday school teacher (which I kin tell yer not). That is an excellent observation you gave on a very"GINgerly" subject. You keep yer knoggen gears churnin' lad, n' Ol' Stynky Tudor" will move up in rank! Black Jack

I'm feelin' alot better though I have a little sinus congestion hangin' tuff with me. But considerin' the way I felt a week ago, I'm doin' fine now. I hope I didn't pass this on to any of you guys or gals (except for maybe that Kanasta fella). Black Jack

....I knew it....I just knew it!

Hey Nasty, I'll just bet yer one of those poindexter types ain't ya's? Yer one of those kids that got beat up in school then went home whinnin' to yer ma n' hid under her apron. I'm pretty close ain't I? Instead of gettin tired of gettin' whipped up on n' fightin' back, you classifiy yerself as a "victim".It's easier fer ya to piss n' moan about it , instead of mashin' the bully's head with yer lap top. Trust Ol' Black Jack on this one kid. Busted knuckles heal . They heal faster if ya wear some brass knuckles too! God I hope you don't look good in a dress. I'll have ta kill ya then. Black Jack

Captn' Weaver, Wouldn't Kanasta make a fine cabin boy to....you know.... -Black Jack

Tis' better than a front row seat at an Elvis concert (sorry lassies). It's just ....awsome! -Black Jack

HA HA HA HA HA! Thar still people like you out thar? Pirates don't wear pocket protector kid.You need to get out n' see the world son. Join somethun else besides the chess club or a church group. Captn' Weavers got a club you kin join online and it's FREE! She'll bring ya right up to speed mate! Black Jack

well mates, It appears we over loaded me liquor cabinet n' she went down to da deep six. >>>>Sadness n' remorse<<<<<. All hands were saved thankfully. It seems the survivors lashed hundreds of empty bottles together n' floated ta shore. They woulda made it to shore sooner if it weren't fer them drinkin' da bottles empty first. some of me mates couldn't tie knots being that they were too drunk. So they stuck da bottles on thar fingers n' toes. The cabin boy shoved a bottle up his a**and floated to shore face down n' a** up (he's comfy wit that position). The only good part of this tragedy is all the cases of Bud Lite that sent her to da bottom will stay icy cold down thar. Oh well.... Ol' Black Jack

OL' BLACK JACK TENDS TO GET ON HIS SOAP BOX FROM TIME TO TIME. Sorry if I go too far with this vetern thing. It's a real large part of my soul. I'll step down for a while n' give you folks some breathing room. - Black Jack

It is the VETERAN, not the preacher, who has given us freedom of religion. It is the VETERAN, not the reporter, who has given us freedom of the press. It is the VETERAN, not the poet, who has given us freedom of speech. It is the VETERAN, not the campus organizer, who has given us freedom to assemble. It is the VETERAN, not the lawyer, who has given us the right to a fair trial. It is the VETERAN, not the politician, Who has given us the right to vote. It is the VETERAN, who salutes the Flag, who serves under the Flag, ETERNAL REST GRANT THEM O LORD, AND LET PERPETUAL LIGHT SHINE UPON THEM.

The answers tis simple mate. Lay thar homes to waste n' asunder! Make da bastards see things yer way! Just tryin' ta help mate, Black Jack

Have a day to remember lassie. I'm sure you earned it! Black Jack

I've gotta say that ,that is a nasty way to lose weight. It's worse than a hangover. -Black Jack

Scupper, If you wanna see somethun' that puts yer jaw on the ground , you must see the USMC color guard go thru thar silent drill. AMAZING! -Black Jack

I was a Boy Scout too. So what's yer point kid? If you're by some chance tryin' to make some fun outta our statements , I suggest ya watch some old Richard Pryor tapes for ideas. Cause actually kid, you sound rather......stupid. -Black Jack

El Pirata Ol' Mate, No problem. It twas' my pleasure! :) Black Jack

In case you haven't seen this ......... The Third Infantry Regiment at Fort Myer has the responsibility for providing ceremonial units and honor guards for state occasions, White House social functions, public celebrations and interments at Arlington National Cemetery....and standing a very formal sentry watch at the Tombs of the Unknowns. The public is familiar with the precision of what is called "walking post" at the Tombs. There are roped off galleries where visitors can form to observe the troopers and their measured step and almost mechanical silent rifle shoulder changes. They are relieved every hour in a very formal drill that has to be seen to believe. Some people think that when the Cemetery is closed to the public in the evening that this show stops. First, to the men who are dedicated to this work...it is no show...it is a "charge of honor". The formality and precision continues uninterrupted all night. During the nighttime, the drill of relief and the measured step of the on-duty sentry remain unchanged from the daylight hours. To these men...these special men, the continuity of this post is the key to the honor and respect shown to these honored dead, symbolic of all American unaccounted for American combat dead. The steady rhythmic step in rain, sleet, snow, hail, hot, cold...bitter cold...uninterrupted...uninterrupted is the important part of the honor shown. Last night, while you were sleeping, the teeth of hurricane Isabel came through this area and tore hell out of everything... We have thousands of trees down...power outages...traffic signals out...roads filled with down limbs and "gear adrift" debris...We have flooding...and the place looks like it has been the impact area of an off shore bombardment. The Regimental Commander of the U.S. Third Infantry sent word to the nighttime Sentry Detail to secure the post and seek shelter from the high winds, to ensure their personal safety. THEY DISOBEYED THE ORDER...During winds that turned over vehicles and turned debris into projectiles...the measured step continued. One fellow said "I've got buddies getting shot at in Iraq who would kick my butt if word got to them that we let them down...I sure as hell have no intention of spending my Army career being known as the idiot who couldn't stand a little light breeze and shirked his duty." .... Then he said something in response to a female reporters question regarding silly purposeless personal risk...."I wouldn't expect you to understand, it's an enlisted man's thing." God Bless the rascal...In a time in our nation's history when spin seems to have become the accepted coin-of-the-realm, there beat hearts...the enlisted hearts we all knew and were so damn proud to be a part of...that fully understand that devotion to duty is not a part time occupation. While we slept, we were represented by some damn fine men who fully understood their post orders and proudly went about their assigned responsibilities unseen, unrecognized and in the finest tradition of the American Enlisted Man. Folks, there's hope.... The gene that George S. Patton...Arliegh Burke and Jimmy Doolittle left us...survives. Now, go have another cup to pop rivet your eyelids I've got to go to work. DN From a subvet friend in our nation's capital ...More.... Nina Swink adds..... On the ABC evening news, it was reported tonight that, because of the dangers from Hurricane Isabel approaching Washington DC, the military members assigned the duty of guarding the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier were given permission to suspend the assignment. They refused. "No way, Sir!" Soaked to the skin, marching in the pelting rain of a tropical storm, they said that guarding the Tomb was not just an assignment; it was the highest honor that can be afforded to a service person. The tomb has been patrolled continuously, 24/7, since 1930. Addition to this e: I saw an interview on Fox News Channel with the Commander of the soldiers who guard the Tomb of the unknown. He took the shift when Isabel was unleashing her fury, cause he did not want to ask any of his men to do this - he felt it was his highest honor to be on duty during that time. Very, very proud of our persons in uniform!!!!!! I don't usually suggest that e-mails be forwarded, but I'd be DAMN proud if this one reached as many as possible. Black Jack

My apology mate. And God bless you. Black Jack

It was a prayer......God and I had an understanding back then. I killed the bastards n' God judged their souls. In 1991 we worked out a....volume deal. Black Jack

Quote; EP - the SQUID wannabe in the Army. You Mister ,was a UNITED STATES SOLDIER. A walkin' talkin' tightly wound, family sized can of death n' destruction. You fear nuthin' for you are fear itself. Besides, squids just drive the bus. It's the foot soldier who gets off it on the bad side of town. Black Jack

This Black Jack Fella.....Who the heck is he? They allow infected tyrants on the here board? Nasty k NK, To answer yer first question. Who am I?....I'm trouble. Second question...Yes, They allow tyrants on this here post....yer here. Black Jack