From 5/17/2009 ( RACKETEER INFLUENCED AND CORRUPT ORGANIZATIONS US Title 18 - premiere US TV series episode "The Simpsons"::"Coming to Homerica" ) To 8/13/2011 ( --- ) is 818 days
From 11/2/1965 ( date hijacked from me:my birth date in Antlers Oklahoma USA and my birthdate as the known official Deputy United States Marshal Kerry Wayne Burgess and active duty United States Marine Corps officer ) To 1/29/1968 ( Edward Burns ) is 818 days
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The Simpsons (TV series 1989– )
Coming to Homerica (#20.21)
Krusty's new eco-burgers bring food poisoning to Springfield thanks to contaminated barley,an ingredient imported from neighboring Ogdenville. Conssequently the Ogdenville economy plummets and its citizens,descendants of Norwegians,migrate to Springfield where they are initially welcomed for their industry. However their customs start to swamp those of Springfield and Quimby decrees that a wall be built to keep any more incomers at bay. The Ogdenvillers are allowed to help in its construction
Release Date: 17 May 2009 (USA)
RED STORM RISING [ RACKETEER INFLUENCED AND CORRUPT ORGANIZATIONS US Title 18 ]
Tom Clancy
PRINTING HISTORY
G.P. Putnam's Sons hardcover edition / August 1986
Berkley mass-market edition / August 1987
Page 398
"Danny, for crying out loud, let up on yourself. Not your fault that Ivan didn't send you any targets, is it?"
McCafferty took a long pull from his mug. Two miles away Chicago was reprovisioning. They'd be in port for two days. Boston and another 688-class sub were tied to the same quay, with another pair due in later today. They were to be outfitted for a special mission, but they didn't know what it was. In the meantime, the officers and crewmen were using their modicum of free time to breathe fresh air and unwind. "You're right, Todd, right as ever."
"Good. Have some pretzels. Looks like quite a shindig over there. How about we wander over?" Simms lifted his beer and walked to the end of the room.
They found a gathering of submarine officers, which was not a surprise, but the center of attention was. He was a Norwegian captain, a blond man of about thirty who clearly hadn't been sober for several hours. As soon as he drained one jar of beer, a Royal Navy commander handed him another.
"I must find the man who save us!" the Norwegian insisted loudly and drunkenly.
"What gives?" Simms asked. Introductions were exchanged. The Royal Navy officer was captain of HMS Oberon.
"This is the chappie who blasted Kirov all the way back to Murmansk," he said. "He tells the story about every ten minutes. About time for him to begin again."
"Son of a bitch," McCafferty said. This was the guy who had sunk his target! Sure enough, the Norwegian began speaking again.
"We make out approach slowly. They come right" - he belched - "to us, and we creep very slow. I put periscope up, and there he is! Four thousand meters, twenty knots, he will pass within five hundred meters starboard." The beer mug swept toward the floor. "Down periscope! Arne - where are you, Arne? Oh, is drunk at table. Arne is weapons officer. He set to fire four torpedoes. Type thirty-seven, American torpedoes." He gestured at the two American officers who had just joined the crowd.
Four Mark-37s! McCafferty winced at the thought. That could ruin your whole day.
"Kirov is very close now. Up periscope! Course same, speed same, distance now two thousand meters - I shoot! One! Two! Three! Four! Reload and dive deep."
"You're the guy who ruined my approach!" McCafferty shouted.
The Norwegian almost appeared sober for a moment. "Who are you?"
"Dan McCafferty, USS Chicago."
"You were there?"
"Yes."
"You shoot missiles?"
"Yes."
"Hero!" The Norwegian submarine commander ran to McCafferty, almost knocking him down as he wrapped the American in a crushing bear hug. "You save my men! You save my ship!"
"What the hell is this?" Simms asked.
"Oh, introductions," said a Royal Navy captain. "Captain Bjorn Johannsen of His Norwegian Majesty's submarine Kobben. Captain Daniel McCafferty of USS Chicago."
"After we shoot Kirov, they come around us like wolves. Kirov blow up -"
"Four fish? I believe it," Simms agreed.
"Russians come to us with cruiser, two destroyers," Johannsen continued, now quite sober. "We, ah, evade, go deep, but they find us and fire their RBU rockets - many, many rockets. Most far, some close. We reload and I shoot at cruiser."
"You hit her?"
"One hit, hurt but not sink. This take, I am not sure, ten minutes, fifteen. It was a very busy time, yes?"
"Me, too. We came in fast, flipped on the radar. There were three ships where we thought Kirov was."
"Kirov was sunk - blow up! What you see was the cruiser and two destroyers. Then you shoot missiles, yes?" Johannsen's eyes sparkled.
"Three Harpoons. A Helix saw the launch and came after us. We evaded, never did know if the missiles hit anything."
"Hit? Hah! Let me tell you." Johannsen gestured. "We dead, battery down. We have damage now, cannot run. We already evade four torpedoes, but they have us now. Sonar have us. Destroyer fire RBU at us. First three miss, but they have us. Then - Boom! Boom! Boom! Many more. Destroyer blow up. Other hit, but not sink, I think.
"We escape." Johannsen hugged McCafferty again, and both spilled their beer on the floor. The American had never seen a Norwegian display this much emotion, even around his wife. "My crew alive because of you, Chicago! I buy you drink. I buy all your men drink."
"You are sure we killed that tin can?"
"You not kill," Johannsen said. "My ship dead, my men dead. I dead. You kill." A destroyer wasn't exactly as good as sinking a nuclear-powered battle crusier, McCafferty told himself, but it was a whole lot better than nothing, too. And a piece of another, he reminded himself. And who knows, maybe that one sank on the way home.
"Not too shabby, Dan," Simms observed.
"Some people," said the skipper of HMS Oberon, "have all the bloody luck!"
"You know, Todd," said the commanding officer of USS Chicago, "this is pretty good beer."
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Memorable quotes for
"The Simpsons"
Coming to Homerica (2009)
Marge Simpson: You lost your job?
Homer Simpson: It's not my fault! Those barleyjacks filled me up with their liqueurs and liquors, but mostly the liqueurs.
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Pvt. Richard Reiben (Character)
from Saving Private Ryan (1998)
Saving Private Ryan (1998)
Private Reiben: You wouldn't shoot the kraut and now you're gonna shoot me?
Sergeant Horvath: He's better than you.
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Pvt. Richard Reiben (Character)
from Saving Private Ryan (1998)
Saving Private Ryan (1998)
[talking about Capt. Miller]
Corporal Upham: Reiben, so you even know where he went to school?
Private Reiben: Cap'n didn't go to school, they assembled him at OSC outta spare body parts of dead GIs.
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from Saving Private Ryan (1998)
Saving Private Ryan (1998)
Lieutenant Dewindt: FUBAR.
Private Reiben: FUBAR.
Sergeant Horvath: FUBAR.
Captain Miller: FUBAR
Private Jackson: Y'all got that right.
Corporal Upham: I looked up "fubar" in the German dictionary and there's no fubar in here.
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M1918 Browning Automatic Rifle
The Browning Automatic Rifle (BAR) was a family of United States automatic rifles (or machine rifles) and light machine guns used by the United States and numerous other countries during the 20th century. The primary variant of the BAR series was the M1918, chambered for the .30-06 Springfield rifle cartridge and designed by John Browning in 1917 for the U.S. Expeditionary Corps in Europe
After the outbreak of World War II, Ordnance belatedly realized it had no portable squad light machine gun, and attempted to convert the M1918 BAR to that role with the adoption of the M1918A2 by the U.S. Army on 30 June 1938. The BAR was issued as the sole automatic fire support for an eight-man squad, and all men were trained at the basic level how to operate and fire the weapon in case the designated operator(s) were killed or wounded. At the start of the war, most infantry companies designated two- or three-man BAR teams, a gunner and one or two assistant gunners (ammo bearers) who carried extra loaded magazines for the gun. By 1944, some units were using one-man BAR teams, with the other riflemen in the squad detailed to carry additional magazines and/or bandoliers of .30 ammunition. Throughout the war the U.S. Army continued the tradition of issuing the BAR to the smallest man in the rifle squad because "he makes a harder target." Despite this, the average combat lifespan of a World War II BAR man was estimated to be 30 minutes.
As originally conceived, U.S. Army tactical doctrine called for one M1918A2 per squad, using either one or two men to support and carry ammunition for the gun. Fire and movement tactics centered around the M1 riflemen in the squad, while the BAR man was detailed to support the riflemen in the attack and provide mobility to the riflemen with a base of fire. This doctrine received a setback early in the war after U.S. ground forces encountered German troops well-armed with automatic weapons, including fast-firing, portable machine guns. In some cases, particularly in the attack, every fourth German infantryman was equipped with an automatic weapon, either a submachine gun or a full-power machine gun.
In an attempt to overcome the BAR's limited continuous-fire capability, U.S. Army combat divisions increasingly began to specify two BAR fire teams per squad, following the practice of the U.S. Marine Corps. One team would typically provide covering fire until a magazine was empty, whereupon the second team would open fire, thus allowing the first team to reload. In the Pacific, the BAR was often employed at the point or tail of a patrol or infantry column, where its firepower could help break contact on a jungle trail in the event of ambush. After combat experience showed the benefits of maximizing portable automatic firepower in squad-size formations, the U.S. Marine Corps began to increase the number of BARs in its combat divisions, from 513 per division in 1943 to 867 per division in 1945. A thirteen-man squad was developed, consisting of three four-man fire teams, with one BAR per fire team, or three BARs per squad. Instead of supporting the M1 riflemen in the attack, Marine tactical doctrine was focused around the BAR, with riflemen supporting and protecting the BAR gunner.
Despite the improvements in the M1918A2, the BAR remained a difficult weapon to master with its open bolt and strong recoil spring, requiring additional range practice and training to hit targets accurately without flinching.
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The Secret War of Lisa Simpson
Original Airdate on FOX: 18-May-1997
% But military school isn't all fun and hazing. It's time for weapons
% class on the firing range.
Rangemaster: Well, since you attended public school I'm going to assume that you're already proficient with small arms, so we'll start you off with something a little more advanced.
[hands Bart a fearsome-looking grenade launcher]
Bart: [impressed] Whoa!
[Bart shoots at the targets downrange, and hits four of them. His fifth projectile goes sailing off in the distance, however]
Rangemaster: Four out of five, Simpson; impressive. But you missed your last target.
Bart: Did I?
[cut to Springfield Elementary parking lot. Skinner stands over a smoking crater where his car used to be]
Nelson: [from school window] Ha, ha!
