Showing posts with label Courageous. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Courageous. Show all posts

Thursday, March 27, 2014

Congrats Mason

Last night, my friend and fellow scout Mason B. presented his Eagle Proposal to the board and passed with flying colors. Nice Job, Mace!

Mason's project is to install an AED and two wall-mount first aid kits at the church he attends. (It also happens to be our charter organization.)
Mason.
(Please note the "SIG" logo on his fleece in the background...)

Nick, on of the other scouts, came by to cheer Mace on.
Nick will be presenting his project next month.

The proud author of a boss proposal featuring his handiwork.
(I proof read... like that makes any difference... to both the report and the spelling/grammar)
Just so you know i'm not lying about his name...


Mason with the board after his presentation.
L - R: Mr Daily, Mason, I don't remember this gentleman's name and dad. 
Mason, great job on your proposal, presentation and board. I'm proud to be your coach and am looking forward to you joining the ranks officially! Keep On Keepin' On!

Thursday, September 26, 2013

Eagle Pics

Ok, I was asked to post pictures of my Eagle Project at the end of June and am just now getting around to it. Sorry, Alex!

My baby!


The "Beast." Yeah, it's 40 feet long...


The view from the lookout about half way up the trail.





The stone waterbar

The restored waterbar

Waterbar 3

Waterbar 2


Waterbar 1


Cutting trees with dad


Cutting out the kiosk with Alex.

Painting the Kiosk with Paul

The last workday, my dad cut 777 into one of the stumps.

Paul and David removing an old waterbar

Ryan being a boss.

My dad being more of one.

Installing the last water bar. I don't have a picture of the finished one.

Ryan and I waiting for our Eagle Boards

Me in at my board.

They let my dad sit in on it too, which was really cool.

My mom waiting outside

Coming out from the board while the committee talked it over.

Me, Jeremy and Paul

I Passed!

Jeremy, me and Paul after it was official.

Me and Jeremy waiting for Ryan to finish his board.

Ryan passed too! How cool is that!

Ryan with his board.

Congrats Ryan!

Left to right: Tyler, David, Jeremy, Ryan, Me and Paul.

Left to right: Mr. F, Tyler, David, Jeremy, Ryan, Me, Paul, Mr. B and Dad.

Ryan wit his mom and dad.


Me with mom and Holly.

Me and Ryan!

And in case you wondered, that is my report; all 122 pages of it!

Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Tuesday, June 5, 2012

D-Day- June 6, 1944



"You are about to embark upon the great crusade toward which we have striven these many months. The eyes of the world are upon you...I have full confidence in your courage, devotion to duty and skill in battle."

~ General Dwight D. Eisenhower



Tomorrow at 2:00 am is the 68th anniversary of D-Day, the first of the many hard, bloody, sweaty, unforgettable days to take France back from the Nazi army.

The battle started a few months before for the American, British and Canadian soldiers, in England, with brutally realistic training in preparation for Operation Overlord. Some of the training included: crawling under 200 yards of barbed wire that was draped with pig innards, running across an open beach while being shot at with a machine gun (yes a real machine gun with real ammo), swimming 100 yards in full uniform with a helmet and rifle, jumping out of a plane at 13,000 feet, climbing 100 foot tall nets, running two miles in 15 minutes, uphill in full uniform with helmet, gun, ammo, grenades, a 100 lbs. backpack and water that they were not allowed to drink.



June 5, 1944 was a day of prayer, briefing, loading up, and leaving.

At 2:00 am the next day, the 2,000 ships off the coast of France opened fire on the shore, hoping to clear the shore of mines, barbed wire, beach hedge-hogs, and hopefully, the Atlantic Wall, a wall of underground tunnels, cement bunkers, howitzers, pill boxes, machine gun outposts, barbed wire, land mines, cement walls, trenches, and other deadly obstacles. The wall stretched along the whole coast of France.



The night before, the paratroopers landed behind the German lines and made their way across the country side. Many of them died from either Anti-Aircraft Gun Flack, machine gun fire or some of them drowned in water that was not more than six inches deep. Some drifted miles away from their landing zone. Others were hung up in trees, on roofs and one on a church steeple.



The infantry loaded into LCVPs (Landing Craft Vehicle/Personal) and headed to shore around 4:00 am. One infantry man said this: "It sounded, from the landing boats, that the ships were blowing the wall apart and we didn't have much to do." But when the infantry hit the beach, they found out differently. The cannons on the ships had only destroyed about 1/10 of the wall.



Coming ashore, the troops were instantly under machine gun fire, if they even made it to the shore. Lots of the LCVPs were blown up before they were able to get to shore. The LCVPs had to stay out from shore about 200 feet so they wouldn't get caught on the sand. Once to their position, they would drop the ramp in the landing craft which protected the men inside from machine gun fire. When the ramp was down, the infantry had to wade through 4 feet deep, mine infested waters, to the shore. That was if they didn't get shot or pulled under the water by their equipment. Pushing ashore, the American, British and Canadian troops had to cross about 200 yards of beach that was riddled with mines, blown-up trucks and their dead comrades.



I could go on forever about the history behind D-Day, but I won't. The Allies blew through the German line and freed France from the Nazi powers. Was it worth it? Loosing almost 75% of the air born units, a quarter of the infantry and many vehicles? Was France really worth it? Yes, it was! The men that died on D-Day died for freedom. If we had not beat the Germans, the world might have been under Nazi oppression, we might have lost our religious freedom, our right to free speech, our right to bear arms, our families, our country. The men of D-Day died to protect those things, the things that the founding fathers fought so hard to give to our country. The soldiers in World War Two fought to preserve.

In our nation today, our military men and women are fighting in the Middle East to give to other countries these same rights that we take for granted. We need to thank those men that died for our freedoms.

We need to thank God for His provision of willing men and women who give up their lives for our rights. We must praise the Creator, because He is the One that gives freedom. He is the One that grants rights. It's not the government, it's not us, it's not even the soldiers, it's God and ONLY God!

Tuesday, May 22, 2012

"The Gods of the Copy Book Headings" by Rudyard Kipling

As I pass through my incarnations in every age and race,
I make my proper prostrations to the Gods of the Market Place.
Peering through reverent fingers I watch them flourish and fall,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings, I notice, outlast them all.

We were living in trees when they met us. They showed us each in turn
That Water would certainly wet us, as Fire would certainly burn:
But we found them lacking in Uplift, Vision and Breadth of Mind,
So we left them to teach the Gorillas while we followed the March of Mankind.

We moved as the Spirit listed. They never altered their pace,
Being neither cloud nor wind-borne like the Gods of the Market Place,
But they always caught up with our progress, and presently word would come
That a tribe had been wiped off its ice field, or the lights had gone out in Rome.

With the Hopes that our World is built on they were utterly out of touch,
They denied that the Moon was Stilton; they denied she was even Dutch;
They denied that Wishes were Horses; they denied that a Pig had Wings;
So we worshipped the Gods of the Market Who promised these beautiful things.

When the Cambrian measures were forming, they promised perpetual peace.
They swore, if we gave them our weapons, that the wars of the tribes would cease.
But when we disarmed they sold us and delivered us bound to our foe,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: "Stick to the Devil you know."

On the first Feminine Sandstones we were promised the Fuller Life
(Which started by loving our neighbor and ended by loving his wife)
Till our women had no more children and the men lost reason and faith,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: "The Wages of Sin is Death."

In the Carboniferous Epoch we were promised abundance for all,
by robbing selected Peter to pay for collective Paul;
but, though we had plenty of money, there was nothing our money could buy,
and the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: "If you don't work you die."

Then the Gods of the Market tumbled, and their smooth-tongued wizards withdrew
And the hearts of the meanest were humbled and began to believe it was true
That All is not Gold that Glitters, and Two and Two make Four
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings limped up to explain it once more.

As it will be in the future, it was at the birth of Man
there are only four things certain since Social Progress began.
That the Dog returns to his Vomit and the Sow returns to her Mire,
And the burnt Fool's bandaged finger goes wobbling back to the Fire;

And that after this is accomplished, and the brave new world begins
When all men are paid for existing and no man must pay for his sins,
As surely as Water will wet us, as surely as Fire will burn,
The Gods of the Copybook Headings with terror and slaughter return!

Thursday, March 22, 2012

3 Films

OK, here are my 3 Films.

  1. Courageous. This is the best movie EVER. If you have not seen it, see it. You can't beat Courageous.
  2. Facing the Giants. This is a great movie too.
  3. Drive Thru History. This is that best video history series ever. I have all of the DVDs and I love em'.
OK, tomorrow, 2 songs. 

Saturday, February 11, 2012

I was going to put this on my blog....

But my sister put it on hers first. Click here here to see this video from Courageous!