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Title: People to see, Wraith to round up. . .

Author: Sharpes_Hussy
Rating: G
Prompt: Stand
Summary: At times it is necessary to take a stand even when things appear to be against you

Sheppard crawled out from beneath the pile of debris that he had dove into in hast, using it as cover while the Wraith were hunting for surivors of the Dart attack. Odd that the Wraith had not done any beam me up Scotty routine, but instead seemed to be intent on basic strafing; the kind of destruction they did so well. He had no idea where his team was. The last he saw of them, Ronon was searching for a suitable spot to bury himself and although he could hear the plaintive voice of McKay, he could not see him visibly, and hadn't a clue about Teyla's whereabouts. He hated this separation as many thoughts crawled through his mind including one featuring his team as objects of Wraith trackers. Then he noticed something else disturbing. He was covered with a mixture of dirt, leaves, and something that stuck to his BDUs, tact, and worst of all, his P-90.
CRAP!
His facial expression reflected his extreme annoyance as he inspected his weapon to see if it needed cleaning, which he found extremely humorous given the surroundings. To field strip his P-90 presented a lot of problems. It would be almost impossible to do an adequate job given the wind. It was blowing and that meant a lot of FOD, as debris was referrred to in aviation. It was flying around, likely to stick to every surface, as it had stuck to him already. As he debated the dilemma further, he heard rustling nearby. Taking position behind a nearby tree, he waited to see who, or what, was coming and not very quietly either. Carefully peering around the tree, Sheppard hoped that it was friendly because right now his weapon might not be much use. Ronon stepped through the vegetation, scowl on his face, as he attempted to brush off the same debris Sheppard had picked up. Without looking up, Ronon stopped and began inspecting his blaster probably wondering like Sheppard if it would function properly. When he looked up, he saw Sheppard as he stepped out from behind the tree, and said in a deadpan voice, “I wondered what happened to you.”
Before Sheppard could reply, Ronon continued, “Let's find McKay and Teyla so we can get some Wraith before we head back.”
Get some Wraith? That sounded like a pit stop for fastfood.
Never one to waste a chance to wreak revenge, Ronon was now fully smiling as he took point, but in Sheppard's mind it was somehow feral; actually quite unpleasant.

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[ninja007.livejournal.com]

Good memories...

I never saw my dad in his marine uniform or his police uniform. Wish I had, as he's gone now. All I have are a few photos and none are with his marine uniform.

[black-raven135.livejournal.com]

**sighs**
Yes and now just memories through photos.........
I wish there was something I could say......
I look at photos of it all and sometimes it seems like it never
happened, but I have our commissioning certificates here in the
den on the wall as proof that it did.
His is A LOT more ornate than mine e.g. Neptune and Amphitrite
riding on a chariot pulled by Hippocamps and accompanying them are nymphs and other assorted sea dignitaries...all featured prominently in lithograph....below all the introduction of commissioning etc.
Mine comes right to the point, minces no words and just has a Navy seal
I guess Dept of Navy ran out of ideas or $$$ by then.
:P

[ninja007.livejournal.com]

I don't even have any certificates. He was in the Korean War and received a purple heart, but I voted on my brother getting that as he's the only boy/son. My dad really didn't believe in collected things, so there is really nothing of his that I have except his photo in his police uniform. I never saw him in it. Just a few photos here and there. I don't even know if he ever received a retirement badge...

There was probably someone in the Navy who had a bright idea on how to make the certificates "better"...

[black-raven135.livejournal.com]

Last year I opened his sea chest. I found so much in it that it was unbelievable and most I haven't a clue what it is as he is gone now.
There are so many photos and other memorabilia, all unidentified now
which is sad.
I threw the photos away as they mean nothing and no way to know other than they are obviously shots in combat.....
I wish I had known as I could donate that way.
I also found all his ribbons and medals etc.
He kept this trunk for many years but the word was not to touch
Sandy has his journals. They were to be used for a book he was
in the process of doing with some publisher in NYC.
It was never written. Two days after his funeral, she called.
She asked for him and I told her he was dead. There was silence for a bit and when I said "Are you still there?" she replied "I was working with him planning a book"
I wish he had been able to do that. It all started with the marines in Shanghai before WWII began and ended with him leaving
Vietnam when Saigon fell................
**sighs**

So, I found out some stories about my Dad...

[ninja007.livejournal.com]

Just wanted to let you know that recently, paperwork has been located about my dad. A good buddy of his was writing down stories of his youth to be published in a book. He allowed a cousin of mine to have a written down copy with original photos of my Dad when he was 15 and 17. It made me cry reading about a part of my dad's life he never got to tell me about.

Part of it was how his friends would climb the trees (so it wouldn't stop him from getting that ride and to still keep my dad company) to wait with him while he waited to hitch a ride back to Camp Pendleton. Quite a few of the boys in his neighborhood went into the marines during the Korean conflict. He was so young when he hitched up. He was just 17 and it appears that quite a few of them were underage.

Re: So, I found out some stories about my Dad...

[black-raven135.livejournal.com]

Wow this is great information............so great you managed to get some about him and never mind the pix
I still remember when I found the family pix in his foot locker...nobody had ever seen it......
Your father was young, but that was so common even during WWII
Mom's brother began pestering his mother when he was 15. He wanted her to sign the papers when he was 16. She held out till he turned 17. Had we had to invade Japan he would have been killed as he was part of the amphibious forces.

I look at pix of dad when he was with the marines in Shanghai
(marines have no medical corps)
and have no knowledge of any part of it.......save for a short statement about how they could hear the rockets as they whizzed over the American settlement, intended for the Chinese...
He is wearing marine greens, not Navy.....and in some pix
it is obvious they are in areas that had been bombed by the Japanese who by that time had invaded Manchuria.
This was of course before we entered the war.
So many blank pages when it comes to him.
**sighs**