空飛ぶミニットマン

暖かな陽の光が降り注ぎ、三村かな子がコーンブレッドを厨房で焼いている。今は遠いケンタッキーの我が家の風景が、目を閉じれば浮かんでくる人生だった。 作者 @marineviceadmir

Reject the man cave, embrace the study

七三分けが一番さ

“National Policy: Revival of the Old Alliance” 🎌🇬🇧What a based quote tweet! 🇬🇧🎌

毛皮に穴を空けないで皮を剥ぐ技術、穴を空けずに裏スキをする技術の確保が急務

Some confederates from Missouri used raw wool for their uniforms which meant they were completely white. At some re-enactments I saw these guys and was duly impressed.

Lady Columbia #anime #America

Bear

#海外向けだと思う画像を上げろ クリント・イーストウッドの夢絵とかでもいいですかね

A guy sits in a taxi and sees his wife entering a hotel with another man and tells the driver, “Do you want to earn $500 right away?” The driver excitedly says “What do I have to do?” “My wife just entered that hotel with another man, bring her to me by the hair, here's a picture of her.” After a while the driver is seen dragging a woman by the hair, while she’s kicking and screaming. He opens the door and puts her in the taxi. The husband says to him, "This is not my wife" The driver replied "I know, this is mine, hold her for me please, now I’m going back for yours”

Saber and Pistol: The Last Duel of Nathan Bedford Forrest By: Michael Brasher Ebenezer Church, Alabama – April 1, 1865 By the spring of 1865, the Southern Confederacy was dying fast—and it knew it. The war's great engines were grinding to a close, and now the Federal cavalry—fast, well-mounted, and carrying Spencer 7-shot repeating carbines—was galloping deep into Alabama to finish the job. Major General James H. Wilson, a hard-driving West Pointer and Grant protégé, had assembled a strike force of over 13,000 seasoned troopers drawn from the cream of the Union cavalry. Their mission was destruction: crack the iron spine of the Confederacy by burning its heart—Selma. And riding to stop him was a man whose name still stirred fear and awe in the Federal ranks. Lieutenant General Nathan Bedford Forrest, commander of the last great Southern cavalry force in the West, was short of nearly everything: men, mounts, ammunition, even time. He had just 2,500 or so effectives—many of them state militia and home guards with little fight left in them—and they were scattered across flooded rivers and spring-churned roads. But Forrest still had one thing: will. He planted his line near a sleepy crossroads called Ebenezer Church, about 20 miles north of Selma. It wasn’t much—just a shallow rise, a few fieldpieces, and worn-out men behind makeshift works. But it was here, on April 1, 1865, that Forrest stood in the path of Wilson’s advance. And it was here that he fought his final personal duel. The Charge The Federals came on with force. One of Wilson’s most trusted commanders, Brig. Gen. Eli Long, pushed his column directly down the main road. Four companies of the 17th Indiana Mounted Infantry—veterans of Wilder’s Lightning Brigade—were ordered forward on horseback, sabers drawn, with dismounted troopers covering them with Spencer carbines from the flanks. Forrest had seen this tactic before, but he had no reserves to counter it and no depth to his line. The charge struck like a hammer. The 17th Indians slashed through the abatis, leaped the ditch, and toppled one Confederate field gun. For a moment, they looked unstoppable. But Forrest wasn’t behind the lines giving orders—he was right there at the guns, revolver in hand. The moment the Federal line crested the works, Forrest and a knot of his hard-bitten veterans fired from point-blank range into the charging mass. It was hand-to-hand chaos—sabers, pistols, and bare fists. The road to Selma was being bought by inches. “A Terrific Hand-to-Hand Conflict” The 17th Indiana began to recoil, men falling from the saddle in clumps. But one officer didn’t break. Captain James D. Taylor, a brave and determined young officer from Company G, surged ahead alone. His comrades later remembered it clearly: Taylor’s horse was lathered, his saber already bloodied, and his face set like stone. As others fell back, he rode straight for the knot of officers by the gun—and for Forrest. The general saw him coming. As Taylor closed, he swung his saber in a blinding arc. One blow sliced across Forrest’s left forearm, disabling it. Another gashed open Forrest’s scalp, blood running down the side of his face. A third blow nicked the barrel of Forrest’s revolver, so close were the two men locked in. Forrest, bleeding, reeling, barely kept his balance. And then he fired. The shot struck Taylor in the chest. The young captain fell from the saddle and was dead before he hit the dirt. “If that boy had known enough…” A few days later, the dust of Selma’s fall still settling, Forrest and Wilson met briefly under a flag of truce. Forrest, still bandaged from the wounds Taylor had given him, made no boast. Instead, with a soldier’s blunt candor, he told Wilson: “If that boy had known enough to give me the point of his saber instead of the edge, I should not be here to tell you about it.” That line—half lament, half compliment—has echoed down through the years as the final punctuation mark on..

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My Japanese friends! Come to Texas and I'll show you how to hunt. Teach you how to walk the land and respect it or else- They'll find you...

"We are not enemies, but friends. We must not be enemies. Though passion may have strained, it must not break our bonds of affection. The mystic cords of memory will swell when again touched, as surely they will be, by the better angels of our nature." Abraham Lincoln He was a brilliant writer. Some say he's awkward and clumsy, but to me, it's pure poetry...

sign up here you barbarian.....

Japan is too small for cav.

日本から大正ロマン、イギリスからエドワーディアン、アメリカからローリング・トゥウェンティーズを交換しよう

@AnimZ00 Little Round Top!!!

私の計算では、10万人の南北戦争ファンが日本にはいます。

押忍！自認アメリカ人です！ アライグマをとっ捕まえて皮は鞣して肉を食べます！

하드웨어 만큼은 결코 일본에 딸리지 않읍니다. 사진은 2024년 10월 인천 개항장 야행. 마지막 사진은 태국에서 온 수학여행 초등학생들.

@LinkumSojer Thanks for your advice!

@Uncleminute Your haversack should go over your waist belt and cartridge box sling, pard. Otherwise, keep it up