Women's volleyball, #2 in the nation, sweep #16 ATM. Play #6 Wisconsin this Sunday.
Horns beat aggies
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I really don't care.. When it comes to volleyball they are all wearing short tights. Other than that, I could care less
So you are saying you do care...
just kidding, this is just one of those sayings that drives me crazy!
Yes, you coming over to the UT site to post about it certainly expresses your lack of interest clearly.
Why does it drive you crazy?So you are saying you do care...
It's interesting to me that, "I could care less," is taken to mean the same thing as, "I couldn't care less." The former is a bastardized version of the latter, I'm pretty sure. I suspect many people misunderstood the original version's meaning, or didn't hear it right. So they modified it and made it make sense to them, oblivious to the fact that the literal meaning is different.
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On the original topic:
Even though it's volleyball--which I couldn't care less about--Hook 'em, Horns!
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Drives me crazy, because typically the way it is used "I could care less" is used when in reality, they could not care less. The way that it is generally used mean that they could in fact care less. Irregardless is in that same category! English is hard!
My least favorite is "decimated" . Means a 10% loss, used instead of devastation.
Me, too, as to the miss-use of decimation. Any Infantry Division in combat probably qualifies for "decimated",almost automatically, in even a cake walk battle.
I was once tasked to write up our Church Members who were WW2 vets. We still had several in 2005. We had Enlisted, Officers, Soldiers, Airmen, Sailors, one CB, one Wave, and one MARINE.
One little old man was in a National Guard unit that became part of the 34th ID ( Red Bull ) which STILL holds the record for consecutive days in combat ( 517 ). It served from North Africa's Operation Torch until war's end. He, personally, was overseas for FOUR years and came back a Master Sergeant with solidly striped sleeves. The Red Bull was re-constituted by over 21,000 replacements. Since IDs of that war were usually at a 30,000 man size, that would indicate it was "sebndemated."
We lost the little man I greeted every Sunday by saying "Hello Dogface!" the other day. I did it to watch the little old ladies' look of shock as they thought ( Why is he calling Mr. Don a dog? )
Mr. Don always smiled and replied, "Hello, Semper Fi!" A couple of years ago, he told me he had Prostate cancer , but smiled and said, "I'm 95 so I'd suspect something else will get me before that does." He made it to 97.
I wrote up a little wind up on all our WW2 vets for the Church paper by saying,
" A modern Fighter Pilot who has expended all his ordinance in a combat zone announces 'I am Winchester!' I am declaring this church, as to WW2 Vets, is now "Winchester".
(over this)
JUST A COMMON SOLDIER
(A Soldier Died Today)
by A. Lawrence Vaincourt
He was getting old and paunchy and his hair was falling fast,
And he sat around the Legion, telling stories of the past.
Of a war that he had fought in and the deeds that he had done,
In his exploits with his buddies; they were heroes, every one.
And tho' sometimes, to his neighbors, his tales became a joke,
All his Legion buddies listened, for they knew whereof he spoke.
But we'll hear his tales no longer for old Bill has passed away,
And the world's a little poorer, for a soldier died today.
He will not be mourned by many, just his children and his wife,
For he lived an ordinary and quite uneventful life.
Held a job and raised a family, quietly going his own way,
And the world won't note his passing, though a soldier died today.
When politicians leave this earth, their bodies lie in state,
While thousands note their passing and proclaim that they were great.
Papers tell their whole life stories, from the time that they were young,
But the passing of a soldier goes unnoticed and unsung.
Is the greatest contribution to the welfare of our land
A guy who breaks his promises and cons his fellow man?
Or the ordinary fellow who, in times of war and strife,
Goes off to serve his Country and offers up his life?
A politician's stipend and the style in which he lives
Are sometimes disproportionate to the service that he gives.
While the ordinary soldier, who offered up his all,
Is paid off with a medal and perhaps, a pension small.
It's so easy to forget them for it was so long ago,
That the old Bills of our Country went to battle, but we know
It was not the politicians, with their compromise and ploys,
Who won for us the freedom that our Country now enjoys.
Should you find yourself in danger, with your enemies at hand,
Would you want a politician with his ever-shifting stand?
Or would you prefer a soldier, who has sworn to defend
His home, his kin and Country and would fight until the end?
He was just a common soldier and his ranks are growing thin,
But his presence should remind us we may need his like again.
For when countries are in conflict, then we find the soldier's part
Is to clean up all the troubles that the politicians start.
If we cannot do him honor while he's here to hear the praise,
Then at least let's give him homage at the ending of his days.
Perhaps just a simple headline in a paper that would say,
Our Country is in mourning, for...A SOLDIER died today.
Hoo Aah for a Dogface Soldier!
I was once tasked to write up our Church Members who were WW2 vets. We still had several in 2005. We had Enlisted, Officers, Soldiers, Airmen, Sailors, one CB, one Wave, and one MARINE.
One little old man was in a National Guard unit that became part of the 34th ID ( Red Bull ) which STILL holds the record for consecutive days in combat ( 517 ). It served from North Africa's Operation Torch until war's end. He, personally, was overseas for FOUR years and came back a Master Sergeant with solidly striped sleeves. The Red Bull was re-constituted by over 21,000 replacements. Since IDs of that war were usually at a 30,000 man size, that would indicate it was "sebndemated."
We lost the little man I greeted every Sunday by saying "Hello Dogface!" the other day. I did it to watch the little old ladies' look of shock as they thought ( Why is he calling Mr. Don a dog? )
Mr. Don always smiled and replied, "Hello, Semper Fi!" A couple of years ago, he told me he had Prostate cancer , but smiled and said, "I'm 95 so I'd suspect something else will get me before that does." He made it to 97.
I wrote up a little wind up on all our WW2 vets for the Church paper by saying,
" A modern Fighter Pilot who has expended all his ordinance in a combat zone announces 'I am Winchester!' I am declaring this church, as to WW2 Vets, is now "Winchester".
(over this)
JUST A COMMON SOLDIER
(A Soldier Died Today)
by A. Lawrence Vaincourt
He was getting old and paunchy and his hair was falling fast,
And he sat around the Legion, telling stories of the past.
Of a war that he had fought in and the deeds that he had done,
In his exploits with his buddies; they were heroes, every one.
And tho' sometimes, to his neighbors, his tales became a joke,
All his Legion buddies listened, for they knew whereof he spoke.
But we'll hear his tales no longer for old Bill has passed away,
And the world's a little poorer, for a soldier died today.
He will not be mourned by many, just his children and his wife,
For he lived an ordinary and quite uneventful life.
Held a job and raised a family, quietly going his own way,
And the world won't note his passing, though a soldier died today.
When politicians leave this earth, their bodies lie in state,
While thousands note their passing and proclaim that they were great.
Papers tell their whole life stories, from the time that they were young,
But the passing of a soldier goes unnoticed and unsung.
Is the greatest contribution to the welfare of our land
A guy who breaks his promises and cons his fellow man?
Or the ordinary fellow who, in times of war and strife,
Goes off to serve his Country and offers up his life?
A politician's stipend and the style in which he lives
Are sometimes disproportionate to the service that he gives.
While the ordinary soldier, who offered up his all,
Is paid off with a medal and perhaps, a pension small.
It's so easy to forget them for it was so long ago,
That the old Bills of our Country went to battle, but we know
It was not the politicians, with their compromise and ploys,
Who won for us the freedom that our Country now enjoys.
Should you find yourself in danger, with your enemies at hand,
Would you want a politician with his ever-shifting stand?
Or would you prefer a soldier, who has sworn to defend
His home, his kin and Country and would fight until the end?
He was just a common soldier and his ranks are growing thin,
But his presence should remind us we may need his like again.
For when countries are in conflict, then we find the soldier's part
Is to clean up all the troubles that the politicians start.
If we cannot do him honor while he's here to hear the praise,
Then at least let's give him homage at the ending of his days.
Perhaps just a simple headline in a paper that would say,
Our Country is in mourning, for...A SOLDIER died today.
Hoo Aah for a Dogface Soldier!
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During the Italian Renaissance, mercenary armies usually left the field after 10% casualties. It became a military axiom. This is why Santa Anna had 10% of the Texian prisoners executed after the Mier expedition. He thought it meant they would not come back.
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