One hell'uva guy! I just received this from a fellow poster, quite a bad-a** himself, and had to share.... The guy's name was Samuel Whittlemore. He was born in 1696 in Charlestown...

slatten49 Loc: Lake Whitney, Texas

I just received this from a fellow poster, quite a bad-a** himself, and had to share....

The guy's name was Samuel Whittlemore.

He was born in 1696 in Charlestown, Massachusetts. He was already pushing 50 when he joined Colonel Jeremiah Moulton’s Third Massachusetts Regiment and fought in King George’s War (1744–1748).
It’s not clear whether he fought in the French and Indian War (1754–1763), but evidence suggests that he did. He would have been 67 years old when he participated in an expedition against Chief Pontiac in 1763. In between wars, he was a peaceful farmer near the present-day town of Arlington, Massachusetts.
Most people’s glory days are long behind them when they become a septuagenarian. But not Samuel Whittlemore. Far from it.

April 19, 1775. Samuel, still hale and hearty even at the ripe old age of 78, was out working in his fields on a beautiful spring day. He looked up and spotted a column of British soldiers returning to Boston after the battles of Lexington and Concord. Samuel had no doubt heard the shots in the distance that morning—American m*****amen sniping at the British from behind trees and rocks and stone walls as they marched.
Now, despite having fought for the British Crown for most of his life, Samuel Whittlemore was a staunch proponent of American independence. He didn’t want his grandchildren to be subject to the whims and unjust laws of a distant king.

So it’s no surprise what he did next.

Samuel threw down his hoe, ran to his house, and grabbed his trusty musket. He flung himself down behind a stone wall and, judging the timing just right, reared up and fired, ambushing the British Grenadiers of the 47th Regiment of Foot single-handedly. He k**led a redcoat with his first shot. The perilous old Samuel jumped up, drew his dueling pistols, and laid waste, k*****g a second redcoat and mortally wounding a third. By that time, the British were upon him. Samuel tossed his pistols in the dirt and drew his sword.

When the dust settled, Samuel Whittlemore had been shot in the face, bayoneted 19 times, and left for dead in a pool of his own blood. Nearby minutemen found him a short while later…not only still alive, but trying to reload.

He was immediately packed off to a doctor, who gravely pronounced that he had no chance of survival. Samuel Mutha-Humpin’ Whittlemore, 100% grade-A prime American badass, not only recovered, but lived another 18 years. He died on February 2, 1793, at the age of 96. Just a month later, George Washington was sworn in for his second term as the President of the United States of America, a country that Samuel Whittlemore had almost died to help create. Samuel holds the distinction of being the oldest man known to have participated in the American Revolutionary War.

They just don’t make ’em like that anymore, people.

P.S. I'm pretty sure ol' Sam had been a USMC reservist.

EL Loc: Massachusetts

slatten49 wrote:

I just received this from a fellow poster, quite a bad-a** himself, and had to share....

The guy's name was Samuel Whittlemore.

He was born in 1696 in Charlestown, Massachusetts. He was already pushing 50 when he joined Colonel Jeremiah Moulton’s Third Massachusetts Regiment and fought in King George’s War (1744–1748).
It’s not clear whether he fought in the French and Indian War (1754–1763), but evidence suggests that he did. He would have been 67 years old when he participated in an expedition against Chief Pontiac in 1763. In between wars, he was a peaceful farmer near the present-day town of Arlington, Massachusetts.
Most people’s glory days are long behind them when they become a septuagenarian. But not Samuel Whittlemore. Far from it.

April 19, 1775. Samuel, still hale and hearty even at the ripe old age of 78, was out working in his fields on a beautiful spring day. He looked up and spotted a column of British soldiers returning to Boston after the battles of Lexington and Concord. Samuel had no doubt heard the shots in the distance that morning—American m*****amen sniping at the British from behind trees and rocks and stone walls as they marched.
Now, despite having fought for the British Crown for most of his life, Samuel Whittlemore was a staunch proponent of American independence. He didn’t want his grandchildren to be subject to the whims and unjust laws of a distant king.

So it’s no surprise what he did next.

Samuel threw down his hoe, ran to his house, and grabbed his trusty musket. He flung himself down behind a stone wall and, judging the timing just right, reared up and fired, ambushing the British Grenadiers of the 47th Regiment of Foot single-handedly. He k**led a redcoat with his first shot. The perilous old Samuel jumped up, drew his dueling pistols, and laid waste, k*****g a second redcoat and mortally wounding a third. By that time, the British were upon him. Samuel tossed his pistols in the dirt and drew his sword.

When the dust settled, Samuel Whittlemore had been shot in the face, bayoneted 19 times, and left for dead in a pool of his own blood. Nearby minutemen found him a short while later…not only still alive, but trying to reload.

He was immediately packed off to a doctor, who gravely pronounced that he had no chance of survival. Samuel Mutha-Humpin’ Whittlemore, 100% grade-A prime American badass, not only recovered, but lived another 18 years. He died on February 2, 1793, at the age of 96. Just a month later, George Washington was sworn in for his second term as the President of the United States of America, a country that Samuel Whittlemore had almost died to help create. Samuel holds the distinction of being the oldest man known to have participated in the American Revolutionary War.

They just don’t make ’em like that anymore, people.

P.S. I'm pretty sure ol' Sam had been a USMC reservist.

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Had to be USMC - Thanks! Hadn't heard of him. Love learning every little thing about our American history. Always thought we had many very brave men back then. They really loved this country. Where'd they all go?

bggamers Loc: georgia

slatten49 wrote:

I just received this from a fellow poster, quite a bad-a** himself, and had to share....

The guy's name was Samuel Whittlemore.

He was born in 1696 in Charlestown, Massachusetts. He was already pushing 50 when he joined Colonel Jeremiah Moulton’s Third Massachusetts Regiment and fought in King George’s War (1744–1748).
It’s not clear whether he fought in the French and Indian War (1754–1763), but evidence suggests that he did. He would have been 67 years old when he participated in an expedition against Chief Pontiac in 1763. In between wars, he was a peaceful farmer near the present-day town of Arlington, Massachusetts.
Most people’s glory days are long behind them when they become a septuagenarian. But not Samuel Whittlemore. Far from it.

April 19, 1775. Samuel, still hale and hearty even at the ripe old age of 78, was out working in his fields on a beautiful spring day. He looked up and spotted a column of British soldiers returning to Boston after the battles of Lexington and Concord. Samuel had no doubt heard the shots in the distance that morning—American m*****amen sniping at the British from behind trees and rocks and stone walls as they marched.
Now, despite having fought for the British Crown for most of his life, Samuel Whittlemore was a staunch proponent of American independence. He didn’t want his grandchildren to be subject to the whims and unjust laws of a distant king.

So it’s no surprise what he did next.

Samuel threw down his hoe, ran to his house, and grabbed his trusty musket. He flung himself down behind a stone wall and, judging the timing just right, reared up and fired, ambushing the British Grenadiers of the 47th Regiment of Foot single-handedly. He k**led a redcoat with his first shot. The perilous old Samuel jumped up, drew his dueling pistols, and laid waste, k*****g a second redcoat and mortally wounding a third. By that time, the British were upon him. Samuel tossed his pistols in the dirt and drew his sword.

When the dust settled, Samuel Whittlemore had been shot in the face, bayoneted 19 times, and left for dead in a pool of his own blood. Nearby minutemen found him a short while later…not only still alive, but trying to reload.

He was immediately packed off to a doctor, who gravely pronounced that he had no chance of survival. Samuel Mutha-Humpin’ Whittlemore, 100% grade-A prime American badass, not only recovered, but lived another 18 years. He died on February 2, 1793, at the age of 96. Just a month later, George Washington was sworn in for his second term as the President of the United States of America, a country that Samuel Whittlemore had almost died to help create. Samuel holds the distinction of being the oldest man known to have participated in the American Revolutionary War.

They just don’t make ’em like that anymore, people.

P.S. I'm pretty sure ol' Sam had been a USMC reservist.

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Thanks for posting your right they don't make them like that anymore. But we can try our best to do what we can for this country that so many have died for dont you think

bahmer

slatten49 wrote:

I just received this from a fellow poster, quite a bad-a** himself, and had to share....

The guy's name was Samuel Whittlemore.

He was born in 1696 in Charlestown, Massachusetts. He was already pushing 50 when he joined Colonel Jeremiah Moulton’s Third Massachusetts Regiment and fought in King George’s War (1744–1748).
It’s not clear whether he fought in the French and Indian War (1754–1763), but evidence suggests that he did. He would have been 67 years old when he participated in an expedition against Chief Pontiac in 1763. In between wars, he was a peaceful farmer near the present-day town of Arlington, Massachusetts.
Most people’s glory days are long behind them when they become a septuagenarian. But not Samuel Whittlemore. Far from it.

April 19, 1775. Samuel, still hale and hearty even at the ripe old age of 78, was out working in his fields on a beautiful spring day. He looked up and spotted a column of British soldiers returning to Boston after the battles of Lexington and Concord. Samuel had no doubt heard the shots in the distance that morning—American m*****amen sniping at the British from behind trees and rocks and stone walls as they marched.
Now, despite having fought for the British Crown for most of his life, Samuel Whittlemore was a staunch proponent of American independence. He didn’t want his grandchildren to be subject to the whims and unjust laws of a distant king.

So it’s no surprise what he did next.

Samuel threw down his hoe, ran to his house, and grabbed his trusty musket. He flung himself down behind a stone wall and, judging the timing just right, reared up and fired, ambushing the British Grenadiers of the 47th Regiment of Foot single-handedly. He k**led a redcoat with his first shot. The perilous old Samuel jumped up, drew his dueling pistols, and laid waste, k*****g a second redcoat and mortally wounding a third. By that time, the British were upon him. Samuel tossed his pistols in the dirt and drew his sword.

When the dust settled, Samuel Whittlemore had been shot in the face, bayoneted 19 times, and left for dead in a pool of his own blood. Nearby minutemen found him a short while later…not only still alive, but trying to reload.

He was immediately packed off to a doctor, who gravely pronounced that he had no chance of survival. Samuel Mutha-Humpin’ Whittlemore, 100% grade-A prime American badass, not only recovered, but lived another 18 years. He died on February 2, 1793, at the age of 96. Just a month later, George Washington was sworn in for his second term as the President of the United States of America, a country that Samuel Whittlemore had almost died to help create. Samuel holds the distinction of being the oldest man known to have participated in the American Revolutionary War.

They just don’t make ’em like that anymore, people.

P.S. I'm pretty sure ol' Sam had been a USMC reservist.

I just received this from a fellow poster, quite a... (show quote)

Methinks that he was a swabbie from the U.S. Navy fist class. More along the lines of badbobby.

badbobby Loc: texas

slatten49 wrote:

I just received this from a fellow poster, quite a bad-a** himself, and had to share....

The guy's name was Samuel Whittlemore.

He was born in 1696 in Charlestown, Massachusetts. He was already pushing 50 when he joined Colonel Jeremiah Moulton’s Third Massachusetts Regiment and fought in King George’s War (1744–1748).
It’s not clear whether he fought in the French and Indian War (1754–1763), but evidence suggests that he did. He would have been 67 years old when he participated in an expedition against Chief Pontiac in 1763. In between wars, he was a peaceful farmer near the present-day town of Arlington, Massachusetts.
Most people’s glory days are long behind them when they become a septuagenarian. But not Samuel Whittlemore. Far from it.

April 19, 1775. Samuel, still hale and hearty even at the ripe old age of 78, was out working in his fields on a beautiful spring day. He looked up and spotted a column of British soldiers returning to Boston after the battles of Lexington and Concord. Samuel had no doubt heard the shots in the distance that morning—American m*****amen sniping at the British from behind trees and rocks and stone walls as they marched.
Now, despite having fought for the British Crown for most of his life, Samuel Whittlemore was a staunch proponent of American independence. He didn’t want his grandchildren to be subject to the whims and unjust laws of a distant king.

So it’s no surprise what he did next.

Samuel threw down his hoe, ran to his house, and grabbed his trusty musket. He flung himself down behind a stone wall and, judging the timing just right, reared up and fired, ambushing the British Grenadiers of the 47th Regiment of Foot single-handedly. He k**led a redcoat with his first shot. The perilous old Samuel jumped up, drew his dueling pistols, and laid waste, k*****g a second redcoat and mortally wounding a third. By that time, the British were upon him. Samuel tossed his pistols in the dirt and drew his sword.

When the dust settled, Samuel Whittlemore had been shot in the face, bayoneted 19 times, and left for dead in a pool of his own blood. Nearby minutemen found him a short while later…not only still alive, but trying to reload.

He was immediately packed off to a doctor, who gravely pronounced that he had no chance of survival. Samuel Mutha-Humpin’ Whittlemore, 100% grade-A prime American badass, not only recovered, but lived another 18 years. He died on February 2, 1793, at the age of 96. Just a month later, George Washington was sworn in for his second term as the President of the United States of America, a country that Samuel Whittlemore had almost died to help create. Samuel holds the distinction of being the oldest man known to have participated in the American Revolutionary War.

They just don’t make ’em like that anymore, people.

P.S. I'm pretty sure ol' Sam had been a USMC reservist.

I just received this from a fellow poster, quite a... (show quote)

moren likely a Navy Seal
but you could be correct
not everyone can get to be a Seal

either way the man was a badass

slatten49 Loc: Lake Whitney, Texas

bahmer wrote:

Methinks that he was a swabbie from the U.S. Navy fist class. More along the lines of badbobby.

BB seems to have hornswaggled you.

padremike Loc: Phenix City, Al

slatten49 wrote:

I just received this from a fellow poster, quite a bad-a** himself, and had to share....

The guy's name was Samuel Whittlemore.

He was born in 1696 in Charlestown, Massachusetts. He was already pushing 50 when he joined Colonel Jeremiah Moulton’s Third Massachusetts Regiment and fought in King George’s War (1744–1748).
It’s not clear whether he fought in the French and Indian War (1754–1763), but evidence suggests that he did. He would have been 67 years old when he participated in an expedition against Chief Pontiac in 1763. In between wars, he was a peaceful farmer near the present-day town of Arlington, Massachusetts.
Most people’s glory days are long behind them when they become a septuagenarian. But not Samuel Whittlemore. Far from it.

April 19, 1775. Samuel, still hale and hearty even at the ripe old age of 78, was out working in his fields on a beautiful spring day. He looked up and spotted a column of British soldiers returning to Boston after the battles of Lexington and Concord. Samuel had no doubt heard the shots in the distance that morning—American m*****amen sniping at the British from behind trees and rocks and stone walls as they marched.
Now, despite having fought for the British Crown for most of his life, Samuel Whittlemore was a staunch proponent of American independence. He didn’t want his grandchildren to be subject to the whims and unjust laws of a distant king.

So it’s no surprise what he did next.

Samuel threw down his hoe, ran to his house, and grabbed his trusty musket. He flung himself down behind a stone wall and, judging the timing just right, reared up and fired, ambushing the British Grenadiers of the 47th Regiment of Foot single-handedly. He k**led a redcoat with his first shot. The perilous old Samuel jumped up, drew his dueling pistols, and laid waste, k*****g a second redcoat and mortally wounding a third. By that time, the British were upon him. Samuel tossed his pistols in the dirt and drew his sword.

When the dust settled, Samuel Whittlemore had been shot in the face, bayoneted 19 times, and left for dead in a pool of his own blood. Nearby minutemen found him a short while later…not only still alive, but trying to reload.

He was immediately packed off to a doctor, who gravely pronounced that he had no chance of survival. Samuel Mutha-Humpin’ Whittlemore, 100% grade-A prime American badass, not only recovered, but lived another 18 years. He died on February 2, 1793, at the age of 96. Just a month later, George Washington was sworn in for his second term as the President of the United States of America, a country that Samuel Whittlemore had almost died to help create. Samuel holds the distinction of being the oldest man known to have participated in the American Revolutionary War.

They just don’t make ’em like that anymore, people.

P.S. I'm pretty sure ol' Sam had been a USMC reservist.

I just received this from a fellow poster, quite a... (show quote)

Great story.

debeda

slatten49 wrote:

I just received this from a fellow poster, quite a bad-a** himself, and had to share....

The guy's name was Samuel Whittlemore.

He was born in 1696 in Charlestown, Massachusetts. He was already pushing 50 when he joined Colonel Jeremiah Moulton’s Third Massachusetts Regiment and fought in King George’s War (1744–1748).
It’s not clear whether he fought in the French and Indian War (1754–1763), but evidence suggests that he did. He would have been 67 years old when he participated in an expedition against Chief Pontiac in 1763. In between wars, he was a peaceful farmer near the present-day town of Arlington, Massachusetts.
Most people’s glory days are long behind them when they become a septuagenarian. But not Samuel Whittlemore. Far from it.

April 19, 1775. Samuel, still hale and hearty even at the ripe old age of 78, was out working in his fields on a beautiful spring day. He looked up and spotted a column of British soldiers returning to Boston after the battles of Lexington and Concord. Samuel had no doubt heard the shots in the distance that morning—American m*****amen sniping at the British from behind trees and rocks and stone walls as they marched.
Now, despite having fought for the British Crown for most of his life, Samuel Whittlemore was a staunch proponent of American independence. He didn’t want his grandchildren to be subject to the whims and unjust laws of a distant king.

So it’s no surprise what he did next.

Samuel threw down his hoe, ran to his house, and grabbed his trusty musket. He flung himself down behind a stone wall and, judging the timing just right, reared up and fired, ambushing the British Grenadiers of the 47th Regiment of Foot single-handedly. He k**led a redcoat with his first shot. The perilous old Samuel jumped up, drew his dueling pistols, and laid waste, k*****g a second redcoat and mortally wounding a third. By that time, the British were upon him. Samuel tossed his pistols in the dirt and drew his sword.

When the dust settled, Samuel Whittlemore had been shot in the face, bayoneted 19 times, and left for dead in a pool of his own blood. Nearby minutemen found him a short while later…not only still alive, but trying to reload.

He was immediately packed off to a doctor, who gravely pronounced that he had no chance of survival. Samuel Mutha-Humpin’ Whittlemore, 100% grade-A prime American badass, not only recovered, but lived another 18 years. He died on February 2, 1793, at the age of 96. Just a month later, George Washington was sworn in for his second term as the President of the United States of America, a country that Samuel Whittlemore had almost died to help create. Samuel holds the distinction of being the oldest man known to have participated in the American Revolutionary War.

They just don’t make ’em like that anymore, people.

P.S. I'm pretty sure ol' Sam had been a USMC reservist.

I just received this from a fellow poster, quite a... (show quote)

DAMN!!!!!!! They dont make many like THAT

debeda

bggamers wrote:

Thanks for posting your right they don't make them... (show quote)

Lt. Rob Polans ret.

slatten49 wrote:

I just received this from a fellow poster, quite a bad-a** himself, and had to share....

The guy's name was Samuel Whittlemore.

He was born in 1696 in Charlestown, Massachusetts. He was already pushing 50 when he joined Colonel Jeremiah Moulton’s Third Massachusetts Regiment and fought in King George’s War (1744–1748).
It’s not clear whether he fought in the French and Indian War (1754–1763), but evidence suggests that he did. He would have been 67 years old when he participated in an expedition against Chief Pontiac in 1763. In between wars, he was a peaceful farmer near the present-day town of Arlington, Massachusetts.
Most people’s glory days are long behind them when they become a septuagenarian. But not Samuel Whittlemore. Far from it.

April 19, 1775. Samuel, still hale and hearty even at the ripe old age of 78, was out working in his fields on a beautiful spring day. He looked up and spotted a column of British soldiers returning to Boston after the battles of Lexington and Concord. Samuel had no doubt heard the shots in the distance that morning—American m*****amen sniping at the British from behind trees and rocks and stone walls as they marched.
Now, despite having fought for the British Crown for most of his life, Samuel Whittlemore was a staunch proponent of American independence. He didn’t want his grandchildren to be subject to the whims and unjust laws of a distant king.

So it’s no surprise what he did next.

Samuel threw down his hoe, ran to his house, and grabbed his trusty musket. He flung himself down behind a stone wall and, judging the timing just right, reared up and fired, ambushing the British Grenadiers of the 47th Regiment of Foot single-handedly. He k**led a redcoat with his first shot. The perilous old Samuel jumped up, drew his dueling pistols, and laid waste, k*****g a second redcoat and mortally wounding a third. By that time, the British were upon him. Samuel tossed his pistols in the dirt and drew his sword.

When the dust settled, Samuel Whittlemore had been shot in the face, bayoneted 19 times, and left for dead in a pool of his own blood. Nearby minutemen found him a short while later…not only still alive, but trying to reload.

He was immediately packed off to a doctor, who gravely pronounced that he had no chance of survival. Samuel Mutha-Humpin’ Whittlemore, 100% grade-A prime American badass, not only recovered, but lived another 18 years. He died on February 2, 1793, at the age of 96. Just a month later, George Washington was sworn in for his second term as the President of the United States of America, a country that Samuel Whittlemore had almost died to help create. Samuel holds the distinction of being the oldest man known to have participated in the American Revolutionary War.

They just don’t make ’em like that anymore, people.

P.S. I'm pretty sure ol' Sam had been a USMC reservist.

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Wow!The kinda guy that can take Mattis' place for me.

bggamers Loc: georgia

Lt. Rob Polans ret. wrote:

Wow!The kinda guy that can take Mattis' place for me.

ouch Mattis is in his cornor with his stuffed toy and coloring books

Canuckus Deploracus Loc: North of the wall

slatten49 wrote:

I just received this from a fellow poster, quite a bad-a** himself, and had to share....

The guy's name was Samuel Whittlemore.

He was born in 1696 in Charlestown, Massachusetts. He was already pushing 50 when he joined Colonel Jeremiah Moulton’s Third Massachusetts Regiment and fought in King George’s War (1744–1748).
It’s not clear whether he fought in the French and Indian War (1754–1763), but evidence suggests that he did. He would have been 67 years old when he participated in an expedition against Chief Pontiac in 1763. In between wars, he was a peaceful farmer near the present-day town of Arlington, Massachusetts.
Most people’s glory days are long behind them when they become a septuagenarian. But not Samuel Whittlemore. Far from it.

April 19, 1775. Samuel, still hale and hearty even at the ripe old age of 78, was out working in his fields on a beautiful spring day. He looked up and spotted a column of British soldiers returning to Boston after the battles of Lexington and Concord. Samuel had no doubt heard the shots in the distance that morning—American m*****amen sniping at the British from behind trees and rocks and stone walls as they marched.
Now, despite having fought for the British Crown for most of his life, Samuel Whittlemore was a staunch proponent of American independence. He didn’t want his grandchildren to be subject to the whims and unjust laws of a distant king.

So it’s no surprise what he did next.

Samuel threw down his hoe, ran to his house, and grabbed his trusty musket. He flung himself down behind a stone wall and, judging the timing just right, reared up and fired, ambushing the British Grenadiers of the 47th Regiment of Foot single-handedly. He k**led a redcoat with his first shot. The perilous old Samuel jumped up, drew his dueling pistols, and laid waste, k*****g a second redcoat and mortally wounding a third. By that time, the British were upon him. Samuel tossed his pistols in the dirt and drew his sword.

When the dust settled, Samuel Whittlemore had been shot in the face, bayoneted 19 times, and left for dead in a pool of his own blood. Nearby minutemen found him a short while later…not only still alive, but trying to reload.

He was immediately packed off to a doctor, who gravely pronounced that he had no chance of survival. Samuel Mutha-Humpin’ Whittlemore, 100% grade-A prime American badass, not only recovered, but lived another 18 years. He died on February 2, 1793, at the age of 96. Just a month later, George Washington was sworn in for his second term as the President of the United States of America, a country that Samuel Whittlemore had almost died to help create. Samuel holds the distinction of being the oldest man known to have participated in the American Revolutionary War.

They just don’t make ’em like that anymore, people.

P.S. I'm pretty sure ol' Sam had been a USMC reservist.

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Ok... I'm humbled....

This fellow is awesome

Wonder how he'd v**e these days

slatten49 Loc: Lake Whitney, Texas

Canuckus Deploracus wrote:

Ok... I'm humbled....

This fellow is awesome

Wonder how he'd v**e these days

Absentee b****t.

slatten49 Loc: Lake Whitney, Texas

bggamers wrote:

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Trust me on this: MadDog remains a Devil-Dog Marine and true Patriot.

bggamers Loc: georgia

slatten49 wrote:

Trust me on this: MadDog remains a Devil-Dog Marine and true Patriot.

Im sure