Memorial Day

Every Memorial Day I go to the cemetery for the Veteran’s remembrance.  And they usually have some sort of military re-enactors there.

These troops were sent out west, even to here in Colorado after the Civil War, to fight Indians and such-like.  This group finally collected enough money to put up a commemorative plaque in Memorial Park nearby to recognize service of these troops.

WWII is popular for re-enactors, possibly because the uniforms are so stylish.  (One can frequently see regular, current Army uniforms around town).  My question was why they had the netting on the helmets, and they answered that it was so that troops could put leaves and twigs or whatever in for camouflage.

There were displays of the sorts of things that soldiers might carry around.

The MRE’s of their day, these packages contained a tin of something and a side of crackers, and this food was made to last forever.  One might need a smoke after that.

A nephew has just gone to Afghanistan and I am going to send him a package of useful items (granola bars and jerky, the K-rations of today).  Another nephew (who has been to Iraq twice) recommended “Anti-monkey butt powder” as a useful and superior product to foot powder.  As it turns out this is a real product, so I have bought some to put in the package. 😉

The map of Marburg was interesting to me because that is the hometown of my late mother-in-law.  She was a teenager during the war.  And after the war she married M’s father (a soldier) and came to America, so a big thank you from me to the US Army.

Pterodactyl About Town, pt.2

No ordinary pterodactyl, this one turns up in the swankiest places, like today’s political event, held at the estate of a late city father.

Nice fountain.   Pteri scared it into just dribbling.

Although I will admit that the Buddhist statue guarding the entry way seems to be singularly unimpressed by the sight of a pterodactyl.  Perhaps this happens all the time.

This is more like it:  attacking the stone decorations.

It was a political event, so there must be flags.

And every politician knows the real secret to getting people to turn out for an event is to provide some food.  Nom nom, delicious catered food.  It’s the standard fare of a picnic, baked beans, potato salad, hamburgers and brownies.   To bad that it wasn’t the weather for a picnic, it started to rain, so off we went.

Pterodactyl about town

What is a young pterodactyl to do when exploring a new town?   Why go out and about and see the sights.

Enjoying the local cuisine in a popular restaurant.  Nom, nom.  It’s so delicious.

Or perhaps going for a bit of al fresco dining.   Watch out, those chilis are hot!

This antique curiosity was what the ancients once used to communicate with distant family and friends.  It’s abandoned now but it’s a great place to launch a surprise attack.

Enjoying a bit of the local color and blending right in.

All this running around is thirsty work, but there are a number of watering holes to cool off at.

There was just time for a quick photobomb before heading home, the city is full of such interesting places, he must visit again soon.