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Disabled Air Force Veteran, Clay Luthy, was having a difficult time finding a job. The reason he was having a hard time was because he needed to be accompanied by his service dog, Charlotte. Luthy went for a job interview in Lowe’s and when he arrived, he brought Charlotte along with him. Two weeks later, Lowe’s offered him the job and Charlotte accompanies him daily.

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Soldiers’ Angels
“Their courage cannot be matched. Their Loyalty to Protect our Country is amazing. They fight to protect the Freedom of Americans they have never met. Many have fallen along this journey; they are the Heroes that are engraved in my soul. It is in pure humility that I salute them.” ~Derek Clark

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The Royal Dutch Guide Dog Foundation (KNGF) Commercial for Veteran Dogs

Muncie Evening Press, Indiana, January 19, 1922  

The effect on the sausage market of the slang expression is serious..

Returning soldiers revived the almost forgotten bit of slang and the public once more began to speak of “wienies” as “dogs.” The effect was instantaneous, Russell says, and sensitive people found themselves unable to eat sausages. 

As the phrase grew in popularity, sausages lost caste. Now only the hardened buy them.

Today (06.06.17) marks the 73rd anniversary of Operation Overlord, the Allied invasion of Normandy.
On June 6, 1944, more than 160,000 Allied troops landed along a 50-mile stretch of heavily-fortified French coastline, to fight Nazi Germany on the beaches of Normandy, France. Gen. Dwight D. Eisenhower called the operation a crusade in which, “we will accept nothing less than full victory.” More than 5,000 Ships and 13,000 aircraft supported the D-Day invasion, and by day’s end, the Allies gained a foot-hold in Continental Europe. The cost in lives on D-Day was high. More than 9,000 Allied Soldiers were killed or wounded, but their sacrifice allowed more than 100,000 Soldiers to begin the slow, hard slog across Europe, to defeat Adolf Hitler’s crack troops.

A boxed Devil Dog:
Off the shores of Guam, Coast Guardsmen and Marines handle a “Devil Dog” with care as they transfer the war dog from a Coast Guard landing barge to an LVT. He is boxed because he is trained for battle and apt to go after any and all but his own handler. 1944
(USCG Photo)

anonymous asked:

one time my language teacher brought her veteran husband (+her dog) to class to so he can tell us war stories. dog ended up running around classroom peeing everywhere, my teacher was shouting at her husband for no reason and he looked like he was gonna cry and our principal just stepped into classroom, look at surroundings and just left the classroom with the most confused face. for some reason I still think about that day.

i’m the dog

One-Handed Shelby

I will let this piece speak for itself

Remember the handicapped shiba I drew? 

http://bassclarineko.tumblr.com/post/159066287715/untitled-something-different

His name is Shelbourne (Shelby) Davidson.

He lives on a piece of farmland inherited from his late grandfather and is a veteran from the Armed Forces.

Part of his right arm was taken from explosion from the war. However, he had learned to adjust to doing everything with his left hand.

Although most people mistake him for a dumb hick from the boondocks. Shelby is actually very educated with a Bachelors’ in Agricultural Engineering and Literature. (He tries to write in his spare time).

Shelby doesn’t know where his sexuality lies but at the same time he does’nt hide the fact that he may be bi-curious. After all, it if feels good, what business is it of anyone’s?

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Casper & Mocha, Lab/Golden Retriever cross & Labrador Retriever (1 y/o), Enfield Correctional Institution, Enfield, CT • Inmates raise puppies from @americasvetdogs to become assistance dogs for disabled veterans • “We train the dogs to ‘heel’ and 'follow’ a wheelchair, but these dogs are also taking the focus off of the person that’s disabled. Instead of the person with the disability, they become the person with the cool dog, and that is far more valuable than any command the dog can learn.”

Travelin’ Soldier Part 6

Summary: Reader is currently deployed in the army to an undisclosed combat area. She has been deployed for nearly two years. Anxiously awaiting her return is her husband and brother as they film for Supernatural. Letter comes informing the family that she may not be heard from for awhile and soon devastating news comes. In italic bold in the story is lyrics.

Characters: husband!Jensen x reader, Jared x Reader (twins), Dr. Maria Halstead (OC), Dr. Will Harold (OC), Dr. Jason Xavier, Nurse Kelly and Sasha
Words: 2078

Disclaimer: I do not own the title of the song Travelin’ Soldier by the Dixie Chicks at all even with the minor change of lyrics to fit the story. I simply thought it could be a little fighting. Not hate towards Danneel either, as this is simply fiction and not real. I do not own any songs, images or gifs in this either.

Warnings: Possible swearing, memory of torture, angst, FLUFF, hospital, mention of death and injuries.

Author: Caitsy

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A/N: The long awaited part 6! Guys there’s a lot of fluff! I was going to not do what I did to end it but JENSEN IS IN THE SAME BUILDING AS Y/N!

Also thanks for the lovely comments that made tear up and laugh so hard! I’ll try and do this again but below are the lovely fans that said something about part 5! Follow them!
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*Two weeks later*

Your eyes fluttered open to see the bright lights in the white room. You were in more pain than you ever remembered. The cuts were painful and you knew your body was littered in a rainbow of bruises. You saw a nurse with mocha skin humming as she fixed flowers in a vase before she returned to see you panicking. You had noticed the tube going into your throat that was now gagging you.

“Sh, calm down.” The nurses soothed, “I’ll call for the doctor and we can removed this.”

“H-hmph!” You choked.

“I’m Katherine.” The gorgeous nurse smiled as she pushed some hair off your forehead, “We’ve been waiting for you to wake up.”

The next half hour was tense and fast paced as you gulped water down still feeling the tube being removed. Everything hurt and you couldn’t remember the last few seconds in that building.

“Mrs. Ac-“

“Private Y/N Ackles.” You whispered closing your eyes tight, “Actually can you just call me Y/N…I do…I can’t.”

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His Winter Comrade [BuckyxReader]

Summary: What happens when a veteran loses his service dog in the woods?

Pairings: Bucky x reader

Warnings: Angst? Language, probably (definitely), talk of PTSD, panic attacks, combat triggers, the loss of loved ones is mentioned.

Word Count: 2.055

A/N: Ok. I don’t know what’s going on that my writing feels so laboured lately. Oh wait. That’s a lie. It’s the constant barrage of “are you ready for Father’s Day? Stressed about what to get dad?” No, no I’m not. My dad’s fucking dead, so let’s forget this day exists, yeah? He hated it anyway.

Anyway. I’m a moody, angsty bitch, and likely will be until after Father’s Day. Maybe you can look forward to better writing then? Until then, though, this is the best you’re gonna get.

This one is for Kait’s (@bionic-buckyb) 5k AU Writing Challenge. It was gonna be fluff, but instead it’s…whatever this is. I’m sorry. I really feel like I’m letting everyone down.


Originally posted by one-cold-day


Shit! Shitshitshitshit, shit! Jesus fuck, Zima, how many times have we walked this trail, you little fuck? Dozens! Hundreds! Why the fuck did you take off this time you dumb, fucking mutt? Where are you? Shit, shitshitshitshit, shiiiiiit.

Bucky couldn’t believe his black retriever just took off like that. The dog always strolled along right beside him. Always. Yet here Bucky was, carefully picking his way down a long-abandoned path he last saw his dog dart down. Every so often, Bucky would call out for Zima, his exquisitely trained, unbelievably obedient dog, hoping he’d see the beast bounding toward him. But he didn’t. The longer Bucky went without seeing Zima, the more Bucky began to worry that he had well and truly lost his dog.

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On February 23, 1945 (72 years ago today) a 40-man patrol of U.S. Marines, not knowing if they would reach the top or not, summited the 545-foot extinct, volcano of Mount Suribachi and raised the first American flag over Japanese soil. Later, a second Marine patrol reached the top and raised a second, larger flag so the entire island could see the stars and stripes waving in the wind. Secretary of the Navy, James Forrestal, who witnessed the flag raising said, “The raising of that flag on Suribachi means a Marine Corps for the next five hundred years.”

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U.S. Marine machine gunner Corporal Leonard Hayworth, 22 years old, weeps upon realizing that he and his men, who have taken heavy casualties, are out of ammunition. “His eyes swung searchingly along the edge of the ridge, then up into the rainy sky. Slow, heavy tears started down across his face.”

When it seemed that … machine-gunner Cpl Hayworth was shattered beyond all hope, a black-jawed, smiling old veteran crawled over … Sitting shoulder to shoulder with the younger man, he calmly told him how they were still holding the line … The grimy old veteran talked a feeble smile back upon the face of the corporal. Tears still streaked his face up under his helmet where the rain could not wash them away, but the Old Marine seemed not to notice. Korea, August 1950.“ (This Is War!)

Weeks after taking this picture, while still in Korea, David Douglas Duncan handed Hayworth a copy of the September 18, 1950, issue of LIFE in which the above photo appeared. “Hayworth looked at this huge picture of himself, in the biggest photo magazine in the world,” Duncan recalls. “He didn’t say anything. He just smiled. He looked like Errol Flynn, about 6-foot-3, a tall, handsome Marine. And no one’s saying anything, looking at this picture of him, crying, and an old sergeant behind him says, ‘We all cry sometimes.’ The next day, September 25th – the three-month anniversary of the start of the war – a sniper shot Corporal Hayworth between the eyes.”
Photo: David Douglas Duncan/LIFE