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Offline slowcutter

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Two Stories
« on: May 14, 2013, 09:46:11 am »
Very good stories.

STORY NUMBER ONE

 

Many years ago, Al Capone virtually owned  Chicago. Capone wasn't famous for anything heroic. He was notorious for  enmeshing the windy city in everything from bootlegged booze and prostitution to  murder.

 

Capone had a lawyer nicknamed "Easy Eddie." He was Capone's  lawyer for a goodreason. Eddie was very good! In fact, Eddie's skill at legal  maneuvering kept Big Al out of jail for a long time..

To show his  appreciation, Capone paid him very well. Not only was the money big, but Eddie  got special dividends, as well. For instance, he and his family occupied a  fenced-in mansion with live-in help and all of the conveniences of the day. The  estate was so large that it filled an entire Chicago City block.

Eddie  lived the high life of the Chicago mob and gave little consideration to the  atrocity that went on around him.

Eddie did have one soft spot, however.  He had a son that he loved dearly. Eddie saw to it that his young son had  clothes, cars, and a good education. Nothing was withheld. Price was no  object..

And, despite his involvement with organized crime, Eddie even  tried to teach him right from wrong. Eddie wanted his son to be a better man  than he was.

Yet, with all his wealth and influence, there were two  things he couldn't give his son; he couldn't pass on a good name or a good  example.

One day, Easy Eddie reached a difficult decision. Easy Eddie  wanted to rectify wrongs he had done.

He decided he would go to the  authorities and tell the truth about Al "Scarface" Capone, clean up his  tarnished name, and offer his son some semblance of integrity. To do this, he  would have to testify against The Mob, and he knew that the cost would be great.  So, he testified.

Within the year, Easy Eddie's life ended in a blaze of  gunfire on a lonely Chicago Street ... But in his eyes, he had given his son the  greatest gift he had to offer, at the greatest price he could ever pay. Police  removed from his pockets a rosary, a crucifix, a religious medallion, and a poem  clipped from a magazine.

The poem read:

"The clock of life is wound  but once, and no man has the power to tell just when the hands will stop, at  late or early hour. Now is the only time you own. Live, love, toil with a will.  Place no faith in time. For the clock may soon be still."

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STORY NUMBER TWO

World War II produced many heroes. One such man  was Lieutenant Commander Butch O'Hare.

He was a fighter pilot assigned to  the aircraft carrier Lexington in the South Pacific.

One day his entire  squadron was sent on a mission. After he was airborne, he looked at his fuel  gauge and realized that someone had forgotten to top off his fuel  tank.

He would not have enough fuel to complete his mission and get back  to his ship.

His flight leader told him to return to the carrier.  Reluctantly, he dropped out of formation and headed back to the fleet.

As  he was returning to the mother ship, he saw something that turned his blood  cold; a squadron of Japanese aircraft was speeding its way toward the American  fleet.

The American fighters were gone on a sortie, and the fleet was all  but defenseless. He couldn't reach his squadron and bring them back in time to  save the fleet. Nor could he warn the fleet of the approaching danger. There was  only one thing to do. He must somehow divert them from the fleet.

Laying  aside all thoughts of personal safety, he dove into the formation of Japanese  planes. Wing-mounted 50 caliber's blazed as he charged in, attacking one  surprised enemy plane and then another. Butch wove in and out of the now broken  formation and fired at as many planes as possible until all his ammunition was  finally spent.

Undaunted, he continued the assault. He dove at the  planes, trying to clip a wing or tail in hopes of damaging as many enemy planes  as possible, rendering them unfit to fly.

Finally, the exasperated  Japanese squadron took off in another direction

Deeply relieved, Butch  O'Hare and his tattered fighter limped back to the carrier.

Upon arrival,  he reported in and related the event surrounding his return. The film from the  gun-camera mounted on his plane told the tale. It showed the extent of Butch's  daring attempt to protect his fleet. He had, in fact, destroyed five enemy  aircraft

This took place on February 20, 1942 , and for that action Butch  became the Navy's first Ace of W.W.II, and the first Naval Aviator to win the  Medal of Honor.

A year later Butch was killed in aerial combat at the age  of 29. His home town would not allow the memory of this WW II hero to fade, and  today, O'Hare  Airport in Chicago is named in tribute to the courage of this  great man.

So, the next time you find yourself at O'Hare International,  give some thought to visiting Butch's memorial displaying his statue and his  Medal of Honor. It's located between Terminals 1 and 2.

 

SO WHAT DO THESE TWO STORIES  HAVE TO DO WITH EACH OTHER?



 

Butch O'Hare was  "Easy Eddie's" son.

 

(Pretty cool,  eh)

 
JP

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Re: Two Stories
« Reply #1 on: May 16, 2013, 11:41:32 am »
Very cool

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Re: Two Stories
« Reply #2 on: May 17, 2013, 03:01:59 am »
Cool.   

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