My dog was pawing at what I thought was a wad of dryer lint from the exhaust pipe that exits the house in our garden. When I yelled and she wouldn’t come in, I went out to investigate and found a hole in the ground filled with little baby somethings.
What are these, Tumblr, bunnies or squirrels? There are about four of them in a shallow hole lined with fur. From what I can tell, they’re not that young because the one in the second picture was throwing me some serious side eye contact.
We didn’t know what else to do so I coved them back up with a ball of fur/earth combo my dog pulled off of them.
I’m going to have to run an orphanage for unidentified baby animals my pitbulls tried to eat, aren’t i? Fuck.
I was a name tag wearing guest at the opening ceremonies of the Battleship USS Iowa museum.
25 years ago, a firing exercise turned into the worst peace time Naval disaster in US History.
A visiting admiral was aboard the ship off the coast of Puerto Rico on April 19, 1989. The Navy set out to prove that this outdated and mechanically obsolete fleet of WW2 ships could still be viable. A questionably “authorized” set of firing exercises would soon prove what the ships crew already knew, it was a disaster waiting to happen.
My 24 year old uncle, Clayton Hartwig, was the former center gun captain. He had been excused from gun turret duty because of a pending reassignment to a new duty station in London. His superiors did not inform him of his assignment until that morning, shortly before the firing exercise was scheduled to begin.
Turret 1 fired without incident. Turret 2 did not.
There was a massive implosion killing 47 sailors, including my uncle.
A massive naval cover up followed. They publicly blamed my uncle, who was a last minute replacement, of placing a detonating device in between the powder bags in a murder/suicide plot.
In the aftermath of the explosion, sailors, friends of the men who died, were ordered to throw evidence overboard, including sifting through the bodies to identify their friends.
It was devastating to my family. We knew it wasn’t true and my mother fought the government for over a year to clear his name. An independent investigation of the incident proved that the it occurred due to an accidental over ram of 50 year old powder, literally left over from world war 2.
The Navy finally “apologized” by stating that there was insufficient evidence to prove beyond reasonable doubt that my uncle was to blame. Thanks guys.
I was 13 at the time, still so young to stop believing that bad things would never happen to me.
I rarely place sentimental value on anything and throw things away without a second thought, but I hung on to this outfit in hopes science would figure out how to reverse the aging process and turn my kid into this adorable 2 year old again.