pictures from the desert war? (1 Viewer)

[panda1gen]

kubelwagon coming over the trestle bridge is checked.......

 

[panda1gen]

An Ausie bren gun team take cover in rocks on the road to Benghazi, winter 1940/41...............

 

[wayne556517]

Great pics mate good to see the AUSSIES get a mention great mate thanks.

 

[fishead19690]

Great shots!!!

 

[panda1gen]

Great pics mate good to see the AUSSIES get a mention great mate thanks.

Too right, do Kiwis in Dingo's also count?

 

[panda1gen]

Great shots!!!

Thanks Tim, you have been posting great stuff yourself.

Not sure if I posted this before.................VC for saving the injured officer in the face of the enemy? Another set that I don;t have, but a joy to photograph against a clear blue English sky.

 

[panda1gen]

Brad - great to see you posting!!!!! Is this your first in the dio thread?

Lenswerk, great to see your posts too, thanks.

Hope more guys will pile in

Anyone else fancy sharing some desert photos? Figarti LRDG.............

 

[The Lt.]

It's nice seeing you featuring all three fronts Kevin as you have been and again with photos that continue to tell the story on their own.....The Lt.

 

[wwiibuff]

Anyone else fancy sharing some desert photos? Figarti LRDG.............

A shot of my Figarti LRDG truck

 

[panda1gen]

A shot of my Figarti LRDG truck

Great stuff, thanks.

 

[wwiibuff]

Here's a couple more. K&C LRDG this time.

 

[panda1gen]

Here's a couple more. K&C LRDG this time.

Nicely done, thanks again.

One from a shoot chez Louis

 

[Louis Badolato]

Nicely done, thanks again.

One from a shoot chez Louis

I hope you get your health squared away soon, my friend, because I lost more than 25 lbs since the last time you saw me to get in shape for "sitting on my butt up and down the stairs all day" at another one of our photo shoots. I have rarely had a better time then those last two visits (although I was "knackered" afterwards (I know, my pronunciation is off, but I'm working on it).

Spencer! Wrong kew!!! (inside joke - I'll let Kevin tell you the story with his wry British sense of humor).

 

[panda1gen]

I hope you get your health squared away soon, my friend, because I lost more than 25 lbs since the last time you saw me to get in shape for "sitting on my butt up and down the stairs all day" at another one of our photo shoots. I have rarely had a better time then those last two visits (although I was "knackered" afterwards (I know, my pronunciation is off, but I'm working on it).

Spencer! Wrong kew!!! (inside joke - I'll let Kevin tell you the story with his wry British sense of humor).

Spencer

It was just before Christmas a few years ago, at the up market supermarket in town. Every aisle seemed crowded, there were queues at every counter for meat, deli, bread etc. I and about a dozen other gentlemen, with a few ladies, were entrusted with buying bread whilst the superior shoppers did the tough stuff with the trolley.

Next to the bread counter was a parallel queue for bacon sandwiches and other ready to eat hot food. There was no sign to delineate the queue, it was just how people had organised themselves. In this queue was a fifty odd year old, well dressed, small, slim, guy with a complexion that suggested a fondness for finest scotch. I was musing over which fresh loaf to buy, when around the corner from the next aisle came a tall, broad, well dressed woman with a formidable countenance. Think of a nearly six foot Hatie Jaques with attitude.

She looked at the layout of the queues before uttering in a perfect upper class English accent, but in a shrill, loud and unbelievably intimidating manner, "Spencer, wrong queue".

Poor Spencer visibly crumpled. The tone, pitch, diction and volume of her voice created a spectracular and immediate impact, as about a dozen guys involuntarily, but in choreographic unison, crossed their legs and looked at their feet like they had never seen them before - me included. Poor Spencer, I immediately understood the complexion.

Since then a new vocabulary entered my family. The man is Spencer. The verb is 'to Spencer' - but only by 'Mrs Spencer'. There are complex verbs, to ride Spencer etc etc. The adjective and adverb álso follow, e.g. spencered.

A good Spencer is an incompetent Spencer. I bet there is not a (married?) guy out there who does not know what is meant by this. Whenever Louis and I meet up, we continue to have a laugh at me, him and the rest of the male population 'being Spencered'. Daily life and observation delivers many examples.

Louis is a guy to be admired and lived up to however, he has a 'nag free zone'. I try to live up to his shining example, to the point where my long suffering wife now refers to me going to Louis - and any other boy's stuff I occasionally get to do - as ''going to Spencer camp" - where guerillas learn to resist repression...............for a while at least.

I hope that you do not sit there like a whipped cur, but have the same spirit of our American cousins like Louis, fighting injustice and repression, as it is said in Hollywood. May you all make it to the right queue, may your cock ups prevent you from being asked the next time and may your zone be nag free. For debate - Toy soldiers may be healthier than fine scotch.

Apologies in advance to anyone called Spencer, it is a great name.

This text, image rights, future spin offs, films and books are all Copyright of Kevin Ellliott

 

[Louis Badolato]

Spencer

Louis is a guy to be admired and lived up to however, he has a 'nag free zone'.

Kevin is referring to one of my finest momments, although, sadly, it was before I was married, when I was dating my lovely wife Meredith. The story goes as follows:

Those of you who have attended the opening dinners of symposia past have been to my club. One day, many moons ago, when I was dating Meredith, I invited her, her mother, her mother's friend Flo (an attractive 60 something Italian Lady) and my friends Rick (a veteran of two tours in Vietnam, one as a Marine, one as an Army Airbourne Ranger, why stayed in the army for a 25 year career, and retired as a master sergeant) and his wife Sue, to my club for a lovely dinner.

During dinner, as we were chatting, Flo said to Meredith something along the lines of "have you started to train Louis yet" (I kid you not). I, while gesturing the shape of a box around me, responded as follows:

"Hold it, hold it. Meredith, Flo, I have to make something very clear. I exist in a nag free zone. Its a portable nag free zone, if someone nags me, it leaves, and I leave with it. Capice."

Meredith, Flo, and her Mom quickly backpeddled, saying it was just a joke, and she wouldn't dream of nagging me, etc.

Meredith has kept her side of the bargain, very rarely nagging me. However, now that I am married with 2 beautiful children, the nag free zone is no longer portable - I am not going anywhere, and I'm sure Meredith realizes that now.

 

[panda1gen]

A couple of real oldies, shame about the photography but I like the sets.........

 

[gi546]

nice panda.

 

[panda1gen]

nice panda.

Thanks................a slightly earlier battle

 

[jazzeum]

Hoping Kevin won't mind.

Two tanks stop to reconnoiter the enemy during a pause in the fighting. A Sherman keeps an eye out on the horizon.

 

[panda1gen]

Hoping Kevin won't mind.

Two tanks stop to reconnoiter the enemy during a pause in the fighting. A Sherman keeps an eye out on the horizon.

Brad

Of course I don't mind, the more the merrier as far as I am concerned. I don't have the Figarti desert Sherman yet, but Clive sent me these - a great piece.