Tuesday, March 29, 2016

AUSTRIAN M1842 SWORD SOCKET BAYONET

AUSTRIAN M1842 SWORD SOCKET BAYONET 
“Augustin Kammerbuchse Bayonet” 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ocNbuC7tm0U
Type: Austrian M1842 sword socket bayonet.
Armory marks on top of blade near socket

The side of the shank has regimental stamping:
HG 3.12  and a 4 star pattern on trop of the blade near socket.
Bayonet Maker Country: Germany for Austria then exported to CSA.
Use Example: The CSA 17th South Carolina had their eight center companies
armed with percussion converted Brown Bess muskets.
The socket is 4 ¼ inches in length.
The muzzle ring is about 23 mm in diameter re-configured to fit.
Locking ring is missing and this was my haggle point,
which I haggled down for it.
Blade Length: 23.5 inches
Overall Length: 28.5 inches
Scabbard: Leather but in this case missing.
This is an extremely rare bayonet other than missing Locking Ring.
It is in Great Shape – Straight and True.
Posted by,
Sir Richard
The Bayohunter
http://www.bayo-hunter.com/
 
 

Tuesday, March 22, 2016

A 28 YEAR CONVERSATION BY SIR RICHARD

A 28 YEAR CONVERSATION BY SIR RICHARD
Joyce and I were best friends for 28 years. We both worked at the same place and lived together for 21 years. We were married for 19. We spoke on any and every topic, sometimes not agreeing but most of the time we could finish a sentence the other one started. We were partners and as I helped her she helped me and would often laugh so hard we would occasionally pee ourselves. Now I have my dog Lily Beth, GOD and counting flowers on the wall. I have daughters, but I am not a Ken doll I am a Dad. I have Good Friends but they have their own lives. I have Appointments with Medical People for an hour once every 3 months but still no Joyce, just silence an again flowers to count on walls. I tell U the truth it is like solidarity confinement & truthfully really, (now think really hard), there are NO do overs, so what would U do?
Posted by,
Sir Richard...

#TEDCRUZ

#TEDCRUZ IMO this Apostate one day may have the keys 2 the holy Nuclear Codes...
A Thought
by Sir Richard...

Monday, March 21, 2016

I AM SO BLOODY ALONE

I AM SO BLOODY ALONE.
There are kind people working hard to assist me and I thank GOD for each and every one of them, every day.
Yet, I have no one to talk to on a daily basis who can converse back with me.
Daily, I pray to GOD but He’s far too keen on where and how and yet has never been very much about the why?
Then my friend Edward who also has Cancer dies, Lucy Dog dies, other friends do not know what to say and they just drift away…
For the ones who do know, they have nothing more to say and I feel helpless once again.
Another night of restless nightmarish sleep, I wake up drenched in sweat, scared, paranoid, again and again...
I just want to crawl up into a ball, into/under a blanket, under a rock cause Joyce you’re still missing.
Once upon a time I could help others but cannot help myself now too, for Joyce I am still missing you...
The LTD takes 1/3rd of my income away as I made a mistake, an error, cause there is too dam much on my plate!
They say I make too much money and poverty is where you shall stay!
Will I lose my home, how do I take care of Lily Dog, how do I keep food on my plate?
Tears always seem to be formed around the edges of my eyes.
The pain in my body gets worse and worse with each passing day.
Praying to GOD to take me home and make this all go away. People tell me that this will pass, or to not worry but they are not living in my body anyway…
I am scared to go out of these doors that open for free, from all the LOVE that once was in this house.
An empty silent home from what it used to be.
I am so bloody alone and there is no purpose in my life, here for me…
Both by Richard Abbenbroek...

Wednesday, March 16, 2016

#IWillProtectYou

 
#IWillProtectYou
U.S. Military Vows To Protect Muslim Americans
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0_fGzg7GKbs
Posted by,

Richard
THE REASON SOLDIERS FIGHT FOR THEIR COUNTRY. IS TO PROTECT THEIR CITIZENS NOT HURT THEM LIKE "il duce trump" AND HIS LIKE...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tc_LsaHi6Qg 

Friday, March 11, 2016

SIR RICHARD’S LOVE LIVES ON…

SIR RICHARD’S LOVE LIVES ON…
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1gnykOaFL6g
In the beginning the first three of four had left him lost and broken like no other had done before.
Now at 61 his heart was just a token of the pain it had endured,
all his memories were clouded with all the hurtful things, all but one had said.
Yes, for all intent and purpose today he might just as well have been dead.

Yet some people claim they still hear him call her name.
"Hey, Sandy" and people swear they hear it just that plain.
Deep in the night, oh and sometimes right at dawn.
See, his body died some years ago but around here,
Sir Richards Love lives on…


He seemed far away and distant with that cold and silent stare.
Never moving, never speaking and just barely breathing air.
No one really knew the reasons and who can judge them right or wrong?
The only true and solemn fact is that this man we'd known, was now all but gone.


Yet some people claim they still hear him call her name.
"Hey, Kathy" and people swear they hear it just that plain.
Deep in the night, oh and sometimes right at dawn.
See, his body died some years ago but around here,
Sir Richards Love lives on…


Mike Thompson said he'd seen him late that night on the way in his mind to Shelby’s home.
About a mile from there is where they found him; it seems he'd died out in the snow.
Yet I heard the pastor at his service say, "From earthly Love he's now finally free".
But says his Love; it knows no year or season, as it haunts the soul for all eternity…


Yet some people claim they still hear him call her name.
"Hey, Lin" and people swear they hear it just that plain.
Deep in the night, oh and sometimes right at dawn.
See, his body died some years ago but around here,
Sir Richards Love lives on…


Yet some people claim they still hear him call her name.
"Hey, Joyce" and people swear they hear it just that plain.
Deep in the night, oh, and sometimes right at dawn.
See, his body died some years ago but around here,
Sir Richards Love lives on…


For when you are young there are do-overs but not when you finally become old.
This is why Sir Richards Love still lives on…
 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z2Wg5Z-yAgQ
Posted by
Sir Richard…
 
http://bayo-hunter.blogspot.ca/

Wednesday, March 9, 2016

WHAT I MISS MOST?

WHAT I MISS MOST?
I know most of U do not care but these are thoughts that I must share.
For 28 years Joyce was my Best Friend Ever, for 21 years she was my Constant,
Companion whom I Worked with; Lived with and Slept with 24/7.
Nineteen of the 21 years Joyce was my Wife, Companion, Partner and yes;
as I am not a Ken doll, Joyce and I were the Best of Lovers…
Rip this all away and then throw me into Solitary Confinement, where I now live except for our puppy, we are but all alone.
Within our house that we once called home and in my heart there lies now only a void.
For the absence through my strained all day listening for Joyce’s voice…
Joyce’s Council, Opinions, Thoughts and yes the Laughter from within Her Heart.
Every night watching Joyce sleep, her every breath, her beautiful curves and the lines along her back.
The tenderness of her touch and her somewhere nearby presence now long past.
Yes this Solitary Confinement, for me a lifelong sentence with no chance of parole.
Whereas as I lay down each and every night.
My dreams are about our Good Times and Joyce’s life’s light.
In this Solitary Confinement, a two sided life’s conversation now has become one.
As as seconds tick by I now do my time, within this now empty cell.
For now you all know “WHAT I MISS MOST”, is that I am so freaking alone…
By Richard
Word and Photo.

Tuesday, March 1, 2016

PLAGIARIZED MENTAL ANGUISH OF A CRAZY MAN

PLAGIARIZED MENTAL ANGUISH OF A CRAZY MAN

YOUNG LADY: Stay away from me!

CRAZY MAN: I can assure you that I mean you no harm.

YOUNG LADY: Who are you?

CRAZY MAN: Who? Who is but the form…following the function of “what” and what I am… is a Crazy Man.

YOUNG LADY: Well I can see that.

CRAZY MAN: Of course you can. I’m not questioning… your powers of observation, I’m merely remarking on the paradox… of asking a crazy man… who he is.

YOUNG LADY: Oh…right.

CRAZY MAN: But on this most auspicious of nights, permit me then, in lieu of the more commonplace soubriquet, to suggest the character…of this dramatis persona.
Voila! In view a humble vaudevillian veteran cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation, of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified…and has vowed to vanquish…these venal and virulent…vermin van-guarding vice…and vouchsafing… the violently vicious…and veracious violation…of violations!
The only verdict is vengeance…a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such… shall one day vindicate…the vigilant…and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage…veers most verbose, so let me simply add…that it is my very good honor to meet you…and you may call me "THE CRAZY MAN ".

YOUNG LADY: So you are, like a crazy person?

CRAZY MAN: I’m quite sure they will all say so but to whom I might ask am I speaking?

YOUNG LADY: That’s actually none of your business.

CRAZY MAN: None? None of my Business well of course, what else would one tell a Crazy Man…

Plagiarized by Sir Richard...Photo by Richard

And sent to you all with LOVE and to all, I Pray that heaven will allow!

IN FREEDOM FROM A WHITE ROSE.