Happy Independence Day to all

[rraju2805]

Thanx for d awesome video....
I saw this video many times but when i see this , i feel something..
i can't spell it..

[xl_target]

Raju,
Sorry to say that I haven't been to Kolkata since 1981. I often think of the Rossogolla and Misti Doi and my grandmothers Sorse Batar Mach.

Prashant and Timmy,
Thanks for the video.
Actually it kind of reminds me of Minnesota in the winter.
I had a friend who insisted on squirrel hunting in January. According to him, all the diseased squirrels would be dead by then and we were assured of healthy squirrels. I enjoyed his company so I didn't really care if it was true or not. We would go out in the early morning in those -20 below days with the wind blowing the snow around like that. As long as the sun was out, we would find squirrels. We would hunt for several hours, till at the end of the day (short days in the winter) I would say "Jerry, I cant feel my feet anymore" and then we would go indoors. He passed away a year or two ago and I do miss him from time to time.

[timmy]

XL, your story reminds me of one, and it certainly does make me think of the sacrifice of soldiers, so I'd like to tell it here. I hope it doesn't detract from the tone of this thread:

I was with my Dad and his rancher friend Bill, in Montana. We were talking about cold feet and Bill began to tell of some Easterners that he'd taken up into the mountains hunting one fall. (Fall hunting in Montana generally means snow in the mountains.) Anyway, Bill told of how, when they got back to their hunting cabin and the end of the day, a fire had been built in the stove and all of them but one took their shoes and socks off to warm their feet, which had gotten wet and cold during the day.

Bill told how one fellow went about his business, shoes on and all, without any apparent discomfort from cold, wet feet.

Later on in the evening, the fellow did decide to take his shoes off. Bill, with amazement, told how surprised he was to see that this man had artificial feet. He said that they all asked the man about this, because he showed no impediment to walking or any other activity -- he had done everything everyone else had done. Upon being asked, the man told how he had lost his feet in a land mine explosion during WW2.

My Dad got somewhat quiet, and responded with a story of his own. He talked about a man in his outfit who, for some reason, had gone into a mined area. (I wish now I could remember the details of this story, but I cannot.) Suddenly, a mine went off and the man was sitting on the ground. Dad said he reached out and picked up his feet and set them beside himself, and then opened the flap to his holster and pulled out his .45 and put it to his head.

Dad said they were all yelling at this man, telling him to wait and they would clear a path to him and get him, but the man went ahead and shot himself.

Dad told Bill, "Your story just made me think about how that man could have been fitted for the same kind of feet and lived a normal life, rather than despairing and taking his life.

Whether living or paying the ultimate price, some of us simply cannot imagine the price that those in combat have paid for us. If you could have been there and heard my Dad tell this story, you would know that this is true. It's a very somber thing to contemplate, that sacrifice some have made.

[rraju2805]

Raju,
Sorry to say that I haven't been to Kolkata since 1981. I often think of the Rossogolla and Misti Doi and my grandmothers Sorse Batar Mach.

sir , anyone can't forget these dishes ..
I love those very much...