I need to find a gaming group. Preferably something like D&D, Pathfinder, Call of Cthulhu, or something similar, but I'm open to just about anything. My old group is up in Chilliwack and while I love playing with them, it's a bit too far to drive every other week. I'm looking in the Everett/Seattle/Eastside area.
I know that some gaming stores have notices posted -- any suggestions as to which stores are good for that?
Or alternatively, does anyone know of a group that might be interested in another player? I'm experienced and more or less housebroken.
Radio intercepts by German security services made a priority of tracking clandestine radio transmissions out of Germany and the occupied territories. Because a key is used to tap out Morse code, the apparatus was referred to as a clavier, after the musical instrument. A network of such radios was known as an “orchestra.”
Black Orchestra (Schwarze Kapella): The name given by the Gestapo to an unknown group of conspirators actively resisting policies of the National Socialist party and plotting to overthrow Adolf Hitler.
and also for another great uncle, Roy James Patterson, 73rd Battalion, 5th Regiment, Black Watch (RHR) of Canada, CEF, wounded in the Great War.
and for Joseph Lyons (my side), who made it through the Battle of the Wilderness and out the other side with I company, 64th New York Infantry, Army of the Potomac, and Major (later Colonel) Lucius A. Church (Teresa's side), 3rd Florida Infantry, mustered July 25th, 1861 at Amelia Island, CSA
DULCE ET DECORUM EST
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.
Gas! Gas! Quick, boys! – An ecstasy of fumbling,
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling,
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime . . .
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.
If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie; Dulce et Decorum est
Pro patria mori.
8 October 1917 - March, 1918
Wilfred Owen (who was killed one week before the armistice).
(you can get an explanation of some of the references here).