Kabul. A military helicopter crashed in eastern Afghanistan, killing 31 U.S special operation troops and seven Afghan commandos, the country's president said Saturday. An American official said it was apparently shot down, in the deadliest single incident for American forces in the decade-long war.

The Taliban claimed they downed the helicopter with rocket fire while it was taking part in a raid on a house where insurgents were gathered in the province of Wardak late Friday. It said wreckage of the craft was strewn at the scene.

NATO confirmed the overnight crash took place and that there "was enemy activity in the area."

It's horrible here ..I feel like running back home ..I wish i can be with you.

I will be with you very soon..Next month is closer.Keep praying for me my beloved.

I was kinda busy all day i could have Emailed you back.Yes it wasn't because of the Taliban's  attack

i was called..it's related to it.Keep prayer for me and your prayers are answered../ L L

  IF you can keep your head when all about you

Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,

If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,

But make allowance for their doubting too;

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,

Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,

Or being hated, don't give way to hating,

And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;

If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;

If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster

And treat those two impostors just the same;

If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken

Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,

Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,

And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings

And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,

And lose, and start again at your beginnings

And never breathe a word about your loss;

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew

To serve your turn long after they are gone,

And so hold on when there is nothing in you

Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, '

Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,

if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,

If all men count with you, but none too much;

If you can fill the unforgiving minute

With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,

Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,

And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!

*poem written in 1895 by British Nobel laureate Rudyard Kipling

... bor mellan-dotter Astrid med familj och dit ilade Yours Truly undan det annalkande regnet... För vad kan vara mysigare än att sitta i  familjen Hellgrens trevliga kök tillsammans med Astrid och Jocke och deras tvillingar Eric och Daniel... blev en prolongerad frukost som smidigt övergick i kaffe...och mycket prat och skratt...   Eric meddelade dock en personlig besvikelse; mormor hade inte med något skojigt djur, speciellt katt... sa den diplomatiskt begåvade 10-åringen. Så nästa gång får Mandy medföras - är det utlovat...

... kan man också se ut!

  Förmodligen hände något kuligt mellan de här två bilderna... Vilken tur! Så dan slutar i dur...

  Senaste halvårets plågsamheter har åtminstone haft det goda med sig att man magrar... vilket är bra... Då blir man rörlig, morgonpigg & rask - samt på hugget...  Liknar snart, som av en tillfällighet(?), Nemesis den hämnande rättvisegudinnan,som straffade människorna för övernod, hybris.... Nemesis är hård men rättvis, och ser till alla tings mått. Precis! Hänger mig åt ljuva tankar, med anledning av de nyfunna musklerna - My Eyes Have Seen The Glory of The Coming of The Lord - talar då inte nödvändigtvis om mina egna *LoL* på att använda delar därav i just detta syfte... att få rättvisa prövad. Iaf kul att tänka på...

  Här kom en sommarhälsning från pappa Niilo - Multich Fennican Ivanilos - till sina valpar där i Sverige, däribland min älskade Rasmus. Tack uppfödare Inga i Finland för den stämningsfulla bilden, tagen i juni av Halla Seppälä.

Sjung om Fru Svenssons lyckliga karl

Låt honom plöja i ungdomens fåror

Fem gamla hjärtan i sprit har jag

Å en ljus elefant i ett snår

Inga stoppar den i vårat linneskåp

Loppor tär vår vän som idisslar en sko

när vi snyta en rund liten hund

Där den här lilla bagaren bor

Där den härliga bagaren bor

Hur sa?

Text av Povel Ramel

 The World´s Most Dangerous Basket... In Favorite Role played Con Amore...

The way I feel,

when I'm with you,

I forget my troubles,

like there's just us two.

You make my heart,

beat fast and strong,

and you make me feel,

that I truly belong.

You fill the gaps,

inside my heart,

like I've finally found,

my missing part.

I sink in your eyes,

I'm warmed by your smile,

and the world is perfect,

just for a while.

You make life better,

than it used to be.

You are the sugar,

in my cup of tea.

Whenever you need me,

I'll always be there.

I'll be there to talk to,

I'll be there to care.

Because for you,

I would do anything... / L L