PS- be a man, get airborne in your contract. ;)
Tuna, you ever done night jumps?
A few. My fifth and final jump at jump school was a night jump- my foot got caught up in the rucksack, I landed with my legs apart and broke my right leg in 5 places. Since then, I've had a couple more night jumps, and they've all gone well.
PS- be a man, get airborne in your contract. ;)
uh yeah.
if I go I'm getting the tower of power.
being in a recently spec ops unit we have ties to alot of those units in reg. Army. 160th SOAR regularly recruits here. I was also thinking of sopc and sfas so I can QC in Special Forces
I think the Greek Civil war was a bunch of crap. The rebels should have won and Greece would have been better off for it. Anyone want to argue with me?
And being awakened at odd hours to do strange things,
And running around carrying heavy things.
And running around carrying heavy things.
Sounds like parenthood...
my foot got caught up in the rucksack, I landed with my legs apart and broke my right leg in 5 places.
omg... I just had a flashback of that game *America's Army*.
When you have to qualify for the airborne (or whatever it was).
It was a night jump...when you fuck up...all you heard was bone crunching noises.
/shudders
bone crunching noises
Yes, crepitus. I had to endure that all the way off the drop zone and to the hospital. I had some dick sitting in the ambulance with me who hurt his back. I'm white as a sheet, cold sweat, mouth breathing, foot pointed 90 degrees the wrong way and dislocated halfway up my calf, etc.- he looks at me and says "Dude, I can't look at your foot anymore- it's making me sick". I almost hit him...
he looks at me and says "Dude, I can't look at your foot anymore- it's making me sick". I almost hit him...
Did he hurt his back on the jump as well?
greatest all time fighting force
When did discussing the all time greatest fighting force turn into a US Military circle jerK? :P
How could anyone not have mentioned the Spartans thus far?
A state dedicated almost completely to the military, and a military that was dedicated towards absolute discipline.
As a Spartan soldier, you were basically trained from birth. If you were "weak" or "defective" you were left to die. At age seven, you began your official training. That training was all-encompassing and did not "end" until you were 20, at which point you were really a soldier. You didn't even become a true citizen for another 10 years, and even then you were in the military for another 30.
There is always Thermopylae to tell you just how great the Spartans were. The reported numbers could not possibly be true, but it illustrates a point to tell them.
(Disclaimer: this is all memory, so the facts may be slightly off.)
Herodotus claimed that the Persians numbered into the millions, which would have been economically, physically and by all other means impossible. The realistic estimates range from 150,00 - 300,000 Persians. The Greeks were said to be numbered at 7000, with only 300 of them being Spartans.
Those 7000 men defended the pass for 2 days with overwhelming victory; on the first day it is said that Xerxes lost 20,000 men to the Greeks. The Persians then sent the 10,000 Immortals, their most elite fighting force, to take care of the Greeks. They were overwhelmingly defeated as well, retreating after losing most of their men.
On day 3, Ephialtes, a Greek traitor, told the Persians of a secret pass defended by a small contingent of Greeks (Phocians , I think?). They couldn't stop the Persians.
So Leonidas, the King of the Spartans, realizing the battle was not winnable, sent all but his Spartans home. Some 1000 Greeks, including the Spartans, stayed for the third day. They fought like hell, ruining their spears, swords and shields until they fought with their hands and feet. When the last of the Spartans remained defending the body of Leonidas, the Persians fell back and killed them all with arrows.
Greeks lost 5,000 men whereas the Persians lost over 30,000. The majority of the Persians were killed by some 300 Spartans who knew they were fighting to the death in a losing battle.
Spartans > Marines.
... Also, Hannibal's war against the Romans showed some incredible strength.
Even though he outnumbered the Romans 3 to 1 at Lake Traismene, he suffered almost nonexistant losses and killed ~20,000 Romans.
At Cannae, it was a different story. 40-50,000 Carthaginians thoroughly defeated ~80,000 Romans, sustaining only 5,000 deaths and killing basically an entire army of Romans. The Romans lost more than 60,000 and had over 10,000 captured in just one day.
Hannibals Carthaginians > Marines.
...But then again I like swords and shields more so than M-16's and grenades.
There is always Thermopylae to tell you just how great the Spartans were. The reported numbers could not possibly be true
Sure it could, depending on the terrain...
I personally agree with the 300k number.
You didn't mention one of the best quotes of all time though...
When the Spartan scout returned to his commander, to report on the number of Persians that they were up against,
He said "there are so many Persians that if they were all to fire their arrows into the sky at once, it would blot out the sun."
I've always liked that one...
Isn't someone making a movie about the Battle of Thermopylae?
... Also, Hannibal's war against the Romans showed some incredible strength.
He lost though...
MMM. Thread good. Me club you harder.
(actually it is interesting)
(actually it is interesting)
Toys does not a good soldier make.
General Krulak former Commandant of the Marine Corps in a speech at Pepperdine.
http://www.lawandliberty.org/krulak.htm
This morning, I will tell the story of an American whose true character was tested and exposed in the crucible of war. I will then draw some conclusions that are applicable to how the rest of us should live our lives ... lives where combat will hopefully never play a role. He was a 19 year old Marine-about the same age as most of you in the audience this morning. His name was LCPL Grable. He was a man of courage ...a man of character ... and this is his story ... Vietnam ... It was 0600, the third of June, 1966. I was in command of "G" Company, Second Battalion, First Marine Regiment. I was a First Lieutenant at the time, and had been given this command because the previous commander had been killed about one week earlier. My Company had been given a simple mission that began with a helicopter assault. We would land in a series of dried-up rice paddies about 6 football fields in length, and three football fields in width. These paddies were surrounded by jungle-covered mountains, with a dry stream bed running along one side. We were supposed to land, put on our packs, and do what all Marines do: find the largest mountain, and climb to the top. There we would put ourselves in a defensive perimeter to act as the blocking force for an offensive sweep conducted by two battalions.
The helicopters landed, unloaded my company of Marines, and had just started to leave when the world collapsed. Automatic weapons, mortar fire, artillery--it was hell on earth. Fortunately, a good portion of my Company had managed to move into the dry stream bed where they were protected from most of the fire. However, one platoon had landed too far west to move immediately to the cover of the stream bed. As they tried to move in that direction, the fires on them became so heavy they had no alternative but to hit the deck. One particular squad found itself directly in the line of fire of a North Vietnamese 12.7mm heavy machine gun. In a matter of seconds, two Marines were killed and three were seriously wounded.
As I watched what was happening from my position in the stream bed, I knew that it was just a matter of time before that machine gun would systematically "take out" that whole platoon--squad by squad. If I didn't act immediately, they would be lost in just a matter of minutes. I made a call to the commander of the first platoon that had made its way into the stream bed, directing him to move up the stream bed so he could attack across the flank of the gun position--not having to assault it directly from the front. At the same time, I directed another platoon to provide suppressive fire that might diminish the volume of fire coming from the machine gun position. All this was happening in the midst of smoke, multiple explosions, heavy small arms fire, and people yelling to be heard over the din of battle.
Suddenly, my radio operator grabbed me by the sleeve and pointed toward the middle of the rice paddy where a black Marine--a Lance Corporal by the name of Grable--had gotten to his feet, placed his M-14 rifle on his hip, and charged the machine gun--firing as fast as he could possibly fire. He ran about 40 meters directly toward the machine gun and then cut to the side, much like a running back might do during a football game. Sure enough, the machine gun, which had been delivering heavy fire on his squad, picked up off of the squad and began firing at Grable. Seeing the fire shift away from them, the squad moved immediately to the cover of a small rice paddy dike--thick ground, about a foot high separating each paddy from the other. Both they, and the other two squads were able to drag their casualties and gear to the position of safety behind this dike.
Grable didn't look back. He didn't see what happened. He kept on fighting. He dodged back and forth across these paddies, firing continuously. He would run out of ammunition, reload on the run, and continue forward--dodging back and forth as he ran. BAM! Suddenly he was picked up like a dishrag and thrown backward--hit by at least one round.
The rest of the platoon charged. My radio operator grabbed me again, but saying nothing, he just pointed to the middle of the rice paddy. That young Marine--Lance Corporal Grable--had gotten to his feet. As he stood, he didn't put the rifle to his hip; he locked the weapon into his shoulder...took steady aim--good sight picture, good sight alignment--and walked straight down the line of fire into that machine gun.
About four minutes later, my command group and the rest of the unit finally arrived at the now-silent machine gun position. There were nine dead enemy soldiers around the gun... Lance Corporal Grable was draped over the gun itself. As only Marines can do, these battle-hardened young men tenderly picked up Grable and laid him on the ground. When they opened his "flak jacket" he had five massive wounds from that machine gun. FIVE...
About seven months later, I traveled back to Headquarters Marine Corps in Washington and watched the Commandant of the Marine Corps present Lance Corporal Grable's widow with the nation's second highest decoration for valor--the Navy Cross. In this woman's arms was the baby boy that Grable had only seen in a Polaroid picture.
The helicopters landed, unloaded my company of Marines, and had just started to leave when the world collapsed. Automatic weapons, mortar fire, artillery--it was hell on earth. Fortunately, a good portion of my Company had managed to move into the dry stream bed where they were protected from most of the fire. However, one platoon had landed too far west to move immediately to the cover of the stream bed. As they tried to move in that direction, the fires on them became so heavy they had no alternative but to hit the deck. One particular squad found itself directly in the line of fire of a North Vietnamese 12.7mm heavy machine gun. In a matter of seconds, two Marines were killed and three were seriously wounded.
As I watched what was happening from my position in the stream bed, I knew that it was just a matter of time before that machine gun would systematically "take out" that whole platoon--squad by squad. If I didn't act immediately, they would be lost in just a matter of minutes. I made a call to the commander of the first platoon that had made its way into the stream bed, directing him to move up the stream bed so he could attack across the flank of the gun position--not having to assault it directly from the front. At the same time, I directed another platoon to provide suppressive fire that might diminish the volume of fire coming from the machine gun position. All this was happening in the midst of smoke, multiple explosions, heavy small arms fire, and people yelling to be heard over the din of battle.
Suddenly, my radio operator grabbed me by the sleeve and pointed toward the middle of the rice paddy where a black Marine--a Lance Corporal by the name of Grable--had gotten to his feet, placed his M-14 rifle on his hip, and charged the machine gun--firing as fast as he could possibly fire. He ran about 40 meters directly toward the machine gun and then cut to the side, much like a running back might do during a football game. Sure enough, the machine gun, which had been delivering heavy fire on his squad, picked up off of the squad and began firing at Grable. Seeing the fire shift away from them, the squad moved immediately to the cover of a small rice paddy dike--thick ground, about a foot high separating each paddy from the other. Both they, and the other two squads were able to drag their casualties and gear to the position of safety behind this dike.
Grable didn't look back. He didn't see what happened. He kept on fighting. He dodged back and forth across these paddies, firing continuously. He would run out of ammunition, reload on the run, and continue forward--dodging back and forth as he ran. BAM! Suddenly he was picked up like a dishrag and thrown backward--hit by at least one round.
The rest of the platoon charged. My radio operator grabbed me again, but saying nothing, he just pointed to the middle of the rice paddy. That young Marine--Lance Corporal Grable--had gotten to his feet. As he stood, he didn't put the rifle to his hip; he locked the weapon into his shoulder...took steady aim--good sight picture, good sight alignment--and walked straight down the line of fire into that machine gun.
About four minutes later, my command group and the rest of the unit finally arrived at the now-silent machine gun position. There were nine dead enemy soldiers around the gun... Lance Corporal Grable was draped over the gun itself. As only Marines can do, these battle-hardened young men tenderly picked up Grable and laid him on the ground. When they opened his "flak jacket" he had five massive wounds from that machine gun. FIVE...
About seven months later, I traveled back to Headquarters Marine Corps in Washington and watched the Commandant of the Marine Corps present Lance Corporal Grable's widow with the nation's second highest decoration for valor--the Navy Cross. In this woman's arms was the baby boy that Grable had only seen in a Polaroid picture.
http://www.lawandliberty.org/krulak.htm
He lost though...
Well, yes but for reasons arguably other than military.
I think that having his brother's head brought to him on a platter kinda distacted him a bit and may just have lead to his ultimate defeat.
But I'm no expert at all.
You didn't mention one of the best quotes of all time though...
When the Spartan scout returned to his commander, to report on the number of Persians that they were up against,
He said "there are so many Persians that if they were all to fire their arrows into the sky at once, it would blot out the sun."
I've always liked that one...
When the Spartan scout returned to his commander, to report on the number of Persians that they were up against,
He said "there are so many Persians that if they were all to fire their arrows into the sky at once, it would blot out the sun."
I've always liked that one...
Actually, I think the quote goes as this:
Some scout: "The Persians arrows number so high that when they fire it will block out the sun!"
Dienekes: "Good, then we will fight in shade."
:)
This thread makes me want to vomit.
When you exit the thread take a left there is a toilet right there.
Dienekes: "Good, then we will fight in shade."
Oh yes, hahah, how could I have neglected to put the great part of the quote...
Fighting and killing aren't all there is to life.
Nobody's claiming that, Rob...
But unfortunately, the adage "might makes right" is truer and truer the more you think about it.
Every time someone says "there's just no reasoning with these people" and attacks,
The other side thinks the exact same thing about him.
Eventually, the winner of the battle (which is completely unrelated to whatever point they were arguing in the first place)
Gets to write the history books.
If Hitler had won WWII,
We'd all be learning about how evil and stupid Churchill was.
Well, except for those of us that would have been culled already.
But unfortunately, the adage "might makes right" is truer and truer the more you think about it.
Every time someone says "there's just no reasoning with these people" and attacks,
The other side thinks the exact same thing about him.
Eventually, the winner of the battle (which is completely unrelated to whatever point they were arguing in the first place)
Gets to write the history books.
If Hitler had won WWII,
We'd all be learning about how evil and stupid Churchill was.
Well, except for those of us that would have been culled already.
Fighting and killing aren't all there is to life.
This thread nor any of the posts have indicated that fighting and killing are all there is to life. We are merely talking about war and paying a little homage to the courageous people who have fought/died... for whatever reason.
this thread is compensation for something in the posters (dont worry i wont be back)
quite revealing in an unmanly way.
quite revealing in an unmanly way.
Like some slack jawed philosophy of post and run.
sorry had to go wash off some blood. messy today.
Rob- no one asked you. Feel free to stay out of this thread. Obviously it is upsetting to you that there are some who remember history, honor those who are willing to fight for what they believe in, and have proudly done so themselves.
Same thing goes for SwimFan. I'm glad you won't be back. Maybe from now on this can be one thread that is free of your retarded drivel.
Yeah, he walked off the drop zone fine, and right about the time everyone was supposed to load up the chutes and head back to shake them out, his back suddenly started to hurt. He seemed like a weenie from day 1, though, I wasn't surprised.
Same thing goes for SwimFan. I'm glad you won't be back. Maybe from now on this can be one thread that is free of your retarded drivel.
Did he hurt his back on the jump as well?
Yeah, he walked off the drop zone fine, and right about the time everyone was supposed to load up the chutes and head back to shake them out, his back suddenly started to hurt. He seemed like a weenie from day 1, though, I wasn't surprised.
I personally hate war and am opposed to the practice of a standing military.
But sometimes force is necessary.
It's been a question in my mind for a long time,
Imagining what sort of reform might take place.
But sometimes force is necessary.
It's been a question in my mind for a long time,
Imagining what sort of reform might take place.
I've personally always liked this quote...
"War is an ugly thing, but not the ugliest of things. The decayed and degraded state of moral and patriotic feeling which thinks that nothing is worth war is much worse. The person who has nothing for which he is willing to fight, nothing which is more important than his own personal safety, is a miserable creature and has no chance of being free unless made and kept so by the exertions of better men than himself."
- John Stuart Mill
as for the marines....when I was at ft. sill, there was a marine artillery battery stationed next to us...the ONLY thing I EVER saw them do was march to the PX. Never once saw them PT, never once saw them training...just standing around, eating, then going to the PX. I might be an "army puke" but im pretty sure i coulda kicked every last one of their asses...
Yeah, I'd say it's about 9 inches
"War is an ugly thing, but not the ugliest of things. The decayed and degraded state of moral and patriotic feeling which thinks that nothing is worth war is much worse. The person who has nothing for which he is willing to fight, nothing which is more important than his own personal safety, is a miserable creature and has no chance of being free unless made and kept so by the exertions of better men than himself."
- John Stuart Mill
as for the marines....when I was at ft. sill, there was a marine artillery battery stationed next to us...the ONLY thing I EVER saw them do was march to the PX. Never once saw them PT, never once saw them training...just standing around, eating, then going to the PX. I might be an "army puke" but im pretty sure i coulda kicked every last one of their asses...
Yeah, I'd say it's about 9 inches
thomps86 were they reservists?
Obviously it is upsetting to you that there are some who remember history, honor those who are willing to fight for what they believe in, and have proudly done so themselves.
He's not getting mad at us for remembering history; it's the bit about honor and pride that get to him (and to me as well).
The honor and pride in warfare, if it ever existed, I think, died out with the Revolutionary War. Not to say I disagree with all of the wars since then, just that they weren't about honor or pride any longer. At least not for the US. (Now there were some wars of independence and revolution that were honorable subjectively, but we're all referring to the 1st world, basically, right?)
WWI was a war of attrition and survival. The Battle of the Somme wasn't honorable for the French, English or Germans; it wasn't a matter of pride. It was a matter of survival.
The Holocaust, the firebombings of Tokyo and Dresden, the bombs dropped on Hiroshima and Nagasaki; none of this was in the name of pride and honor.
War is nothing to honor or be proud of, but something to look back on and at all costs avoid in the future.
From: SwimFan
Date: 10/27/05 @ 5:55 PM 121
this thread is compensation for something in the posters (dont worry i wont be back)
quite revealing in an unmanly way.
Date: 10/27/05 @ 5:55 PM 121
this thread is compensation for something in the posters (dont worry i wont be back)
quite revealing in an unmanly way.
From: SwimFan
Date: 10/27/05 @ 6:14 PM 123
sorry had to go wash off some blood. messy today.
Date: 10/27/05 @ 6:14 PM 123
sorry had to go wash off some blood. messy today.
Wow. It stayed out a whole 19 minutes. Though I guess that when forever only takes 19 minutes, just about anyone can get a history degree.
it's the bit about honor and pride that get to him (and to me as well).
You don't understand. The concepts of honor, sacrifice, dedication- these things are abstracts to you. To you, there's nothing worth fighting for, and there's no respect for those who feel there is. You are weak, and those who think like you are the kind that are easily subjected. You stand for nothing, because it is best to avoid conflict "at all costs". Appease those who do evil, let others terrorize to get what they want, best to just give in- wouldn't want to try and stop them, I might get hurt! Oppressive governments love your type.
If you don't understand the pride that comes with standing up for your beliefs and your country, I can't explain it. If you don't understand the honor that is associated with knowing you did your part to improve the world, save someone's life in battle, or simply faced the ultimate test and proved that you can focus and perform in the ultimate stress test, I can't explain it to you. I don't even want to.
But I ask you please, kindly stay away from this thread. I'll never understand why people come to a thread don't belong in about a topic they don't like just to drop some shit and piss people off.
But I ask you please, kindly stay away from this thread. I'll never understand why people come to a thread don't belong in about a topic they don't like just to drop some shit and piss people off.
An debate on the validity and purpose of war is always interesting, unfortunately, this being fazed, it will inevitably turn into yet another 'Circle-jerk-over-Old-Glory' thread
An debate on the validity and purpose of war is always interesting
Yes, it is. But to waltz into a thread full of veterans, some of them combat vets, and announce that there is no honor or pride in it... that's just being an ass, no matter how you look at it.
Much respect for soldiers posting.
Regardless of what the rest of the users post I have much love, respect, and pride in you guys. You fight when others cower, you stand when others are prostrate, you keep your head up when the rest have theirs down.
War is inevitable regardless of the desires of the weak. I'm glad you all fight for the country I was lucky enough to be born.
Regardless of what the rest of the users post I have much love, respect, and pride in you guys. You fight when others cower, you stand when others are prostrate, you keep your head up when the rest have theirs down.
War is inevitable regardless of the desires of the weak. I'm glad you all fight for the country I was lucky enough to be born.
Can I ask, honestly,
Why the habit is to refer to those who are antiwar or anti-any-particular-war
As "weak" or "cowards"?
I mean,
Can't one be proud of what one does
Without degrading those who disagree?
Why the habit is to refer to those who are antiwar or anti-any-particular-war
As "weak" or "cowards"?
I mean,
Can't one be proud of what one does
Without degrading those who disagree?
The honor and pride doesn't come from the killing. I was never even in combat and I'm proud of my service. The honor and pride comes accomplishing the mission doesn't matter the odds and being prepared to die for the guy beside you if you must.
From: beakly will smack you so hard, your sister's menstrual cycle will shift a week
Date: 10/27/05 @ 7:35 PM
136
AIRBORNE RANGERS JUMP FROM PLANES
THEY AIN'T GOT NO GODDAMNED BRAINS
/stolen
Beethoven once said that if he knew as much about war as he did about music, he'd defeat Napolean in a single day.
THEY AIN'T GOT NO GODDAMNED BRAINS
/stolen
Beethoven once said that if he knew as much about war as he did about music, he'd defeat Napolean in a single day.
and announce that there is no honor or pride in it...
Did he say that?
I thought that he said that there is no honor in killing.
Let's say that's true.
Then we have
The honor and pride doesn't come from the killing. I was never even in combat and I'm proud of my service.
Seems to me like the honor and pride, as drock states, does not come from the killing, but from some other aspect of the service.
So when someone says, "There's no honor in killing" (while I might disagree, as "honor" is a cultural thing), if I were a soldier, and even not being a soldier,
I would say, "You're right. There isn't. But I am proud nonetheless, and I have honor regardless."
You don't understand.
Ah but I think it is you who don't.
Then again, that's because I'm me and you're you. Tis called a difference of opinion.
The concepts of honor, sacrifice, dedication- these things are abstracts to you. To you, there's nothing worth fighting for, and there's no respect for those who feel there is.
Are you generalizing me? How do you know that I think there is nothing worth fighting for? Did I at any point say that?
You are weak, and those who think like you are the kind that are easily subjected.
Generalizing again. I am weak because I feel that the systematic and often times avoidable deliberate killing of my species is something that shouldn't be honored and celebrated and that we shouldn't be proud of?
You stand for nothing, because it is best to avoid conflict "at all costs". Appease those who do evil, let others terrorize to get what they want, best to just give in- wouldn't want to try and stop them, I might get hurt! Oppressive governments love your type.
Have you asked what I stand for?
Oppressive governments hate my type of people, because I am a thorn. I stick out, I cause problems; I don't usually ever accept anything immediately, so I question. Governments don't like people who question.
If you don't understand the pride that comes with standing up for your beliefs and your country, I can't explain it. If you don't understand the honor that is associated with knowing you did your part to improve the world, save someone's life in battle, or simply faced the ultimate test and proved that you can focus and perform in the ultimate stress test, I can't explain it to you. I don't even want to.
I completely understand the pride of standing up for beliefs and for nationalism. I completely respect someone willing to sacrifice so much for something they believe in. I understand the honor in improving the work, in saving a life; these are without a doubt honorable things.
Doing my part to improve the world, saving someone's life, facing the ultimate test; these things do not mean war. These things should not mean war. But they are associated with war, and that's where they get the most notice.
I don't see honor in killing; no matter the situation. I am weak, apparently, for thinking that maybe violence is not the ultimate, honorable, proud answer to everything. I don't feel proud when I hear of a soldier who saved his buddies' life by taking out 5 enemy snipers or when I see a bomb blow up a weapons factory. I understand that these are situationally necessary and that they probably helped someone involved, but the fact is is that it shows that people are killing people. It shows that we have not yet figured out a way to solve our problems without killing each other.
But I ask you please, kindly stay away from this thread. I'll never understand why people come to a thread don't belong in about a topic they don't like just to drop some shit and piss people off.
From the Author of the thread:
we also do not lose sight of the grim realities of war
The grim reality of war is that although it is barbaric, although it is our species killing eachother, although it's costing us great men, women and children everyday, it is still happening. The grim reality is that we still lead ourselves into thinking that there is no other solution.
That is the grim fucking reality of war, Tuna.
From: beakly will smack you so hard, your sister's menstrual cycle will shift a week
Date: 10/27/05 @ 7:39 PM
139
The attrocities and genocide committed by men against men must make darwin's head hurt.
Yes, it is. But to waltz into a thread full of veterans, some of them combat vets, and announce that there is no honor or pride in it... that's just being an ass, no matter how you look at it.
You can have honor and pride in a veteran and not in the war; they're not mutually inclusive. It's got a contemporary analogy today; Support the troops, not the war.
I at no point meant any disrespect to anyone in the service currently or formerly, and that you can't understand the difference between soldiers and their wars is not a problem of mine, but of yours.
The attrocities and genocide committed by men against men must make darwin's head hurt.
Not really.
Not even figuratively.
actually upon reflection, the Zerg make the best armies.
OMG ZERG RUSH!!!!!!111!!
OMG ZERG RUSH!!!!!!111!!
Wow. It stayed out a whole 19 minutes. Though I guess that when forever only takes 19 minutes, just about anyone can get a history degree.
You went to Cony Island Community College too!?
you cant support the soldier without supporting the war.
he/she is over there risking his life. to say the war is meaningless or wrong is to say he could die for the wrong reason and that takes away from his honor and dignity.
he/she is over there risking his life. to say the war is meaningless or wrong is to say he could die for the wrong reason and that takes away from his honor and dignity.
the Zerg make the best armies
who needs honor, pride, or courage,
when your side has collective consciousness?
Awaken my child, and embrace the glory that is your birthright. Know that I am the Overmind; the eternal will of the Swarm, and that you have been created to serve me.
i bet they would've had sweet recruiting posters.
for the Swarm!
yes, but one Ender and your swarm is toast
Whoa, whoa.
Let's not go crazy with the intertextuality.
Let's not go crazy with the intertextuality.
I think we're all forgetting...
MASTER CHEIF
Also, although the marines are a much larger fighting force, don't you beleive that man for man special operations units like the Navy Seals would be able to beat them?
Seals are of course more well trained, but tend not to use any sort of armored assault vehicles like the marines do.
MASTER CHEIF
Also, although the marines are a much larger fighting force, don't you beleive that man for man special operations units like the Navy Seals would be able to beat them?
Seals are of course more well trained, but tend not to use any sort of armored assault vehicles like the marines do.
drock - no, they were all active duty. Don't get me wrong, I think the corps is good at what it's meant to do...I have alot of friends in the corps or verterans.
I don't get the whole inter-service rivalry thing, cause I mean we all have different missions. Each branch is the best in the world at what it does. Combined Combat forces.
/wow, I sound like I'm in the Coast Gaurd...
I don't get the whole inter-service rivalry thing, cause I mean we all have different missions. Each branch is the best in the world at what it does. Combined Combat forces.
/wow, I sound like I'm in the Coast Gaurd...
man for man special operations units like the Navy Seals would be able to beat them?
the marines are a large attack force, the seals, rangers, snipers etc are all small attack forces. comparing the 2 would be like comparing a car with a truck. sure they have similarities, but the are built for different things.
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