We’ve seen most of this footage before, but this mashes it together and adds a good soundtrack. But be careful, there’s some NSFW language.
H/T: Outlaw 13
A lot of the footage is actually the French Air Force or our coalition partners in the GWOT.
One of our readers is a fan of Goth chicks. Here. Just for you. Goth Weddings.
We greatly enjoyed our few forays into demolitions. Let’s face it, blowing stuff up is something every normal red-blooded American boy enjoys. And not a few red-blooded American girls. Why even the Virginia Department of Transportation realizes this:
H/T: Theo Spark
I don’t think that’s what they teach you in 11C school….
Via Mere Rhetoric, news on bringing war criminals to justice:
Israel has formally presented the UN with evidence outlining Hamas’s military exploitation of Palestinian civilians. The UN has responded by tasking at least two commissions with gathering evidence for war crimes prosecutions related to Palestinian civilian casualties. Prosecutions of Israeli officials of course. Not Hamas officials. Because how would that make any sense? (emphasis mine-XBradTC)
I saw this over at The Mothership and it gets my blood boiling. In keeping with the journalistic standards of the moronosphere, we will not provide a link to Excitable Andi, but that doesn’t mean we can’t discuss his stupidity.
Andi has repeatedly emailed the McCain campaign for a refutation of the scurrilous smear that Trig Palin is actually Bristol’s son, and not Sarah’s. Now, it isn’t the responsibility of the campaign to spend its time answering every crackpot. But Goldfarb, of the McCain campaign forwarded the emails to Howard Kurtz, presumably to show just what kind of junk they have to put up with.
Andi is now complaining that this is a breach of his privacy, and that Kurtz violated journalistic ethics by publishing them. This is a complaint coming from a guy who linked to the hacked Palin emails.
In addition to the double standard chutzpah shown, Andi is trying to reach an entirely new level of “having your cake and eating it too.”
In effect, Andi is arguing that when he sends an email to a campaign, any answer the campaign may give would be on the record, but his email asking for information is somehow privileged. With that much irony running around, I’m amazed Andrew Sullivan doesn’t rust.
Usually when I talk about artillery, I make a snarky comment about how brave you have to be to fight from 15 miles away. Or a I comment that the MOS number (13) refers to the average IQ of an artilleryman. But since I’m stealing this video from John at Castle Aaarrgh, a career artilleryman, I won’t do that this time.
One of these days, after I finish up on machine guns, I’ll get around to a post on the various types of tubes (that’s guns, for you non-Army types) shown in the video.
I’ve spent a good deal of time over at The Hostages. For me, it’s like volunteering with the special needs/short bus kids. Especially MCPO Airdale. Somebody has to keep an eye on those folks.
Don’t click the link. Nothing good will come of it.
Our good friends over at doubleplusundead bring us the story of an armed confrontation between Mexican soldiers and US Border Patrol agents on US soil. The question in the comments is, doesn’t an armed incursion by soldiers of a foreign power constitute an act of war. Generally speaking, yes. But I’m willing to cut them just a tiny bit of slack. Because I’ve done it too.
When I was stationed in (West) Germany before reunification, there were signs on just about every road warning you when you approached the East German border. There were very definitive signs reminding US personnel that they could not approach closer than 1 kilometer to the border. This was drilled into our heads from our first day in Germany.
I was the driver for the Brigade XO, Lieutenant Colonel “O”. Good man and great leader. We were driving around checking out the area our unit would be expected to defend if the Red hordes ever came streaming west. We spent all day driving down small roads that didn’t even show on the map. Both of us were fairly new in our assignments and neither of us had been to this sector before. Still, it was a beautiful day, in a picturesque setting and we had plenty of coffee and snacks in the truck.
After a while, the setting changed gradually. And then the really weird thing- none of the road signs were in the same shapes and colors we were familiar with. Puzzlement gave way to alarm when we realized we were in East Germany. And not just a little. We were probably about 5km inside. I turned that truck around and went west just as fast as I could. It was an extremely tense 3 or 4 minutes until we found our way back into West Germany. I kept waiting for the Russians or the East German army to show up and throw us into the gulag for the rest of our miserable, forfeit lives. We couldn’t even put up a fight- we had weapons, but no ammo. We figured we got away clean and quickly resolved to not discuss this bit of tourism.
After a few minutes to get our heart rates back into something approaching normalcy, we continued our jaunt around the countryside. That afternoon, we met up with the Brigade commander, who had been touring another part of the sector. Sgt. H and I got together for a smoke and to be out of the way of the bosses. Sgt. H seemed pretty upset. After some gentle prodding, he confessed, “I screwed up! I drove COL Z about 2 miles into East Germany!”
It turns out, in the run-up to reunification, the Germans had taken down the signs on that stretch of the border.