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mnottertail -> RE: honourable actions (8/26/2007 4:21:09 AM)
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Well, here is military technical advancement at its best, easiest to describe with a hill, the official battle plan: Pick out a pot like you might make stew in, tip it over take out a pencil and about 3/4 way up the side maybe 7/8s way, (metrics figure it out yourself) draw a line in pencil all the way around it (so your mom can wash it off with soap and water), we shall name this the crown the area above the line, the top(the flat bottom of the pan) we shall call the crest. maybe a couple handbreaths away set a soup can, we will call that the rallying point (on the way back) and the point of debarkation (on the way there) the troops march to and surround the kettle and as they touch it, from then on they are at the point of demarcation, and are liable to die. They wait around there a while, shitting thier pants, smoking cigarettes, thinking about their wasted life, as the artillery starts heaving shit at the crown and crest...........thunderous and deafing noise (if there is vegetation, there are big bags of jellied gasoline being glopped all over and exploded, this is napalm), sooner or later some dickweed says follow me, or move out or whatever, and you start running up that fuckin hill fast as you can, diving and juking and so on, and if you are still alive---you are headed straight for them fuckin artillery shells (some of which may short and take your ass out long before the crest) and at the same time the shiteaters on the crest are lobbing shit at you from there; this part can take hours or days, and finally you hit the crest, god willing and the creek don't rise, and the shelling hasn't let up one fuckin iota, and finally enough commanders and FOs (forward observers) call into the HQ (headquarters) which is safe and way the fuck back from the debarkation along the lines of you are killing more of ours than you are of theirs, and then our side stops shelling........ anyway, all said and done, nobody calls that 'friendly fire' except those guys up and down the side of the hill, and when they pick up the remains of your mangled leg (which is all that is left) nobody examines the stump and says, looks like this poor fuck took one from us. There you have a plainspoken lesson from the field manuals and War College. Ron there are no honorable actions
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