Sign of the times: Computers are available in the Dust Bowl. Isn't progress
neat?? I roll out to the Box Friday to begin defending poor Mohavia from those
vile Krasnovians or whatever. Except we can't call them vile when talking to
the media. Not politically correct or some such. Nor can we say that we're
here to kick ass all over the desert. We had our media briefings today, can't
you tell? Pretty much nothing
changes here--the food sucks, it's cold at night and
hot during the day, sand gets into your sleeping bag,
and the pup tents are still too small for a life-sized
human being. I can't imagine how you tolerated them. We crawl out of bed at
0500 and are dragging ass when we get cut loose at 2100. Same old, same old.
I'm told that the major improvement has been that there are now partitions
between the shitters and curtains in front of them so that you can take a dump
without an audience.
How's life back on the home front? Updated the web page and added some more
sick delusions of grandeur?? I was reading in a newspaper that some
archaeologists think they may have found the tomb of the Great Khan. But the
Mongolian government won't give them permission to excavate. Hehehe.
Probably afraid their population would go nuts and invade China or something.
I probably won't get another chance to e-mail you
again, so take care! Finishing up my fleet? I've got
a lot of 4-days coming up after NTC and I want to
chuck some dice. Many IFed ships will go boom! Also, don't forget to mail my
insurance payment Friday. I know you won't have a senior moment, but I hope
you don't mind if I'm paranoid. They sent me a nastygram the day before I
rolled to NTC and I really don't need to have them cancel my insurance.
Kyrie Eleison!
Pup tents!, you got pup tents? Consider your self lucky.
Michael Brown
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From: "Don M" <dmaddox1@hot.rr.com>
> > I was reading in a newspaper that some archaeologists
Could well be the other way round. Tamerlane's grave in Samarkand was said to
be protected by dire curses against anybody who disturbed his rest. Sowjet
archaeologists opened his grave in summer 1941. Shortly afterwards, the German
invasion of the Sowjet Union began.....
Greetings
> From: "Don M" <dmaddox1@hot.rr.com>
Hello Karl, Shades of Tut's curse! Well you see what happens when you don't
bring a shaman along to perform the appropriate rights to the sky spirits....)
> Don M Wrote:
> > Could well be the other way round.
They did - the Commissar shot him. ;-)
2B^2
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EMAIL? FROM THE FIELD? HOLY SHIT!
what happened to letters written on paper with pens/pencils?
DAMN!
what happened to bedtime on the hard ground, under the open skies, with a
helmet for a pillow?
latrines! you got latrines! latrines with partions and doors in the field?
DOUBLE DAMN!
what happened to taking a crap in cat-hole used by at least 99
buddies?
TRIPLE DAMN!
you got chow?
delicious micro-waved 10 man MRE rations served off the mess truck?
or those delicious MREs right out of the bag?
what happened to manly C-rats, LRRPS, and etc, with all of the
necesiities of life in them (cigarettes, matches, chewing gum condiments, and
TOILET PAPER!)
or catching, skinning/scaling/peeling, cooking (a real luxury!) or
eating raw, your own animals, fish, birds, or insects?
thought this was a WAR FIGHTING EXCERCIZE!
wussies! this limp weiner new fangled gender and sex non specific ARMY of
yours sounds like a damned AIR FORCE country club!
in the old $12.00 a pair black boot ARMY (also known far and wide as the NEW
ACTION ARMY, followed by the MODERN VOLUNTEER ARMY, WE had it tough!
non of this inflatable living quarters with central heat and air!
non of this air conditioned TOC crap!
non of this inflatable air conditioned/heated rec room crap with color
TV, game tables, and weights for working out!
SHHHHHHHHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE -
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTTTTTTTT!
hurt the enemy's feelings by being non PC? are you joking?
in the AULDE ARMY we did more than hurt their feeling with non-PC
remarks!
we even got to SEE the look on the bad guys/gals faces when we pulled
the trigger, brained them with a rifle butt or steel pot, chewed their flesh
with our teeth, beat their heads in on the ground, kicked them to death,
choked them to death, or rammed home the bayonet!
non of this high falutin videogame warfare CNN and the other media dickheads
are so in love with!
back to the days of total personal misery and buckets of blood, brains, and
shit splashed all over a person after a serious mix up between good guys and
bad guys!
as far as games are concerned, to hell with artsy-fartsy long distance
warfare!
GOD gave stargrunts starships as a way to travel from point A to point B to
find and kill the enemy!
up close and personal!
WHAT IS THE SPIRIT OF THE BAYONET?
TO KILL!
close and destroy! kill that BEM or other scumbag with a handful of dirt
stuffed down their throat in close combat!
SIGH. . . . .
warfare is just getting too damned civilized in both the real world and in the
distant future among the stars.....
bring back the days of the noble gladius and pila!
when a man was a man and a woman was a woman!
> Don M Wrote:
> > > > Could well be the other way round.
You know how it is, Opiate of the masses and all....
2B^2
> DAWGFACE47@webtv.net wrote:
[...]
> bring back the days of the noble gladius and pila!
And small furry creatures from ALpha Centauri were real small furry creatures
from Alpha Centuari.
;-)
On 14-Feb-02 at 15:52, DAWGFACE47@webtv.net (DAWGFACE47@webtv.net)
wrote:
> bring back the days of the noble gladius and pila!
and the sheep were afraid?
> On Thu, Feb 14, 2002 at 02:51:38PM -0600, DAWGFACE47@webtv.net wrote:
"In my day, we used to march three hundred miles, across soft snow full of
landmines, get shot by the enemy, then drop where we stood."
"Luxury. We used to march four hundred miles across open water, under
artillery fire all the way, get shot by the enemy twice, then ask permission
to drop dead and the sergeant would only give it if our boots were polished."
(etc.)
Ok Ron, Take it easy pal lol, he isn't in the field yet just in the staging
area before he rolls out and believe me Cat Holes are still in effect out in
the box (as we call the FTX at NTC) don't worry it is still the same lol.....
> > > >Hello Karl,
Yes but in our next five year plan all vestiges of the old imperialist
practices will be purged from the glorious proletariat...Long live the
revolution!
Ya de da.....)
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> On Thu, 14 Feb 2002 14:25:07 -0600 "Don M" <dmaddox1@hot.rr.com> writes:
So *that's* were the Olympic committee got their idea for the opening
ceremony!
> On Thu, 14 Feb 2002 14:51:38 -0600 (CST) DAWGFACE47@webtv.net writes:
<snip rant>
> wussies! this limp weiner new fangled gender and sex non specific
I beg your pardon it was never a country club, just the Airman's club, the NCO
club and the Officer's club... <grin>
<snip *more* rant>
> DAWGIE, settling down peacfully after having a fit . . . . . . .
Gracias,
On Thu, 14 Feb 2002 16:00:24 -0500 (EST) Roger Books
> <books@jumpspace.net> writes:
Only in Spain, Australia, New Zealand......
Or however that 'axis' satire web page goes....
Don M said:
> I think you and Ron are the guys that walked 10 miles to school
After getting up at 3:30 in the morning to slop the hogs, feed and milk the
cows, collect the eggs, bring in the firewood and start the fire, break
through the ice around the spring to get water and haul it back up to the
house. *Then* we walked ten miles to school, barefoot,
through snow that was chin deep--on a tall giraffe--and it was uphill
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> > Don M said:
I noted:
> > After getting up at 3:30 in the morning to slop the hogs, feed and
Don mumbled:
> I am so completely unworthy to stand in your shadow!
Of course, after school we went to work hauling bricks for a few hours, then
at 10pm came home (through snow, etc) and fed the cows (etc), then did
scrubbed the pots, shoveled the ashes from the stove and did other chores,
then it was time for homework, and so to bed around 2am.
(Actually my junior and senior years at high school *were* something like
that, except that I drove to school, and the cattle were Charolais beef so no
milking required).
LOL!
y 'all tell 'em!
the only thing y'all left out was having to deal with the cave bears, saber
tooth cats, and fuzzy elephants!
plus, learning how to chip flint in -120 degree weather sucked real bad
too. that wind just zipped right up under that fur kilt when a bod was
squatting on the ground!
> the only thing y'all left out was having to deal with the cave
You had fuzzy elephants? Jeez, we always wanted a fuzzy elephant but
could never find one. We heard they tasted good--although, in
comparison to our standard fare (Rock Soup), pretty much anything tasted good.
> plus, learning how to chip flint in -120 degree weather sucked real
You had flint, too? We only had slate, quartz and some granite. You can get a
pretty fair edge on quartz, with enough practice, and you can, sometimes, with
a great deal of effort, get enough of a spark to light tinder. But once it's
past about 60 below, it's a little late
to be learning--you should've already known how by then. Flint and
> At 11:23 PM -0500 14/2/2002, Laserlight wrote:
Lookshurey, looksurey laad
[poor imitation of ancient dialect of forefathers]
> We only had slate, quartz and some granite. You
60, 60! we couldn't even count in those days
> it's a little late
;-)
> On Thu, 14 Feb 2002, Laserlight wrote:
> Don M said:
You had a *school*?!? Dammit!! We had to build ours. And some jack-wipe
kept coming by every weekend and tearing down whatever we had gotten built up
that week.
Since I'm right in the middle of Return to Castle Wolfenstein, I'll have
to say that Hitler probably wanted the goodies so badly he'd fight through the
USSR to get them. RTcW is themed around the occult dabblings
of Himmler.
> Don M wrote:
> From: "Don M" <dmaddox1@hot.rr.com>
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> After getting up at 3:30 in the morning to slop the hogs, feed and
You got FIRE??? You were SO privileged!
Next thing you know, you'll tell me you got loose-leaf notebooks as
weapons against bears!
> You got FIRE??? You were SO privileged!
Well, yeah, but fire wasn't a privilege, just a matter of skill and patience.
You could wait for a windless day and strike two pieces of quartz together
until you got enough of a spark to light some utterly dry tinder, then build
it up from there. If you have the knack and perfect conditions, it rarely
takes more than a few hundred attempts. Not *much* more than a few hundred,
anyway. Of course, sometimes quartz fragments fly off at high velocity and
slice open your knee, arm, etc.
> Next thing you know, you'll tell me you got loose-leaf notebooks as
You had bears? As in bear steak, bear stew, bear gulyas, rocks fried in bear
fat? Bearskin kilts (not that we had many occasions that called for fancy
dress)?
> Some people had all the luck.
NSTRH: the Moonshine Capital of the World is Rocky Mount,
Virginia--which is down the mountain from, and much closer to a city
than, the place my folks live. When Dad goes on house calls, a 4WD is
obligatory--he had at least one patient for whom the directions
included "turn off the dirt road and follow the creek."
Sounds like one of my favorite novelty records: "When I was your age" by Weird
Al Yankovic
Donald Hosford
> Don M wrote:
> ----- Original Message -----
> On Sun, 17 Feb 2002, Donald Hosford wrote:
> Sounds like one of my favorite novelty records: "When I was your
Isn't there a Monty Python skit on a similar line?
Or is it in one of the movies? (Life of Brian?)
Either way...
Brian - yh728@victoria.tc.ca -
- http://warbard.iwarp.com/games.html -
> Donald Hosford
> Brian Burger wrote:
It was a skit.
That's kind of a long pause, amigo. Or is my computer acting up again?
Gracias,
ALIENS GOT ME-ALMOST!
i am retreating to a secure and uknown location to establish a resistance
group!
WATCH THE SKIES!
WATCH THE INTERNET!
PIECE KEEPERS NAMED MERC ARE TRYING TO TAKE CONTROL OF OUR SEX!
RUBBERY OCTOPOID ALIENS NAMED UN ARE BRANDISHING THEIR THEIR SUBSIDIARY ORGANS
AT US!
FULL THRUST AND WET THRUST ARE REALLY SECRET ALIENS CYBER DOMAINS!
OH, THE HORROR!
I have a sudden craving to go watch "Things to do in Denver when you're dead."
> At 07:36 AM 2/17/02 -0600, DAWGFACE47@webtv.net wrote:
> ALIENS GOT ME-ALMOST!
> Brian Burger wrote:
> Isn't there a Monty Python skit on a similar line?
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> Don M wrote:
> That one burned down fell over then sank in the swamp
Your names not Bruce? That's bound to cause some confusion, isn't it?
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> Don M wrote:
> There's nothing more dangerous than a wounded mosquito...
Tou know, I believe this is the silliest [thread] I've ever been in.
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> On Sun, 17 Feb 2002, Don M wrote:
> From: Brian Bilderback <bbilderback@hotmail.com>
Besides, if anyone objects, we'll just tell them that their mother was a
hamster and their father smelled of *elderberries*.
That'll shut them up.
Long live Python...
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> On Sun, 17 Feb 2002, Brian Burger wrote:
> On Sun, 17 Feb 2002, Don M wrote:
Just to stretch this out longer than it should......
Why does the little flap about the Canadian troops in their nice green combats
going to Afghanistan remind me of the Python skit "How Not To Be Seen"?
> > > Don M wrote:
Stop It! That's Silly.
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