Which nation are you, part 687

7 posts ยท Sep 19 2002 to Sep 20 2002

From: Tom B <kaladorn@g...>

Date: Thu, 19 Sep 2002 13:16:35 -0400

Subject: Which nation are you, part 687

Your platoon has been ordered to execute an attack which you, as an
experienced soldier and platoon commander, believe offers a high risk of
excessive casualties and a low likelihood of success. Your response to the
order is:

1. In a reasonable manner, raise your concerns. Express the factual basis for
your worries. If the concerns are allayed, accept the order. If the concerns
are ignored, consider escalating up the chain of command. If all else fails,
brew some tea and give the chaps the bad news. 2. Accept the order (orders are
orders and an Army is built on discipline), then convene with your senior NCOs
and work like die Teuffel to develop an attack plan which minimizes casualties
and enhances success odds. 3. Accept the order (the Commisar's sidearm resting
on your temple is a great incentive) and attempt to carry it out because
getting shot from the front by the enemy is at least more respectable than
getting shot in the back by the Commisar. 4. Call the commander some very
colourful things, speculate on the nature of his parentage, call into question
his intelligence, judgement, and personal sanitation habits. Then, after he
returns the favour, grumble, accept the order, and carry it out to the last
man. C'est la guerre. 5. Tell the commander he's a "bleedin' loony b*st*rd".
Then ask him how much beer's in it for the boys if they pull off the manouver.
If the offer is good enough, launch the attack. If not, tell him to shove it
and call back when he finds some more beer. 6. Accept the order, tell the
troops it is the Will of Allah, and be sure to stumble and be knocked
senseless early in the attack so as to delay proving the truth about the 72
virgins for another few years. 7. Examine the odds arrayed before you.
Conclude that the enemy does not stand a chance. Sharpen your curved knives
and smile. 8. Accept the order, as tradition demands. Diligently evolve the
most devious attack possible. Lead your men into battle wielding your sword as
honour requires. 9. Madre De Dios! This plan is insane. Phone your brother,
who is the General's adjutant and your cousin who works at Army HQ and get
them
to pressure your third-cousin (the General) to cancel this suicidal
attack. 10. Get a translator to explain the commander's order to make sure
there is no confusion. Then explain how your own restricted ROE prohibits such
offensive action outside certain specific demarkated zones, of which this is
not one. Then explain how your troops do not have the appropriate equipment or
training for this mission. Then explain that blue berets make excellent
targets. By the time all explanations are complete, the attack launch hour has
passed and the point is moot. 11. Yiiiiiiii'cha! The Hunt begins....... 12.
Having been created only for this explicit purpose, it would never occur to
you to question. Carry out your orders unconcerned about your survival. If you
survive, you will have outlived your
purpose and will be re-integrated into the protein supply chain
anyway.

From: Barry Cadwgan <bcadwgan@f...>

Date: Fri, 20 Sep 2002 07:29:48 +1000

Subject: Re: Which nation are you, part 687

> 5. Tell the commander he's a "bleedin' loony b*st*rd". Then ask him

Never forgetting to have previously stolen as many as possible additional
heavy weapons and SAWs from adjacent allied units...

From: Roger Burton West <roger@f...>

Date: Thu, 19 Sep 2002 22:40:38 +0100

Subject: Re: Which nation are you, part 687

> On Fri, Sep 20, 2002 at 07:29:48AM +1000, Barry Cadwgan wrote:

> Never forgetting to have previously stolen as many as possible

Sergeant: Where did you get that man-portable plasma howitzer, Private?

Private (defensively): I found it.

R

From: Barry Cadwgan <bcadwgan@f...>

Date: Fri, 20 Sep 2002 07:41:53 +1000

Subject: Re: Which nation are you, part 687

> On Fri, Sep 20, 2002 at 07:29:48AM +1000, Barry Cadwgan wrote:

Sergeant: Good work.

From: Ryan Gill <rmgill@m...>

Date: Thu, 19 Sep 2002 17:49:36 -0400

Subject: Re: Which nation are you, part 687

> At 7:41 AM +1000 9/20/02, Barry Cadwgan wrote:

Lt: Sgt, could you have Pvt Jones there "find" some more of those howitzers?

From: Laserlight <laserlight@q...>

Date: Thu, 19 Sep 2002 18:47:11 -0400

Subject: Re: Which nation are you, part 687

> >Never forgetting to have previously stolen as many as possible

"Okay, Murphy, fire your SAW at enemy infantry in the treeline." "Sarge, this
is Murphy, uh, we don't have a SAW, exactly." "You don't...what? Where is it?"
"We....lost it. Yeah, we lost it....night before last." Long pause. "Murphy,
this is Sarge. Knowing you as I do, I wonder, did you, just possibly, happen
to find, say, anything interesting while you were looking for your SAW?
Something that might have, shall we say, distracted you from the twenty two
hundred credits worth of government property that you were responsible for?"
"Well, funny you should ask that, Sarge, you know, now that you
mention it, we were billeted in with some panzergrens, and they've--"
"Murph, I ain't <deleted> got all day here."
"Well, Sarge, it didn't look like it belonged to anyone, see, and--"
"Murphy." "Right, Sarge, well, it's a plasma gun."
"A plas--Murphy, do you even know how to *use* a <deleted> plasma
gun?"
"Oh yeah, Sarge!  Trooper of Fortune had an article in--"
"Then will you **shut*up*and*<deleted>*shoot!"**

From: Izenberg, Noam <Noam.Izenberg@j...>

Date: Fri, 20 Sep 2002 07:44:16 -0400

Subject: Re: Which nation are you, part 687

From: "Laserlight" <laserlight@quixnet.net>

> Never forgetting to have previously stolen as many as possible
...
> "Murphy."

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