[ARCHIVED THREAD] - Competition time (Page 1 of 2)
Posted: 9/1/2010 2:44:35 AM EDT
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To win you must enter, and this isn't any old namby-pamby smallest group wins malarkey... To win this, we have to hear your best Walt story. It doesn't have to be one post, you can use subsequent posts to expand on your tales of epicness behind enemy lines etc, but you must not get into a bunfight with other wannabe walts, this is your chance to impress us so use it well and be as original (well as original as a Walt can be) In the event of a tie, the winner will be decided by a Walt-off  This competition closes at midnight on 15th Sept.  |
I organised the raid behind german lines in Norway to capture the heavy water from the hydro electric plant at Vemork, known as operation grouse ( or the raid on telemark for the uninitiated ). This was while I was in command of the SOE cause that nasty Adolf Hitler wanted to make abig bucket of sunshine. Still can't say too much cause I might break the copyright laws after the books and film was made
ETA Lumpy was also there as the Airbourne stealth UAV relaying real time info back to us on the ground. Being a european eagle owl she blended in well with the natives |
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Many years ago I used to work as a doorman in a particularly dreary nightclub in Cirencester. Just up the road is South Cerney which is the home of the Duke of Gloucester's Barracks and a large Royal Logistics Core base. It also serves as a transit camp, although as we were not embroiled in any Middle Eastern campaigns at the time; it didn't see nearly as much traffic as it currently does.
Whilst clock watching on a particularly quiet night in said nightclub; I and my oppo starting talking to some of the local girls. One of the girls proceeded to tell us with great pride about her boyfriend, who was a currently serving member of the army and who was at South Cerney Base. Naturally I asked which regiment he was serving in, at which point she went quiet and said she couldn't tell me. I instead asked how old he was, to the reply of "he's just turned 19". I then ventured a guess as to what his top secret regiment might be; picking the most obvious choice; the SAS. To which she replied (after a moments thought), "no, he's not - he's in the SBS". Naturally intrigued, I asked if he had "joined them straight from school?" to which she enthusiastically replied that he had. I then asked if he was just passing through South Cerney, only to be told that he had been there since she had known him; which was a couple of months. I felt compelled to ask the young lady what such a highly trained member of a elite, primarily coastal outfit would be doing at a land locked Logistics base (that doesn't even have it's own range) slap bang in the middle of the Cotswolds. Were they practicing counter terrorism drills on aircraft? HALO parachute jumps etc etc. To which she replied that they were training at the Cotswold water park (a local water skiing and sailing centre open to the public) a couple of miles from the base. At that point I decided it was against the best interests of national security to continue the discussion; in case I should accidentally compromise our young trooper and his ship mates - so I bid the fair maiden goodnight. |
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I am the bastard love child of Chuck Norris and Charles Bronson.
I was brought up on a diet of bullets and sour milk and tought to swallow grenades whole and poop them out at opportune moments..... like when I was captured by a North Vietnamiese Islamic fundamentalist called called Fuq Mi while out on patrol in the DMZ armed only with shoulder mounted quad M60s and 12,000 rounds of ammunition over my other shoulder. After a brief firefight where I killed an entire NVA division, I heard somone saying "Come to Charlie" and thinking it was one of my dad's I walked into the wrong type of "Charlie"........ fortunately I had secreted my K-Bar and 16 frag grenades up my arse wand was able after much straining and digging to poop out the knife......I then got on my knees and formed a human ass-mortar.... quickly jerry rigged a jump line from my ballsack to my ricker and fired the grenades out to a range of over 1000 yards, catching the grenade pins on my jump line as they went...... Amid the confusion and fear generated by my ass-mortar I was able to snarl and kill another NVA division with my Knife before fashioning an 800cc Jetski out of a fallen log and escaping down the river. By the time I was 16 I had fought my way through school. I was always absent according to the register, but that was cos I was so stealthy that nobody ever knew I was there. It was about this time that I was called upon by the SAS who needed me to steal a Soviet aircraft that flew by thought processes...... it was called the GoogleBird. The SAS were just too slow and didn't have the battle hardened skills of a 16 year old milky bar kid lookalike. I was a little concerned at first about my ability to fly an aeroplane controlled by thought processes..... as being 16 all I could think about was guns and tits. The real fear was that I would simply fly the thing down into a russian village and shoot all the birds with big tits.....However I had a plan. TBC |
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Many years ago ( I was a fresh faced young trooper of 29yrs ) and freshly badged as a fully fledged member of 29 Rgt Specialist Air Service, I was summoned into the OIC's office. He explained to me that they were having a bit of trouble at South Cerney ( which is as you probably know is the home of the Duke of Gloucester's Barracks and a large Royal Logistics Core base ) Of course that was a clever bit of deception. It was in fact the very hub of our ops in the middle east. But I digress.
Anyway, the OIC told briefed me that Maddas Hussein ( the less famous of the Hussein family ) had sent his top sleeper to infiltrate the base and instigate a nefarious bit of obfuscation. I nodded knowingly whilst making a mental note to look up the words "nefarious" and "obfuscation" as I was fucked if I knew what they were. I was also unsure how a terrorist could do much damage if they were asleep all the time but I digress again. Anyway before I know it, I am sent to South Cerney disguised as a new member of the RCT. My cover was that I had joined straight from school and I had now just turned 19yo. Easy enough when you have the very young but handsome in a rugged sort of way looks I possess. Now, my target ( or "tango" as us operators call them - and dont even get me started on that fizzy drinks company copying our "youve been tango'd" catchphrase ) was an English girl cunningly brainwashed and given the code name "Lucy Lastic". So naturally I proceeded to use standard operating procedures for this mission - very much in the style of James Bond ( they pretty much styled him on me ) - and gave her a darned good seeing to. The intention being of course, to pump her thoroughly, for information. And hopefully she would spill the beans before I shot my load. Alas, its at this point that I have to admit that she was a worthier opponent than I gave her credit for. At one point in the proceedings, she had me distracted and I blew my cover. She knew I was not RCT. She had noticed the small scar in my left thigh where they had implanted the GPS tracker ( yes, yes, we had them ages before anyone had even heard of GPS ) At least I think that what gave me away because she never even glanced at the winged dagger tattoo on my back. Nor my regimental tie neither. But, again I digress. She blurted out "You are special forces" !! At this moment, caught on the hop whilst on the job, I had to think quickly. I remembered the OIC reminding me "Pike, whatever you do, dont tell Lucy Lastic your name. And dont tell her you are SAS" !!! In a matter of seconds I formulated a cunning plan. I told her I was SBS. Aha, clever eh ?? You see, give me problems I give you solutions. Worked a treat - my cover was intact and the Tango was like putty in my hands. Of course now I had to keep up this facade and promptly arranged some Spec Ops training at Cotswold water park (a local water skiing and sailing centre open to the public) a couple of miles from the base. Anyway, to cut a long story quiet, after months of thoroughly pumping this Tango for information I became totally trusted and infiltrated the inner rectum ( or is that sanctum, always confusing those two ) of Maddas Hussein's terrorist network. I lit up their entire base with lasers ( green ones - much better than white light - more tactical )and called in my good mate Captain FlashHeart of the RAF who gave them the good news as they say. Thence off to Buck House for tea and medals with Her Maj. Tell you what though, this happy ending could have ended in tears oh so easily. Turns out that the Tango was almost compromised by an MI5 operative ( there was some rivalry between "box" and us at the time with them always trying to nosey into our ops ) who was infiltrated as a Bouncer at a nearby nightclub "The Blue Oyster Bar".............................................but thats another story for a "dark night" ( ahem cough ) sometime. |
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I can tell you that some Brits did see action in nam , yer that's right . me and some CIA boys spent some time down in finethong in the soucklong province , it was hot and wet and stunk like momasons flip flop , but work needed to be done , my call sign was orange ,,,,, agent orange. i don't think i have ever been so deep the bush , and why had we gone into that shithole ? , to find biglongone the leader of the hunglow tribe , he would be the key to winning this war . da choppa was shot down in deepcack valley and we had to hump are way out ( i would have tabbed but was out voted by the yanks ) , we headed north , further north that anyone had gone before , only 12 hour in and had our first contact , only this time , we had no backup , out numbered 87 to 1 , i charged with nothing but my knife , it was a big long one , and pointy too . the enemy fell back into some caves and we fucked off , real fast . 2 days later we entered the camp of the hunglow tribe , but it was empty , only a few dead VC and a copy of Penthouse , we pushed on, all the way to the arewethereyet province , and set up camp and waited for biglongone . the mission was a shot , just one shot, on one man , it could end the war , but who , without biglongone we had no idea . i made some tea and waited , biglongone showed up early the next day and told us of the plan , it was mad , mad i say , we had lost most of our kit in the choppa and had no scoped rifle , we had some more tea , cos everything is better after some tea . we pushed further north and the snow started to fall , lucky for me i had packed by blue Regatta jacket (the one with the zip in fleece liner ). as we came to youfuckednow valley i could see the compound of the target , we will call him bob , the shot would have to be taken at well over 1 mile and the best gun we had for the job was a bar15 ( we lost all the good stuff on the choppa , remember  ).as i was the best shot ( cos my mum said ) i readied myself and took aim , i held over 2 1/2 trees and gave it 3 huts for the wind and let the shot go ,boom , whooosh , splatttt , bob was gone only his boot remained. lets go , shouted one of the yanks , he had nicked some bikes and we made off as best we could , all the way back to the border . what did i get you ask ?, for the job no man would do ? an onion |
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*When I was seconded to the Royal engineers from the SF unit of the cubs in the early 70's* we had a little jolly in the States where the Navy SEALS are trained.
One night a group of us went for some beers in the local watering hole which was frequented by the SEALS. The place was heaving & spotting an empty table I placed my drink on it, not really noticing the pissed off looking knuckle draggers sitting around it. Hey, buddy, this table is for SEALS only I was told by one of the occupants of the table as he knocked my drink onto the floor. At this my mates had my back & we in true squaddie fashion were up for it. Another drink was placed on the table & some big MF got up & spat in my face ' Navy Seals only'. At this point my mate who was a big lad himself, but on the lardy side like, replied 'oh yeah well I'm a Navy Whale' & twatted the MF with a head butt. As you can imagine the place went bar room brawl city & a good time was had by all. Next morning on the parade ground we were all trying to hide various injuries when the CO came past & said, with a wink' I don't know if any of you were involved in hospitalising several SEALS last night, but bloody good show'. Andy. * may not be true,* but I laughed when I real squaddie told me the story.
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Quoted: You really haven't got the hang of this Walting, have you? *When I was seconded to the Royal engineers from the SF unit of the cubs in the early 70's* we had a little jolly in the States where the Navy SEALS are trained. One night a group of us went for some beers in the local watering hole which was frequented by the SEALS. The place was heaving & spotting an empty table I placed my drink on it, not really noticing the pissed off looking knuckle draggers sitting around it. Hey, buddy, this table is for SEALS only I was told by one of the occupants of the table as he knocked my drink onto the floor. At this my mates had my back & we in true squaddie fashion were up for it. Another drink was placed on the table & some big MF got up & spat in my face ' Navy Seals only'. At this point my mate who was a big lad himself, but on the lardy side like, replied 'oh yeah well I'm a Navy Whale' & twatted the MF with a head butt. As you can imagine the place went bar room brawl city & a good time was had by all. Next morning on the parade ground we were all trying to hide various injuries when the CO came past & said, with a wink' I don't know if any of you were involved in hospitalising several SEALS last night, but bloody good show'. Andy. * may not be true,* but I laughed when I real squaddie told me the story.  |
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You really haven't got the hang of this Walting, have you? *When I was seconded to the Royal engineers from the SF unit of the cubs in the early 70's* we had a little jolly in the States where the Navy SEALS are trained. One night a group of us went for some beers in the local watering hole which was frequented by the SEALS. The place was heaving & spotting an empty table I placed my drink on it, not really noticing the pissed off looking knuckle draggers sitting around it. Hey, buddy, this table is for SEALS only I was told by one of the occupants of the table as he knocked my drink onto the floor. At this my mates had my back & we in true squaddie fashion were up for it. Another drink was placed on the table & some big MF got up & spat in my face ' Navy Seals only'. At this point my mate who was a big lad himself, but on the lardy side like, replied 'oh yeah well I'm a Navy Whale' & twatted the MF with a head butt. As you can imagine the place went bar room brawl city & a good time was had by all. Next morning on the parade ground we were all trying to hide various injuries when the CO came past & said, with a wink' I don't know if any of you were involved in hospitalising several SEALS last night, but bloody good show'. Andy. * may not be true,* but I laughed when I real squaddie told me the story.
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I joined the military from school and after passing the Parachute Regiment selection and the All Arms Commando course simultaneously and I became the first man to wear two different regimental badges on his uniform.
Obviously the powers that be recognized my potential and so it was decided that I should serve with all of the branches of the special forces, training them and teaching them all of my expertise in marksmanship, hand to hand combat, bomb disposal, nuclear weapon handling, drinking and pulling women. I would say more; but I’m not supposed to talk about it. I first came to the public’s attention when I was seen on the balcony of the Iranian embassy throwing a concussion grenade during the siege. I had offered to do the job with just Lofty as back up. However my CO felt that it would be unfair on the other lads after all the hard work they had put in. I comforted myself with the fact that I slotted more terrorists than anyone else even though I had actually shot weak shoulder to give the others a chance. I would say more; but I’m not supposed to talk about it. When the first gulf war kicked off, Margaret Thatcher herself telephoned me to make sure that I was free. I told her I’d be happy to go in and kill Saddam single-handedly. She thanked me for my bravery; but said that it would upset the Americans if they didn’t get to slot him. I would say more; but I’m not supposed to talk about it. Instead Maggie, as I called her, (I would say more; but I’m not supposed to talk about it) tasked me with finding and killing the chief of the Iraqi SCUD missile regiment, one Colonel Mohammad Donna Kebab. Colonel Kebab was a master of disguise and MI5 and the CIA had no picture of him on record. Undiscouraged I told Maggie to consider the job done and that I would be leaving in the morning. At 05.45 BST the following day I began my mission. High over the Iraqi desert I was dropped from the bomb bay of a B52 with my trusty M16A2 at my side, using my own civilian parachute. Which incidentally is a Union Jack – they used a copy in the James Bond film as a tribute to my bravery; but that’s another story; I would say more; but I’m not supposed to talk about it. Once I had landed in the desert; I quickly camel-jacked a local, before burying his body in the sand, along with my parachute and setting off for the SCUD regiments regional HQ. Upon arriving at SCUD HQ; I quick slotted a guard with my knife before donning his uniform and taking a look about. Once inside it became clear that Colonel Kebab was not in situ, so I decided to lay up in the desert to await his return. Quickly fashioning an OP (that’s Observation Post for you non-military types - I would say more; but I’m not supposed to talk about it) I sat and waited. After two days of pissing and shitting in my trousers as to avoid giving away my position. I decided that different tactics were needed to get the job done. Dispensing with the “shoot and scoot” tactics normally used by the SF (that’s Special Forces for you non-military types - I would say more; but I’m not supposed to talk about it); I decided to use a tactic that I had developed myself as a diversion – “shoot and shoot”. This can only be done by a specially trained elite sniper and involves slotting every single enemy within a 3 mile radius. I silently snuck up with ten feet of one of the guards before opening up on full auto with my trusty M16A2 (I called her Betsy - I would say more; but I’m not supposed to talk about it). Within five minutes of the firefight starting, I had slotted 28 Iraqi soldiers including two Captains and a Major, a Hind Attack helicopter and a T-55 main battle tank. I then put the second part of my plan into action. Leaving 5 Iraqi conscripts alive; I then proceeded to surrender. In order to make it believable and so they wouldn’t smell a trap, I shot myself twice in the leg and stabbed myself in the arm with my survival knife (it was the same one they used in the film First Blood; as a tribute to my bravery; I would say more; but I’m not supposed to talk about it). Sure enough they bought it and after giving me a bit of a kicking; they dragged me away for torture and interrogation. I figured that if I held out for long enough; they would call the top man, Colonel M Kebab to interrogate me personally. Using techniques that I was taught at Hereford (I would say more; but I’m not supposed to talk about it), I entered a seventh level Yogic Kung Fu trance making me completely impervious to pain. After 3 days and night of torture involving ice-picks, electric shocks, beatings and Japanese water torture; the soldiers gave up trying to make me talk. Sure enough, just like I planned, the top man decided to take on the interrogation himself. I waited him to finish his introduction and to tell me how much he respected me as an enemy before I sprang into action. I quickly freed myself and dispatched the guards using my special “Quart of Blood” technique; whereby you can make a quart of blood fall out of a person; I would say more; but I’m not supposed to talk about it. That just left Colonel Kebab and me and we squared off old school style. In the blink of an eye he pulled out a huge knife and said “prepare to die, British Special Forces person” to which I replied “no chance old son”. Before you could say “Steven Seagal” the two of us were engaged in a fight to the death. After letting him slash me a couple of times to lure him into a false sense of security; I used a parry and strike technique that I taught Chuck Norris in 1985 (I would say more; but I’m not supposed to talk about it). Stepping inside his attempted lunge I literally punched the moustache off of his face. I quickly picked up the dropped knife and after sticking my thumb in his eye, plunged it through the top of his skull (this fight scene would later be recreated in the film “Under Siege” as a tribute to my bravery; I would say more; but I’m not supposed to talk about it). Mission complete, I had to make my escape. Unfortunately all of the commotion had alerted the guards, who I could hear charging down the corridor. Without pausing for a second I quickly grabbed Betsy and gave them the good news. After slotting 15 guards and a chemical weapons scientist who was visiting the HQ; I sprinted towards the exit. As I approached the main door to the bunker a guard threw a grenade. Using my lightening reactions and a technique that was taught to me by members of the Delta Force (I would say more – I’m sure you understand); I removed the detonator before it could explode before clubbing the guard to death with now defused grenade. Once outside I quickly slotted 5 more guards, including three sergeants and a RSM, before stealing a mobile SCUD launcher that was parked outside. Deciding that the bunker system must be destroyed I drove the launcher at full speed into the SCUD HQ. Crashing into the concrete structure I quickly wired the SCUD missile to explode on a 30 second timer and decided to make good my escape. After slotting another dozen guards, including a Major, 4 lieutenants, the chief of the Iraqi Airforce and Saddam’s brother in law; I stole a Hind attack helicopter and headed for the Syrian border. The effect of my mission completely unsettled Saddam and he quickly decided that rather than face me he had no choice but to retreat from Kuwait back to Iraq and surrender. Once back in the UK, Maggie insisted that I be given one of every medal that British Army awards as a small token of gratitude for my bravery. However because my mission was so top secret, I wasn’t allowed to take them home with me and so it was decided that they would be kept at Hereford so that other members of the British Special Forces could go and view them and remember how brave I was. Once Maggie left office, it was decided that I was too dangerous a man to continue to serving in the British Army. Instead I was told to take a job working in the filling station at Tesco and live in secret. However I was to remain ready in case they ever had another mission that was too dangerous for the Navy SEALS (I would say more; but I’m not supposed to talk about it.) |
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I joined the military from school and after passing the Parachute Regiment selection and the All Arms Commando course simultaneously and I became the first man to wear two different regimental badges on his uniform. Now you've tripped up right away as we all know that it was Monty who was the first man to wear two different regimental badges on his uniform.
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| After our successful attempt at destroying the heavy water plant in norway, Lumpy my trusted aerial observation post and me were tasked with another mission. It was said that the boers were having a bit of trouble with the Zulus and we were to assist theboers in beating the Zulus at Rourkes Drift. Again with Lumpy relaying intel real time Micheal Caine me mate who was also there, and me single handedly dropped all the assaulting Zulus with just a catapult and handful of stones. Lumpy was using biochemical weapons airside which are very effective let me tell you especially after she's been eating rabbit! The whole event only took ten minutes and we suffered no casualties. The Zulu body count was so high I had to hire in a D9 Caterpillar blade to bury them all. I would continue but I feel anothermission coming on............ |
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I joined the military from school and after passing the Parachute Regiment selection and the All Arms Commando course simultaneously and I became the first man to wear two different regimental badges on his uniform. Now you've tripped up right away as we all know that it was Monty who was the first man to wear two different regimental badges on his uniform. And the M16A2 only has 3 round burst - I thought mistakes were the hallmark of any good walt? |
| Anyway continuing on....... Another mission I undertook was when HM The Queen called me on my mobile and asked if I wouldn't mind asking the Argies to vacate from the Falkland Islands. Naturally I accepted and was airdropped over the Islands after flying nonstop from my own landing strip in my back garden in a microlight that Bond was gonna have but had a cold so couldn't make it. Anyhow, Q explained how it worked and off I went, good old Lumpy flew wingman and managed to take out some airbourne early warning albatrosses that would have got in our way. Still once I parachuted out at 150000feet passing James May in a U2 on the way down (and he videoed it - honest), I landed on Tumbledown and captured it with nothing more than a swiss army knife and a spoon. Only took half an hour, even managed to blag a few FN's. So off I went taping 4 Fals together with duct tape and setting the fire selector on auto, and regained all of the north island. By the time the Argies heard I was coming they flew the white flag of surrender. Naturally being a secret squirrel, I couldn't be seen (the black line over the face plays havoc with my sight), so I handed the surrender details over to some other British Officer. Meanwhile, RN Submariner was waiting offshore in his underwater boat thingy to whisk me back to blighty in just over an hour, but he can't say any of this happened because of the OSA. Anyway while I was being driven in the underwater boat thingy (which must never be mentioned cause its secret) I got a call on the moby again, this time from............ Ah thats another story..... |
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How to spot an "Operator"..........
1, When he shoots privately at a club or competition, he will always get mediocre scores. This mantains his cover. Best not to give the game away by banging in his usual .3 MOA with iron sighted assault rifles etc 2, Again, when shooting privately he will occasionaly deliberately have a jam and then get flustered while trying to clear it. Nothing blows your cover quicker than instantly dropping your jammed "long"to your side and going for pistol ( Sig 226 natch, though being old skool I often prefer to use the HP ) when in a competition at Bisley. Same goes for rapid fluid malfunction clearing drills - just blows your cover and marks you out as a proficient operator with skills honed to a razor sharp edge. 3, Usually a background in the military or law enforcement and left under vague circumstances. This is particularly relevant to the deniable operator. Or "K's" as we call them. 4, Will change his appearance monthly - long hair sometimes, short hair other times, bearded sometimes and then clean shaven other times. 5, Will change his online identity frequently. 6, Will have several name changes in the real world too. In fact operators often forget what their original surname was !! 7, When off roading, will get "stuck" and need winching out. Of course he is not really stuck - just mantaining that amatuer look which protects his cover. 8, Can down copious amounts of Bushmills and still manage to pronounce "Tiocfaidh ar la" perfectly. 9, Will always have the classic "Clannad" tune "Theme from Harrys Game" as their mobile ringtone. Source - Special forces, Operators, and Deniables - by Andy McNob, published in paperback by penguin and available at all good pound shops. So, just look around and find someone who matches all the criteria and you have a winner. Just saying........................................
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The seasoned operator gets used to getting the best kit for the job.
One never sees my old colleagues in the Specialist Air Service and the Specialist Boat Serial using issue weapons carried by Green army. No, they get a free hand in weapons and kit choice. However, this can cause problems for the operator when it comes to his hobby shooting. very often he will reject the offer of a standard rifle and insist on one which is built to his own mission specific criteria. This causes consternation in the gunplumbers who sometimes dont understand that they are dealing with an operator rather than a civillian. Just saying.............................. 
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Quoted: All gone very quiet. Or is it like EBAY with loads of "watchers" waiting to get in at the very last moment ?? last moment. yer you could say that , the bombers were loaded and ready for take off , we had no time left to wait for the rest of the chaps . it was down to me and my mate , smudge . we charged down the hill in the pinkie and bust the gate open , with the vickers spitting fire as we drove down the line of bombers , boom after boom we lit the fuckers up , one full lap and back out the gate we went . had we finished ? hell no we just stopped for a reload , then went right back in to hit the last two . the good old days ,  |
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Quoted: Quoted: All gone very quiet. Or is it like EBAY with loads of "watchers" waiting to get in at the very last moment ?? last moment. yer you could say that , the bombers were loaded and ready for take off , we had no time left to wait for the rest of the chaps . it was down to me and my mate , smudge . we charged down the hill in the pinkie and bust the gate open , with the vickers spitting fire as we drove down the line of bombers , boom after boom we lit the fuckers up , one full lap and back out the gate we went . had we finished ? hell no we just stopped for a reload , then went right back in to hit the last two . the good old days ,  I don't remember you being there |
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Quoted: Quoted: Quoted: All gone very quiet. Or is it like EBAY with loads of "watchers" waiting to get in at the very last moment ?? last moment. yer you could say that , the bombers were loaded and ready for take off , we had no time left to wait for the rest of the chaps . it was down to me and my mate , smudge . we charged down the hill in the pinkie and bust the gate open , with the vickers spitting fire as we drove down the line of bombers , boom after boom we lit the fuckers up , one full lap and back out the gate we went . had we finished ? hell no we just stopped for a reload , then went right back in to hit the last two . the good old days , I don't remember you being there Smudge ,,, is that you |
| I'd love to play but there's not much I can talk about. All I can say is that I still wear the ol' blue stable belt to remind me of that last guy I couldn't save. It doesn't matter that I got the other 35 out safely, I still feel the guilt of leaving a man down. It wasn't their fault, they were just the regular "Them", that kind of job was way beyond their training and they shouldn't have been sent. I still feel angry about it even now, even though I managed to get everything squared away five-by-five before calling in the "helo fairies" to light up what little I'd left of the compound. |
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I'd love to play but there's not much I can talk about. All I can say is that I still wear the ol' blue stable belt to remind me of that last guy I couldn't save. It doesn't matter that I got the other 35 out safely, I still feel the guilt of leaving a man down. It wasn't their fault, they were just the regular "Them", that kind of job was way beyond their training and they shouldn't have been sent. I still feel angry about it even now, even though I managed to get everything squared away five-by-five before calling in the "helo fairies" to light up what little I'd left of the compound. Hi, this post was pointed out to me by someone who keeps an eye out for... interesting stuff. First I'd like to thank you for your service. I think I might know some of the people you helped, it's a small world in some... lines of "business". In fact I think I might know who you are if you want to send me a private message. I think I might have seen you at one of the... "conferences"... out in "fun city". There was a good reason to notice you there. If you're who you say you are, and what you say you are, you'll know what I mean. |
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I'd love to play but there's not much I can talk about. All I can say is that I still wear the ol' blue stable belt to remind me of that last guy I couldn't save. It doesn't matter that I got the other 35 out safely, I still feel the guilt of leaving a man down. It wasn't their fault, they were just the regular "Them", that kind of job was way beyond their training and they shouldn't have been sent. I still feel angry about it even now, even though I managed to get everything squared away five-by-five before calling in the "helo fairies" to light up what little I'd left of the compound. Hi, this post was pointed out to me by someone who keeps an eye out for... interesting stuff. First I'd like to thank you for your service. I think I might know some of the people you helped, it's a small world in some... lines of "business". In fact I think I might know who you are if you want to send me a private message. I think I might have seen you at one of the... "conferences"... out in "fun city". There was a good reason to notice you there. If you're who you say you are, and what you say you are, you'll know what I mean. That was unexpected, but yeah I think I know why you'd remember. I couldn't just sit back and let the guy do the demo that way. The real world is nothing like training at the "playschool" and he was going to hurt himself, and maybe a few others. You never need that much C4, unless you're smoking out the tunnels around the 17th parallel  If they gave you the invite then I guess you and me might have been in the same business. I'm looking forward to your PM.
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I'd love to play but there's not much I can talk about. All I can say is that I still wear the ol' blue stable belt to remind me of that last guy I couldn't save. It doesn't matter that I got the other 35 out safely, I still feel the guilt of leaving a man down. It wasn't their fault, they were just the regular "Them", that kind of job was way beyond their training and they shouldn't have been sent. I still feel angry about it even now, even though I managed to get everything squared away five-by-five before calling in the "helo fairies" to light up what little I'd left of the compound. Hi, this post was pointed out to me by someone who keeps an eye out for... interesting stuff. First I'd like to thank you for your service. I think I might know some of the people you helped, it's a small world in some... lines of "business". In fact I think I might know who you are if you want to send me a private message. I think I might have seen you at one of the... "conferences"... out in "fun city". There was a good reason to notice you there. If you're who you say you are, and what you say you are, you'll know what I mean. That was unexpected, but yeah I think I know why you'd remember. I couldn't just sit back and let the guy do the demo that way. The real world is nothing like training at the "playschool" and he was going to hurt himself, and maybe a few others. You never need that much C4, unless you're smoking out the tunnels around the 17th parallel If they gave you the invite then I guess you and me might have been in the same business. I'm looking forward to your PM.I heard they sent a few people out there to teach the Yanks how to play hardball but I thought that was only a rumour. It's good to know we've got heroes like you watching over us, God Bless Britain!  Keep up the good work. I've decided not to send that private message because of PERSEC, you know the drill, and I reckon I know for sure who you are now. If you can't trust a guy with a chest of medals, who can you trust Picking up both the Order of the Nile and the עיטור הגבורה from the same engagement is just awe inspiring. Pass on my regards to the guys putting their lives on the line every day
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I'd love to play but there's not much I can talk about. All I can say is that I still wear the ol' blue stable belt to remind me of that last guy I couldn't save. It doesn't matter that I got the other 35 out safely, I still feel the guilt of leaving a man down. It wasn't their fault, they were just the regular "Them", that kind of job was way beyond their training and they shouldn't have been sent. I still feel angry about it even now, even though I managed to get everything squared away five-by-five before calling in the "helo fairies" to light up what little I'd left of the compound. Hi, this post was pointed out to me by someone who keeps an eye out for... interesting stuff. First I'd like to thank you for your service. I think I might know some of the people you helped, it's a small world in some... lines of "business". In fact I think I might know who you are if you want to send me a private message. I think I might have seen you at one of the... "conferences"... out in "fun city". There was a good reason to notice you there. If you're who you say you are, and what you say you are, you'll know what I mean. That was unexpected, but yeah I think I know why you'd remember. I couldn't just sit back and let the guy do the demo that way. The real world is nothing like training at the "playschool" and he was going to hurt himself, and maybe a few others. You never need that much C4, unless you're smoking out the tunnels around the 17th parallel If they gave you the invite then I guess you and me might have been in the same business. I'm looking forward to your PM.I heard they sent a few people out there to teach the Yanks how to play hardball but I thought that was only a rumour. It's good to know we've got heroes like you watching over us, God Bless Britain! Keep up the good work. I've decided not to send that private message because of PERSEC, you know the drill, and I reckon I know for sure who you are now. If you can't trust a guy with a chest of medals, who can you trust Picking up both the Order of the Nile and the עיטור הגבורה from the same engagement is just awe inspiring. Pass on my regards to the guys putting their lives on the line every day Yeah well, the medals aren't important. Purple hearts get given away with cornflake packets in this game, I've not got room for any more. I'll pass on my regards at the next meet-up but I don't head down that way much these days. I'm currently working on improving security protocols at one of the largest population-centric gathering and trading centers in the UK. Every day I'm standing between the innocent citizen and the denizens of the dark waiting to bring their world down, but if you've been in "the job" you know it's something we just get on with, we don't need (or want) people to know what steps we take to keep them free and safe. I'm trying to bring in every skill I ever learned on the job but it's tough, obviously we're limited on kit so we don't scare the sheeple. Hell, I'm still having problems sourcing some new lightweights, most places only go up to 50" waist. We've been running breaching practice using bluetack and liquorice laces so we're ready in case we need to put things five by five again. We just need to get the management to sort out the paperwork on the real stuff but you know desk-jockies, they just don't "get it". Spineless bastards. |
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I'd love to play but there's not much I can talk about. All I can say is that I still wear the ol' blue stable belt to remind me of that last guy I couldn't save. It doesn't matter that I got the other 35 out safely, I still feel the guilt of leaving a man down. It wasn't their fault, they were just the regular "Them", that kind of job was way beyond their training and they shouldn't have been sent. I still feel angry about it even now, even though I managed to get everything squared away five-by-five before calling in the "helo fairies" to light up what little I'd left of the compound. Hi, this post was pointed out to me by someone who keeps an eye out for... interesting stuff. First I'd like to thank you for your service. I think I might know some of the people you helped, it's a small world in some... lines of "business". In fact I think I might know who you are if you want to send me a private message. I think I might have seen you at one of the... "conferences"... out in "fun city". There was a good reason to notice you there. If you're who you say you are, and what you say you are, you'll know what I mean. That was unexpected, but yeah I think I know why you'd remember. I couldn't just sit back and let the guy do the demo that way. The real world is nothing like training at the "playschool" and he was going to hurt himself, and maybe a few others. You never need that much C4, unless you're smoking out the tunnels around the 17th parallel If they gave you the invite then I guess you and me might have been in the same business. I'm looking forward to your PM.I heard they sent a few people out there to teach the Yanks how to play hardball but I thought that was only a rumour. It's good to know we've got heroes like you watching over us, God Bless Britain! Keep up the good work. I've decided not to send that private message because of PERSEC, you know the drill, and I reckon I know for sure who you are now. If you can't trust a guy with a chest of medals, who can you trust Picking up both the Order of the Nile and the עיטור הגבורה from the same engagement is just awe inspiring. Pass on my regards to the guys putting their lives on the line every day Yeah well, the medals aren't important. Purple hearts get given away with cornflake packets in this game, I've not got room for any more. I'll pass on my regards at the next meet-up but I don't head down that way much these days. I'm currently working on improving security protocols at one of the largest population-centric gathering and trading centers in the UK. Every day I'm standing between the innocent citizen and the denizens of the dark waiting to bring their world down, but if you've been in "the job" you know it's something we just get on with, we don't need (or want) people to know what steps we take to keep them free and safe. I'm trying to bring in every skill I ever learned on the job but it's tough, obviously we're limited on kit so we don't scare the sheeple. Hell, I'm still having problems sourcing some new lightweights, most places only go up to 50" waist. We've been running breaching practice using bluetack and liquorice laces so we're ready in case we need to put things five by five again. We just need to get the management to sort out the paperwork on the real stuff but you know desk-jockies, they just don't "get it". Spineless bastards. I have to ask, I hope you don't mind, but is it true you got the RNMSM as well? |
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I'd love to play but there's not much I can talk about. All I can say is that I still wear the ol' blue stable belt to remind me of that last guy I couldn't save. It doesn't matter that I got the other 35 out safely, I still feel the guilt of leaving a man down. It wasn't their fault, they were just the regular "Them", that kind of job was way beyond their training and they shouldn't have been sent. I still feel angry about it even now, even though I managed to get everything squared away five-by-five before calling in the "helo fairies" to light up what little I'd left of the compound. Hi, this post was pointed out to me by someone who keeps an eye out for... interesting stuff. First I'd like to thank you for your service. I think I might know some of the people you helped, it's a small world in some... lines of "business". In fact I think I might know who you are if you want to send me a private message. I think I might have seen you at one of the... "conferences"... out in "fun city". There was a good reason to notice you there. If you're who you say you are, and what you say you are, you'll know what I mean. That was unexpected, but yeah I think I know why you'd remember. I couldn't just sit back and let the guy do the demo that way. The real world is nothing like training at the "playschool" and he was going to hurt himself, and maybe a few others. You never need that much C4, unless you're smoking out the tunnels around the 17th parallel If they gave you the invite then I guess you and me might have been in the same business. I'm looking forward to your PM.I heard they sent a few people out there to teach the Yanks how to play hardball but I thought that was only a rumour. It's good to know we've got heroes like you watching over us, God Bless Britain! Keep up the good work. I've decided not to send that private message because of PERSEC, you know the drill, and I reckon I know for sure who you are now. If you can't trust a guy with a chest of medals, who can you trust Picking up both the Order of the Nile and the עיטור הגבורה from the same engagement is just awe inspiring. Pass on my regards to the guys putting their lives on the line every day Yeah well, the medals aren't important. Purple hearts get given away with cornflake packets in this game, I've not got room for any more. I'll pass on my regards at the next meet-up but I don't head down that way much these days. I'm currently working on improving security protocols at one of the largest population-centric gathering and trading centers in the UK. Every day I'm standing between the innocent citizen and the denizens of the dark waiting to bring their world down, but if you've been in "the job" you know it's something we just get on with, we don't need (or want) people to know what steps we take to keep them free and safe. I'm trying to bring in every skill I ever learned on the job but it's tough, obviously we're limited on kit so we don't scare the sheeple. Hell, I'm still having problems sourcing some new lightweights, most places only go up to 50" waist. We've been running breaching practice using bluetack and liquorice laces so we're ready in case we need to put things five by five again. We just need to get the management to sort out the paperwork on the real stuff but you know desk-jockies, they just don't "get it". Spineless bastards. I have to ask, I hope you don't mind, but is it true you got the RNMSM as well? I can't really talk too much about that stuff, OPSEC and everything, but... well, let's just say we never expected Jerry to invent floating machinegun bunkers. You'd have thought that in a boat full of Royal Marine Commandos there'd be someone with the bottle to take it out. I ended up taking a dip and surfacing right up behind them. I never wanted it to get so up close and personal but I couldn't fit a grenade belt over the waterwings, so all I could carry was a knife between my teeth. Thank God there was only a dozen or so of their SpecOps guys to take out or I'd have needed to bring a bigger knife! I didn't really want the medal, the knowledge that those kids would survive to see another day was enough, but the top brass said it was good for moral if I accepted. I can't really go into details about the whole affair though, it was a lot of work to keep it out of the media. The public need to sleep safe in their beds at night, while we handle the nightmares for them! If you know what I mean then you'll "know" what I "mean"
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I'd love to play but there's not much I can talk about. All I can say is that I still wear the ol' blue stable belt to remind me of that last guy I couldn't save. It doesn't matter that I got the other 35 out safely, I still feel the guilt of leaving a man down. It wasn't their fault, they were just the regular "Them", that kind of job was way beyond their training and they shouldn't have been sent. I still feel angry about it even now, even though I managed to get everything squared away five-by-five before calling in the "helo fairies" to light up what little I'd left of the compound. Hi, this post was pointed out to me by someone who keeps an eye out for... interesting stuff. First I'd like to thank you for your service. I think I might know some of the people you helped, it's a small world in some... lines of "business". In fact I think I might know who you are if you want to send me a private message. I think I might have seen you at one of the... "conferences"... out in "fun city". There was a good reason to notice you there. If you're who you say you are, and what you say you are, you'll know what I mean. That was unexpected, but yeah I think I know why you'd remember. I couldn't just sit back and let the guy do the demo that way. The real world is nothing like training at the "playschool" and he was going to hurt himself, and maybe a few others. You never need that much C4, unless you're smoking out the tunnels around the 17th parallel If they gave you the invite then I guess you and me might have been in the same business. I'm looking forward to your PM.I heard they sent a few people out there to teach the Yanks how to play hardball but I thought that was only a rumour. It's good to know we've got heroes like you watching over us, God Bless Britain! Keep up the good work. I've decided not to send that private message because of PERSEC, you know the drill, and I reckon I know for sure who you are now. If you can't trust a guy with a chest of medals, who can you trust Picking up both the Order of the Nile and the עיטור הגבורה from the same engagement is just awe inspiring. Pass on my regards to the guys putting their lives on the line every day Yeah well, the medals aren't important. Purple hearts get given away with cornflake packets in this game, I've not got room for any more. I'll pass on my regards at the next meet-up but I don't head down that way much these days. I'm currently working on improving security protocols at one of the largest population-centric gathering and trading centers in the UK. Every day I'm standing between the innocent citizen and the denizens of the dark waiting to bring their world down, but if you've been in "the job" you know it's something we just get on with, we don't need (or want) people to know what steps we take to keep them free and safe. I'm trying to bring in every skill I ever learned on the job but it's tough, obviously we're limited on kit so we don't scare the sheeple. Hell, I'm still having problems sourcing some new lightweights, most places only go up to 50" waist. We've been running breaching practice using bluetack and liquorice laces so we're ready in case we need to put things five by five again. We just need to get the management to sort out the paperwork on the real stuff but you know desk-jockies, they just don't "get it". Spineless bastards. I have to ask, I hope you don't mind, but is it true you got the RNMSM as well? I can't really talk too much about that stuff, OPSEC and everything, but... well, let's just say we never expected Jerry to invent floating machinegun bunkers. You'd have thought that in a boat full of Royal Marine Commandos there'd be someone with the bottle to take it out. I ended up taking a dip and surfacing right up behind them. I never wanted it to get so up close and personal but I couldn't fit a grenade belt over the waterwings, so all I could carry was a knife between my teeth. Thank God there was only a dozen or so of their SpecOps guys to take out or I'd have needed to bring a bigger knife! I didn't really want the medal, the knowledge that those kids would survive to see another day was enough, but the top brass said it was good for moral if I accepted. I can't really go into details about the whole affair though, it was a lot of work to keep it out of the media. The public need to sleep safe in their beds at night, while we handle the nightmares for them! If you know what I mean then you'll "know" what I "mean" You are beyond amazing and an inspiration for the rest of us. Being "in the job" has given my skills that will stay with me for the rest of my life. After leaving "the job" I've started re-training as a hairdresser and every time I pick up the scissors, the feel of that cold steel in my hands send me right down memory lane. Once I'm in the zone, instinct takes over and I just "kill" the hair. |
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I can't really talk too much about that stuff, OPSEC and everything, but... well, let's just say we never expected Jerry to invent floating machinegun bunkers. You'd have thought that in a boat full of Royal Marine Commandos there'd be someone with the bottle to take it out. I ended up taking a dip and surfacing right up behind them. I never wanted it to get so up close and personal but I couldn't fit a grenade belt over the waterwings, so all I could carry was a knife between my teeth. Thank God there was only a dozen or so of their SpecOps guys to take out or I'd have needed to bring a bigger knife! I didn't really want the medal, the knowledge that those kids would survive to see another day was enough, but the top brass said it was good for moral if I accepted. I can't really go into details about the whole affair though, it was a lot of work to keep it out of the media. The public need to sleep safe in their beds at night, while we handle the nightmares for them! If you know what I mean then you'll "know" what I "mean" You are beyond amazing and an inspiration for the rest of us. Being "in the job" has given my skills that will stay with me for the rest of my life. After leaving "the job" I've started re-training as a hairdresser and every time I pick up the scissors, the feel of that cold steel in my hands send me right down memory lane. Once I'm in the zone, instinct takes over and I just "kill" the hair. I know exactly what you mean. The stuff we've done, the places we've been, the things we've seen - it just stays in the blood. You're right about the cold steel thing. For me it always gives me flashbacks to how I got my scar. I can't go into details because it all got a bit political, but I ended up in a knife duel with an Argy black ops guy. Only one of us walked away, bet you can gues who . I respected the scuzzy bastard of course, but it had to be done. It happened when I was part of a three man team that HALO'd in and captured Argentina. Maggie decided to play it safe so we gave the country back to the greasy cnuts and what did they do???????!?!?!?? Invaded the Falklands in revenge. Bastards. 
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