Showing posts with label Iraq. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Iraq. Show all posts

Wednesday, May 02, 2007

Just a little live fire training in Iraq.

First, go to the Brown Valley Kingdom and read an excellent post on the May Day protests. He lays it out better than I could ever do.

Now, dig this little video showing some serious training in Iraq. Something tells me these are private security guards, and NOT the regular army. It's piss your pants time, seriously.



A South African instructor, getting a guy ready for what it's like in actual combat. Man, I get stressed just watchin' it.

Sunday, March 04, 2007

Found a very interesting blog out there.

Go to this site and check this guy out. He's got an amazing little video for you to watch, "Living With Snipers", if you scroll down a bit.



You would also do well to go to American Citizen Soldier and read this. Enjoy. And just for jollys, go to the astronomy site and click on this cool little video of the moon crossing in front of the sun.

Thursday, March 01, 2007

Guess what the Insurgents do when they don't have car bombs to set off?



Right there in front of everyone. Bizarre. Hilarious.

Friday, February 16, 2007

A word from some of the guys in the field.

With all the non-binding resolutions, bilious pontifications, and stupid chest thumping being tossed around these days, I think It's relevant to hear what at least a few soldiers think. I actually hear this sort of sentiment a lot on the base, from soldiers in my classes and older retired Vietnam vets that I work with.



Couldn't say it better. Ether pull 'em out or go all the way. No half-assed bullshit. Not again.

Friday, January 12, 2007

Ok, this is just wrong, but it's too funny.



Apparently Saddam had a little Kitten. Poor baby.

Sunday, December 31, 2006

Here's the real shit. Don't watch if yer sqeamish...

Though it isn't that bad. Cell phone video of you-know-who swingin'.



Again, good riddence.

Saturday, December 30, 2006

Well, they're sayin the fucker is dead.

This is one of those times when I'd love to walk out in the street and cut loose with one of my toys. A little celebratory fusillade. Swing low you murderous bastard. Good riddance.