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Free Ammo

For those of you who read gun blogs, and haven’t been under a rock or in a coma these past few weeks, you already know that M.D. Creekmore of The Survivalist Blog is giving away 1000 rounds of 9mm ammunition, which was provided by Lucky Gunner.  Entry requires mention of the sites involved on a blog, so this is my entry.

In all seriousness, I read Survivalist Blog all the time.  It’s a great source of good, down-to-earth preparedness information.  I’ve bought ammunition from Lucky Gunner on a few occasions, and I’ve been very happy with their prices, shipping times, and customer service.

So, if you’re looking for good ammunition or good reading, mosey on over to Lucky Gunner or Survivalist Blog.

From the "No Kidding" File

A Turkish report on the flotilla incident posits that at least 31 rounds were fired in the fight aboard the ships of the “peace” flotilla that was boarded by Israeli commandos.  You remember that, don’t you?  That’s the one where the peaceful Islamic protesters were trying to peacefully bring peaceful supplies like chocolate puppies and cashmere underwear for peaceful purposes to the peaceful people of Gaza.  These peaceful do-gooders greeted the Israeli commandos who fast-roped down to their deck with a peaceful round of lead pipes and fists and whatever was loose to be used as a peace-club.

Apparently when you physically threaten a highly trained and armed Israeli commando, you might get a little shot.

The Turks are complaining that a lot of the dead peaceful Turkish citizens were shot in the head, showing “show Israeli forces were shooting to kill.”.

No fooling?  I’d say the commando was trying to put down a clear and present threat to him and his mission and chose to shoot at the one part of the human body that if targeted properly will stop a threat in its tracks.

Here’s a message to the Turkish and Palestinian people who are shocked at this:

Look, skeezix, there is no such thing as shooting to wound, or a warning shot.  Pulling a trigger means you are employing “deadly force”.  Deadly, for those of you who need an explanation, means “meant to kill”.  If you and a bunch of your khat-chewing, camel-hustling cousins decide to physically assault a commando, his response is going to be to try to kill you. He’s not going to try to disable you, he’s not going to try to scare you off.  He’s going to try to put several small holes in your vital organs and blood pathways in order to make you stop trying to kill or hurt him.

If these “peaceful” protesters were in fact trying to be peaceful and make a political point about the legality of the Israeli blockade of Gaza, then they should take a page from Gandhi and MLK.  When the Israeli helicopters and ships show up to stop your little boats and keep you from getting to Gaza with dual use products, stop your engines, turn on the video cameras and satellite up-links, and sit down on the deck.  Force the Israelis to either let you go on or they can be the bad guys in front of the cameras and the whole world.

Don’t meet a boarding party with weapons and fists and then cry that some of y’all got ventilated.

The less excuse you give a man with a gun to shoot you, the less shot you will get.

Overheard at a meeting

Meeting Leader:  So basically, next Tuesday we will re-do the steps on the network and the servers we took yesterday and last night, and see if the problem happens again.
DaddyBear:  So basically, we’re going to crash the plane again and see if it bursts into flame again this time.
Guy Next to DaddyBear:  Snort
DaddyBear:  I’m going to go round up another 156 passengers.
Guy Next to DaddyBear:  Dude, that’s too dark to say out loud.

Idea for a shooting competition stage

I was listening to a podcast from a history website on my drive back from camp on Sunday, and the narrator discussed U.S. Army Sergeant Alvin York.  For those of you who aren’t familiar with Sergeant York, he was an American doughboy in World War I.  He originally attempted to declare himself unfit for combat duty because of his religious beliefs against war, but was eventually convinced that it was OK to fight for your country and was shipped to France as part of the American Expeditionary Force.

During the Meuse-Argonne battle, then Corporal York was sent forward along with 15 other members of his unit.  The squad of American infantry came under attack by German machine guns while trying to secure some prisoners, killing 6 and wounding 3 Americans.  York reacted superbly.  Using his rifle, he started killing off German machine-gunners who were firing from prepared positions on a ridge.  Eventually, he was rushed by a group of 8 German soldiers.  Using his head and his pistol, he shot the group one at a time from back to front so that the soldiers wouldn’t know they were taking fire and stop their rush to shoot him.  Eventually York and the rest of his squad of 13 men took 132 prisoners that day, with a loss of 6 dead and 3 wounded.

York was promoted to Sergeant, and eventually received the Medal of Honor, our nation’s highest military award.

As an NCO, I studied Sergeant York’s leadership and coolness under fire.  His marksmanship, ability to think and react correctly in a stressful situation, and leadership have made him a legend.

As the narrator was describing the battle, I visualized what Sergeant York was doing.  From the prone unsupported position with a bolt action rifle, he was making head shots at enemy soldiers from distances between 50 and 200 yards.  When he was rushed, probably when his rifle had run dry and needed reloading, he drew his pistol and shot 8 moving targets in such a way that the targets didn’t know they were taking accurate fire and stop to shoot him.

Then it occurred to me that this might make a fun and challenging shooting scenario at the range.

Basically, the shooter will be equipped with a World War I era bolt action rifle with open sights, such as a M1903, M1917, Enfield SMLE, Mosin Nagant, or Mauser, and a base-model M1911 .45 caliber pistol with fixed sights.  The shooter is also given 40 rounds of ammunition in 5 round stripper clips for the rifle and 8 rounds of ammunition for the pistol.

Purists will say that York was equipped with a M1917 and a M1911, so a true recreation would have the shooter having only these.  Since M1917 rifles and original 1911’s are pretty thin on the ground and are old enough to be collector’s pieces, I’ll open it up to whatever period rifle the shooter is comfortable with and just use the simplest 1911 that can be found.

The shooter would begin by standing at the firing line, with his weapon loaded and held at the ready.  At the sound of the starting horn, the shooter would drop to the prone unsupported position for the rifle part of the stage. 40 Pop-up targets the size and shape of human heads pop up randomly at 50, 100, 150, and 200 meter distances.  There will be two targets at each distance, for a total of 8 targets.  Each target would pop up 5 times.  This will force the shooter to engage multiple targets at once, and will force the shooter to look at more places for targets.  The targets will pop up for 5 seconds each, with five targets at different ranges popping up at once.  There will be a 5 second pause to reload after every group of five targets. 1 point is scored for each hit on a target

After the rifle targets are finished, there is a 5 to 10 second delay.  At the end of the delay, 8 irregulary spaced man-shaped targets come at the shooter in a staggered formation.  The shooter then draws the 1911.  The shooter must pick out the rearmost target and shoot it with the 1911, then move forward to the next closest target, and so on until all 8 targets are shot in the head or center mass, or a target gets to a predetermined distance from the shooter, probably 2 to 3 feet, bayonet range.  1 point is given for each target that is hit center mass or in the head.

To me it seems pretty challenging, and would be quite a bit of fun to do.

What do you guys think?

Update – I forgot to mention this at first, but thanks to the guys at the GunBlogger Conspiracy for helping me round out this idea!

Support Needed for a Good Cause

If you’ve ever read or listened to a story done by a reporter embedded with a military unit, then you have Ernie Pyle to thank.  If you’re a history buff, and ever want to see how things went at the level of the lowly grunt and the other gang of heroes, then either have already read or should read the collected works of Ernie Pyle.

Ernie Pyle was sent to the front lines to report from the sharp end of the stick.  He did that, in spades.  He was himself killed in combat in the Pacific.

His home in Indiana has been turned into a museum dedicated to this true American hero.  Bayou Renaissance Man has pointed out that even though this truly worthy cause only needs a few thousand dollars a year to operate, it’s in financial trouble during these tight times. 

What I’m asking all of you  to do a couple of things:

  1. If you have it, please consider making a small donation to the Ernie Pyle Home in Dana, Indiana.  It won’t take but a few dollars from each of us to make a big difference.
  2. Spread the word on this.  If you have a blog, write about it.  Send a letter to the editor of your local paper.  Journalists know who Ernie Pyle is, and if we get their attention, they might get the word of this outside of the blogosphere.
  3. Finally, if you’re close to Dana, Indiana, please visit the Ernie Pyle Home.  The more visitors something like this gets, the easier it will be for them to apply for aid from private organizations that provide support to things such as this.

What will they name after him now?

Since West Virginia is already full to the brim of “Robert Byrd Memorial” whatevers, what will the honorable citizens of that state do to actually memorialize their late senator, Robert Byrd? 

Leave your suggestions in the comments, and I’ll pick the best ones tomorrow and post them here.

Say what you will about Byrd, he had a good work ethic, although he mostly didn’t work towards something I can support:

Byrd, who never lost an election, cast more than 18,540 roll call votes — more than any other senator in U.S. history. He had a 98 percent attendance record in his more than five decades of service in the Senate, according to his Web site. 

Want to bet he rarely, if ever, voted “Present”, unlike a certain former senator from Illinois we are all familiar with.

Thought for the day

There are few cardio-vascular workouts more effective than chasing down a wet, sudsy two year old who has done a Fosbury Flop out of the bathtub and is running for his life away from finishing his bath.  After that warm up exercise, you must return the toddler to the tub, rinse him off, remove him from the tub, dry him off, and put him into his pajamas.  After all of this you should be at your target heart rate, and can continue other activities to keep it up for the prescribed period of time.  These may include, but are not limited to, trying to read a story to an uncooperative toddler, picking up toys faster than the toddler can remove them from the toy box, and doing a dozen reps of the “put toddler to bed, catch toddler after he escapes, put toddler to bed” exercise.

Camping Update

This weekend was the latest iteration of the yearly Hoosier Hoedown.  Basically, about 50 families from the Indiana branch of Irish Woman’s family all meet at a state park in Indiana for three days of food, beer, and catching up / reminiscing.

Irish Woman and I took Friday off and got all of our stuff up to the park early.  We’ve done too many repititions of the “put the tent up by flashlight” exercise, and have had great success of getting our campsite up without the kids.  After dropping off most of our stuff with Irish Woman and helping her get started, I jumped in her car and headed back to Louisville to get the kids.

Girlie Bear was away at 4H Camp all week, and I picked her up first.  That went pretty smoothly, even though there were about 500 people trying to find their kid, find their kid’s stuff, and get their car out of the zoo parking lot at the same time.  We then ran home and got Girlie Bear’s stuff for the weekend and picked up BooBoo.  Then it was time to pick up Girlie Bear’s friend, who was going to spend the weekend with us.

It was almost 7:30 by the time we got back to the lake, and Irish Woman had been busy getting set up.  Our deal had been for me to leave her there with the beer so she could relax and enjoy the afternoon without kids and husband, but she thought it would be better if she worked herself to death in the heat of the afternoon.  Sigh.  Sometimes, a husband just can’t win.  She had also grilled hot dogs and Italian sausage for dinner, which saved time and let us have some fun in the cool of the evening.

Friday evening was spent saying hi to all of the family and seeing all of the new babies.  The Hoosiers are a fertile bunch.  There’s always a fresh crop of babies and pregnant women each year.  Two of the cousins are extremely pregnant, so I know they were miserable all weekend in the heat and humidity.

Saturday morning was begun with a hearty breakfast of fried potatoes, store bought muffins, and omelets in a bag:

Omelet in a Bag Instructions:

Crack two fresh eggs into a quart sized zip-lock bag.  Add your favorite omelet fixings, such as bacon, ham, cheese, onions, or whatever.  Close the bag and shake vigorously until the eggs are sufficiently scrambled and the yummy bits are mixed in.  Open the bag and squeeze out ALL of the air.  Once all of the omelets are constructed, place the bags in a large pot of boiling water for 13 minutes.  The bags will not melt, and the eggs will cook very well with all of the  yummy bits melding together into a nice, firm omelet.

The rest of Saturday was spent trying to not burst into flame or collapse from dehydration.  It was sweat-your-nuts-off hot and very muggy.  It was Africa hot.  Tarzan wouldn’t have put up with it.   We set up a small wading pool for BooBoo, and admonished Girlie Bear and her friend to drink plenty of water while running around like fools in a hurry.  It was even too hot to drink beer.  I survived on bottled water and sucking on ice cubes from the cooler.  The kids pretty much ran wild all day, with water fights seeming to be the favorite activity.  We eventually took down the pool when the bigger kids figured out it would be a strategic asset to have a reservoir of that much ammunition to refill their water squirters.

I was informed sometime on Saturday that one of the cousins had a new pop-up camper and it was VERY nice, and he got a great price for it, and wouldn’t it be nice to have a place to keep all of our camping stuff and an air conditioner?  I took the hint after the 4th time it was casually mentioned to me.  I told Irish Woman that if she could figure out a way to get a nice pop-up camper without putting us into debt and without selling one of my internal organs or children, then it would be seriously considered.  Even if we don’t get one by next year, she’s already found a place in the area that rents out RV’s.

Saturday evening saw a local priest come up to give Mass.  It’s nice to see about 150 people from all arms of the family gather for church.  One of the cousins is a nun working with the immigrant population in Boston, and she gave the readings.

After church, there was a large pot-luck supper.  There were 6 picnic tables absolutely stuffed with food, and every morsel was consumed.  Think of all of the great summer food that your grandma used to make for you, and then have your grandma and all of her sisters cook for the family.  Each family in the campout contributed a dish.  Irish Woman made some very yummy semi-homemade macaroni and cheese.

Irish Woman’s Semi-Homemade Mac and Cheese

Boil a large kettle of water with salt.  When it comes to a rolling boil, stir in 5 pounds of dry elbow macaroni and a chopped Vidalia onion.  After the pasta is done, strain in a collander and put into a large electric turkey roaster.  Mix in two bricks of Velveeta cheese-like substance, and a 2 pound bag of shredded cheddar/monterey jack mix.  Once the cheese begins to melt, mix in about half a cup of butter and add pepper and other favorite spices to taste.  Place the roaster in its cradle and cover.  Set the thermostat to 300 degrees and allow to cook for 4 to 5 hours.  Will feed an army and their kids.

For dessert, I made a cherry cobbler in one of our dutch ovens.  I love cooking with a dutch oven.  I did it a lot in the Scouts, and it’s an easy way to make a hot meal when we’re camping.

Irish Woman took BooBoo home for the evening because of the heat, so it was just me and the girls for Saturday evening.  Just as we were cleaning up from dinner, several pop-up thunderstorms hit us.  Apparently we had forgotten to stake down our screen tent, because it got blown across the site when the first storm hit.  I was a block away getting our now-empty and well-scraped roaster pan from the buffet line when it happened.  Thankfully, my brothers in law caught it, set it back up, and staked it down before I got back.

Just as it was getting dark, a large thunderhead came rolling in.  The kids were preparing to go running around playing flashlight games, but I told Girlie Bear and her friend that the weather looked mean, and to just get cleaned up and get to their tent for the night.  Just as they zipped up their door, a pretty wicked thunderstorm broke.  It rained for quite a while, with lots of lightning and thunder.  I must say that falling asleep in a dry tent during a rainstorm is quite nice.

Sunday morning, I got up to survey the damage, and all we got were some wet things.  Breakfast was left over muffins and cobbler with milk and bananas because I’d already packed the kitchen.  Irish Woman came back up with BooBoo, and helped me finish getting packed up.

It began storming just as the last of our stuff was packed and we were saying our goodbyes.  It wasn’t a large storm, but it was quite wet.  Everything in the back of the truck that wasn’t enclased in plastic got soaked.  Once we got home, it all got unpacked and laid out in the yard to dry.

We spent this afternoon cleaning and re-organizing the kitchen boxes and re-packing the tents, sleeping bags, and camp chairs.  There’s still a few odds and ends to put away, but we’re too pooped to pop at the moment.  It can keep until tomorrow.

We’re thinking about waiting for the summer heat to be over before our next campout, but BooBoo is big enough that we can tent camp more often.  I’m looking forward to getting to the point where camping is more about sitting and relaxing and less about working hard all weekend.

Expressions of Love

Some express their love for their mate with poetry.
Some express their love by lavishing them with expensive gifts.
Last night, I expressed my love by going to Walmart at 10:30 PM to purchase printer ink and Mountain Dew for the Irish Woman so she could complete a project for the zoo.

Ah, love is a many splendored thing

McChrystal Out, Petraeus In

I haven’t commented on this yet because I wanted to see the end of it before formulating and expressing an opinion.

Recently, General McChrystal, the commander of U.S. Forces in Afghanistan, did an extended interview with Rolling Stone magazine, during which he and his staff made several disparaging remarks about the civilian leadership team in regards to Afghanistan, principally the president, vice-president, and ambassador to Afghanistan.  General McChrystal was summoned to Washington, and today tendered his resignation before he was fired.

This was not his first time catching flak after criticizing the administration over war policy.  Last fall, he was brought on the carpet when he complained to reporters about a lack of troops.  So no-one can say that he wasn’t warned.

Do I agree with what I’ve heard he said?  Mostly.  I believe that President Obama and his civilian leadership team want the war to just go away, and are willing to make whatever deal with the devil is necessary to make that happen.  I believe that Ambassador Eikenberry has, at least from the stories that I’ve read, not been a good partner to the military professionals sent to Afghanistan to stabilize and protect the Karzai government.  I believe that Vice President Biden is a buffoon who was added to the ticket so that Obama could disguise his hard left leanings.

But I’m a former sergeant with no military subordinates, and I have no responsibilities to these civilian leaders other than to pay my taxes and vote.  General McChrystal is a flag officer in charge of prosecuting the war in a critical theater.  His attitudes and comments can poison the critical need for the military to respect the office of the president, even if they don’t respect the person occupying it.  The recognition that the military is subordinate to, and not separate from or superior to, civilian leadership is a bedrock principle that has kept our republic from becoming a military dictatorship for over 200 years.

It’s a basic tenet of leadership.  You don’t complain in front of your subordinates, and you don’t air out dirty laundry with people outside of your organization.  No matter if you think the boss is an incompetent, glue sniffing, vote buying snake, you don’t say it in front of your troops, and for the love of God, you don’t say it in front of a reporter.

General McChrystal manned up and resigned, taking responsibility for his conduct and that of his staff.  I’m sad to see him go.  I’ve monitored reports from Afghanistan, both in the press and through friends who are still in the military, and what I’ve heard convinced me that he was the right man for the job.  I hope that General Patraeus has one more good campaign in him to see the mission through to conclusion.  I wish both of them luck in the future, because our country needs men like them to contribute enough positives to overcome the negatives heaped upon us by other men and women in positions in power.

By the way, reports are saying that General Patraeus has to be confirmed by Congress to fill the position.  When did the military start needing Congressional approval to fill a personnel need?