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02.02.202503:11
Happy 64th birthday to the Rhodesian Light Infantry; one of the finest fighting forces in modern history! 🇿🇼 🎂
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24.01.202522:21
FICTION FRIDAY…
Rob wiped the lenses of his binocs and brought them back to his eyes, silently cursing himself for losing the lens caps. Far off in the distance through swirling dust clouds he could see the imposing silhouettes of tanks as they moved north from El Paso. They were heading straight for him and the tiny militia unit he commanded here in the Lincoln National Forest of southern New Mexico. The group had jokingly begun referring to themselves as “The Lincoln Larpers” since none of them had any real military training. But what they’d just gone through two days ago hadn’t been role-playing at all. It was all too real and had cost them dearly. In the wee hours two mornings ago, some two hundred men in light armored vehicles and trucks had rolled up state highway 24 from Pinon. Rob and his band did exactly what they’d been told to do by those Green Berets that had passed through the week before: “harass, disrupt, kill.” Just before 24 merged into 130 they’d unloaded from a steep ridge with everything they had! None of them had seen anything like it and Rob had wretched his guts out afterwards. When the shooting stopped, there were nearly a hundred enemy dead and a lot of shot up vehicles to the loss of seven Lincoln Larpers. The thought of those seven weighed heavy on Rob, his girlfriend among them. On paper that looked great…but his unit had barely forty to begin with which made those seven dead a huge loss. Now the enemy was coming with heavy armor and a lot more men. Rob still wasn’t clear on who they were. He’d spent his entire life in the Sacramento Mountains with little exposure to the outside world and the language he’d heard those men screaming was strange. Definitely not Spanish. Doesn’t make a damn bit of difference though, he thought to himself. Those guys had ravaged El Paso and now wanted to pass through the Sacramentos; HIS home. It didn’t matter to Rob or his group who they were, they wanted them dead. He gently pulled the reigns of his mare and turned her back towards camp. There was work to be done and plans to be made. The Lincoln Larper’s next trial by combat was only hours away.
Rob wiped the lenses of his binocs and brought them back to his eyes, silently cursing himself for losing the lens caps. Far off in the distance through swirling dust clouds he could see the imposing silhouettes of tanks as they moved north from El Paso. They were heading straight for him and the tiny militia unit he commanded here in the Lincoln National Forest of southern New Mexico. The group had jokingly begun referring to themselves as “The Lincoln Larpers” since none of them had any real military training. But what they’d just gone through two days ago hadn’t been role-playing at all. It was all too real and had cost them dearly. In the wee hours two mornings ago, some two hundred men in light armored vehicles and trucks had rolled up state highway 24 from Pinon. Rob and his band did exactly what they’d been told to do by those Green Berets that had passed through the week before: “harass, disrupt, kill.” Just before 24 merged into 130 they’d unloaded from a steep ridge with everything they had! None of them had seen anything like it and Rob had wretched his guts out afterwards. When the shooting stopped, there were nearly a hundred enemy dead and a lot of shot up vehicles to the loss of seven Lincoln Larpers. The thought of those seven weighed heavy on Rob, his girlfriend among them. On paper that looked great…but his unit had barely forty to begin with which made those seven dead a huge loss. Now the enemy was coming with heavy armor and a lot more men. Rob still wasn’t clear on who they were. He’d spent his entire life in the Sacramento Mountains with little exposure to the outside world and the language he’d heard those men screaming was strange. Definitely not Spanish. Doesn’t make a damn bit of difference though, he thought to himself. Those guys had ravaged El Paso and now wanted to pass through the Sacramentos; HIS home. It didn’t matter to Rob or his group who they were, they wanted them dead. He gently pulled the reigns of his mare and turned her back towards camp. There was work to be done and plans to be made. The Lincoln Larper’s next trial by combat was only hours away.
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29.10.202420:57
Serbian troops of the 63rd Parachute Brigade on training maneuvers in the mid-1990’s. The two men closest to the camera are armed with South African Vektor R4 rifles while the third is carrying what is likely a Zastava M70. 🇷🇸
30.01.202520:01
Just a man and his pump action shotty somewhere up Shit Creek, South Vietnam. 🇻🇳
25.01.202517:54
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Scope Saturday has returned once again to give us a momentary respite from the nonsense. Relax and enjoy!
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My best guess is that this issue is from the late 70’s or early 80’s. Either way, this was definitely a welcome addition to a Rhodesian or South African’s mail call back in the day! 🇿🇼 🇿🇦
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Scope Saturday has returned once again to give us a momentary respite from the nonsense. Relax and enjoy!
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My best guess is that this issue is from the late 70’s or early 80’s. Either way, this was definitely a welcome addition to a Rhodesian or South African’s mail call back in the day! 🇿🇼 🇿🇦
23.01.202521:59
Patch Update
Most of the 18CDO-AG preorder patches have shipped. Today I sent patches out to California, Kentucky and Texas.
There are a few more that will be going out over the next couple of days so look for tracking info.
For those who ordered the prototype 18CDO lasercut callsign patches and have yet to receive them...there's been a hiccup with the maker over in Germany and I'm waiting for him to catch up.
Thank you for your patience!
Most of the 18CDO-AG preorder patches have shipped. Today I sent patches out to California, Kentucky and Texas.
There are a few more that will be going out over the next couple of days so look for tracking info.
For those who ordered the prototype 18CDO lasercut callsign patches and have yet to receive them...there's been a hiccup with the maker over in Germany and I'm waiting for him to catch up.
Thank you for your patience!
15.01.202515:55
26.11.202417:37
Canadian CF-101 Voodoos of No. 409 Squadron on patrol during the early 1970’s. The aircraft with this squadron, along with those of four other squadrons, formed the backbone of the Canadian Air Defense Command (1951-1975). In 1957, the CAD was incorporated into the fledgling North American Air Defense Command (NORAD). Together, the US and Canadian units of these commands guarded the North American continent from any possible incursion or attack by the Soviet Union.
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23.10.202400:37
The Virginia-class nuclear guided missile cruiser USS Texas (CGN-39) in formation with USS Princeton (CG-59) during the multinational Exercise RimPac ‘90. The Pacific Rim nations of Australia, Canada, Japan, South Korea, and the U.S. have held the RimPac naval and amphibious exercise since 1971 to increase Allied cooperation and readiness. 🇺🇸
27.01.202502:18
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24.01.202522:22
FICTION FRIDAY…
“Hold. Steady. Now!” Rob yelled into the cheap, walkie talkie. The range on these things wasn’t great but everybody in his unit, the Lincoln Larpers, was close enough to hear the order. As one, the thirty members of his company opened up on the convoy below. Captured AK’s, RPG’s, PKM’s, RPD’s, deer rifles, AR’s and grenades rained death down on the Soviet column that had been snaking its way north along County Road E-001 on the southern edge of the Sacramento Mountains, just southeast of Alamogordo. Rob emptied the magazine of his AKM and then dropped it long enough to press the detonator for the claymores they’d hidden along the road. As thousands of metal balls shredded infantry and lightly armored vehicles, he thanked God for those Green Berets and for the weapons and knowledge they’d passed on to them. It was paying off! Below, dozens of Soviets had already been cut down, multiple trucks were burning and a tank was on fire.
As good as things were going, the fight wasn’t one-sided. The 14.5mm heavy machine gun of the lead BTR-60 answered the ambush and cut down Matt and Corey Danforth who had been manning a heavy MG. Rob had seen it and it was a sight he’d never forget. The two brothers had been essentially vaporized by the heavy rounds. Further down the line other members of the unit had seen the two fall and answered with RPG’s. Six rockets streaked down towards the BTR with five finding their mark. The vehicle was ripped apart by the explosions and multiple Soviets bailed out, some missing limbs, others on fire but all doomed. A hail of rifle and machine gun fire made short work of them. Behind the BTR, dozens of infantry and dismounted vehicle crew fled back down the road the way they’d come. The Americans didn’t afford them any mercy and kept firing at them until they were all out of sight. Behind they left a dozen burning vehicles and dozens of dead comrades.
Rob gave the order to cease fire and slumped back against a rock. His hands were shaking and he felt like throwing up, but he and most of his band had survived their second major encounter with the enemy. They’d won and he wanted more. 🇺🇸 💥 🇷🇺
“Hold. Steady. Now!” Rob yelled into the cheap, walkie talkie. The range on these things wasn’t great but everybody in his unit, the Lincoln Larpers, was close enough to hear the order. As one, the thirty members of his company opened up on the convoy below. Captured AK’s, RPG’s, PKM’s, RPD’s, deer rifles, AR’s and grenades rained death down on the Soviet column that had been snaking its way north along County Road E-001 on the southern edge of the Sacramento Mountains, just southeast of Alamogordo. Rob emptied the magazine of his AKM and then dropped it long enough to press the detonator for the claymores they’d hidden along the road. As thousands of metal balls shredded infantry and lightly armored vehicles, he thanked God for those Green Berets and for the weapons and knowledge they’d passed on to them. It was paying off! Below, dozens of Soviets had already been cut down, multiple trucks were burning and a tank was on fire.
As good as things were going, the fight wasn’t one-sided. The 14.5mm heavy machine gun of the lead BTR-60 answered the ambush and cut down Matt and Corey Danforth who had been manning a heavy MG. Rob had seen it and it was a sight he’d never forget. The two brothers had been essentially vaporized by the heavy rounds. Further down the line other members of the unit had seen the two fall and answered with RPG’s. Six rockets streaked down towards the BTR with five finding their mark. The vehicle was ripped apart by the explosions and multiple Soviets bailed out, some missing limbs, others on fire but all doomed. A hail of rifle and machine gun fire made short work of them. Behind the BTR, dozens of infantry and dismounted vehicle crew fled back down the road the way they’d come. The Americans didn’t afford them any mercy and kept firing at them until they were all out of sight. Behind they left a dozen burning vehicles and dozens of dead comrades.
Rob gave the order to cease fire and slumped back against a rock. His hands were shaking and he felt like throwing up, but he and most of his band had survived their second major encounter with the enemy. They’d won and he wanted more. 🇺🇸 💥 🇷🇺
23.01.202521:03
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11.01.202523:47
From a Canadian member of 18CDO operating in the frozen north! 🇨🇦
21.11.202422:55
I just spoke to Anthony and their little girl seems to be responding well so far! Please keep them in your prayers as they navigate all of this. 🙏🏼
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Today’s Fiction Friday post is a continuation of this one…
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21.01.202517:23
04.12.202419:32
A pair of Rhodesian troopies catching up on their “reading” during some down time. 😏 🇿🇼
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30.10.202419:34
Lance Cpl. Chad Codwell, Charlie Company 1st Battalion 5th Marines, rocking experimental T-Block camo and a skateboard during Operation Urban Warrior 99 in San Francisco. Urban Warrior was a United States Marine Corps program created as an exercise meant to plan and test Military Operations on Urbanized Terrain (MOUT) and urban warfare in general. It was developed in the mid 1990s by the Marine Corps Warfighting Laboratory partly in response to the growing problem of inner-city fighting, and especially made urgent following the Battle of Mogadishu in 1993. This particular photo has been used as proof that the USMC had considered using skateboards in urban warfare. There is very little information out there on this but I personally would like to think it’s true! Imagine gunning down terrs in your T-Block camo while hauling ass on a skateboard! Sounds pretty high adventure to me! 🇺🇸
11.09.202415:06
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