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you're definition/idea of "tough" (pg. 4)
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| Slylee |
| quote: | Originally posted by tubularbills
the immense amount of training they go through is pretty tough. |
exactly. dont feel like getting into it but most of my dad's best friends are fighter pilots and they're all really tough imo. starting with the fact that you would throw up all over yourself from just going on a ride in a hornet lol he also has a retired navy seal friend (guy is like almost 60 now but he's cool as ) and he is super tough. the stories that guy has...lol |
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| Slylee |
| quote: | Originally posted by lücid
James Bond |
lol
can't believe no one said chuck norris yet |
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| Joss Weatherby |
| quote: | Originally posted by tubularbills
the immense amount of training they go through is pretty tough. |
you could say the same thing about any of the branches SOF and they sure as hell do more tough than any fighter jock.
you know who is tough in the air force? the guys with the pocket rockets, they have to sit down 100ft in the underground on 24 to 48 hour alerts ready to literally kill 20,000,000 people in a moments notice. They might be some skinny little s but they sure as hell have the mental toughness of anyone else in the service. |
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| netroM |
Simo Häyhä
In the winter of 1939, the Soviet Union was dicks. Russian Premier Josef Stalin thought it would be really ing hilarious if he all of a sudden sent like two million of his dudes over to nearby Finland to start kicking everyone's asses and seizing whatever land he could get his borsch-covered hands on, while simultaneously kicking puppies and shouting profanities at inanimate objects in a vodka-and-caviar induced roid rage. While this may have been a laugh riot for Stalin and his numbnuts cronies, the Finnish people obviously were a little unhappy with the prospect of having all their cross-country skis, Winter Olympics gold medals and salmon fishing boats captured by a rampaging horde of godless commie bastards, so they decided to open an extra-large can of whoop-ass and give the Russkies the ballsack kicking they were apparently looking for.
Now when you think of Finland, the phrase "military powerhouse" isn't exactly the first thing that pops into your head. Likewise, when you looked at Simo Häyhä, a slight-framed Finnish farmer who didn't stand an inch over five feet tall, you also probably didn't think "total ing unstoppable badass". Well let's just say that first impressions can be deceiving.
Simo was a member of a Finnish organization roughly equivalent to the minutemen of the American Revolution. He had done his state-mandated one-year term in the Finnish Army, reaching the rank of corporal, and was living a peaceful life in a farming village not far from the Russian border, spending his days farming, hunting, and crushing giant logs into sawdust with his bare hands. When the Soviets crossed the border into Finland with the expressed purpose of busting Finnish heads, Simo was called up into service. He went out to the wood shed behind his house, grabbed his old-school Russian-made Mosin-Nagant M28/30 rifle and headed out to take some commies behind a proverbial woodshed of his own.
Häyhä's specialty was his knowledge of the forests, his enduring patience and his impeccable rifle marksmanship. A sniper by trade, he would dress up in all-white camouflage, sneak through the woods with only a day's worth of food and couple clips of ammunition, and then lie in wait for any Russian stupid enough to wander into his killzone. His first battle-experience came in the hard-fought Kollaa campaign, where a severely outnumbered Finnish force bore the brunt of a large-scale Russian assault. Temperatures at this time ranged from -20 to -40 degrees Celsius, and the entire forest was covered with several feet of snow. While this played havoc on the inexperienced and under-equipped Russian invaders, the Finns were right at home in it because FINLAND IS ING COLD AS ALL THE TIME and they're used to it there. Throughout this campaign, Häyhä basically just ran around doling out head-shots like the ice cream man gives out Dove bars on a hot sunny day in the Sahara desert. His personal best was ing twenty-five kills in a single day. That's like an entire baseball team.
Throughout the Winter War (as it would come to be known), Simo Häyhä ran around being what experienced HALO players would call a "camping fag", and scoring enough kill shots to make ing RoboCop and the Terminator hide their heads in shame. He would come to be known throughout the Russian Army as "The White Death", and at one point in the war they even went so far as to try and launch a couple of goddamned artillery strikes on locations at which they thought he might be hiding. That's desperation there - like even more desperate than a nymphomaniac babe at a convention for castrated male models.
After hearing about how much ass Häyhä was kicking out on the frozen tundra of eastern Finland with an antiquated bolt-action piece-of- rifle, the Finnish High Command decided to give him a special award: a custom-built Sako M2/28-30 Sniper Rifle of Headshots +3. He put this to good use, killing the ever-loving out of anyone that crossed him. On several occasions the Russians sent their own snipers to take him out, but Simo managed to win those duels every time. You see, Häyhä not only passed out long-range silent death to anyone with a red star on his hat, but he did it without the aid of a telescopic sight. He preferred to use the rifle's regular iron sights because it allowed him to present a smaller target, and because several of the commie snipers he moked out were given away by a glint of light reflecting off the lenses of their scopes. He obviously didn't want to fall to this fate, so he went balls-out and wasted s the old-fashioned (and unarguably the more hardcore) way.
Finally, on 2 March 1940, some Soviet bastard got a lucky shot off and popped Simo Häyhä in the jaw with an explosive bullet. Häyhä fell into a coma and was pulled off the field by his comerades. He would finally awake eleven days later, on the same day that the Winter War ended. He would go on to live to the ripe old age of 97.
The Winter War ended as a victory for Finland. The Red Army captured a mere 22,000 square miles of territory and lost close to one million men, more than forty times the number of Finnish casualties. Simo Häyhä received five medals for valour, including the prestigious Kollaa Cross, and was express-promoted from corporal to second lieutenant. Throughout the war, Häyhä raked in a total of 505 confirmed sniper kills (in some sources he is credited with 542). On top of this, he also mowed down two hundred men with a Suomi 9mm submachine gun, bringing his total kill count to over 700 men in under 100 days.
Nobody in history has ever been credited with more confirmed kills than Simo Häyhä. He was an unlikely war hero who used patience, cunning and precision to defend his country, his home, his people and his freedom from communist totalitarian oppression. He was an unstoppable killing machine the likes of which the world has never known before or since.
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| noikeee |
| Now that is impressive. |
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| psymon.d |
Since netroM used someone from the same page who is, admittedly, a tough mother-******, I'm going to paste the stuff on Jack Churchill.
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An allied commander in WWII, and an avid fan of surfing, Captain Jack Malcolm Thorpe Fleming Churchill aka "Fighting Jack Churchill" aka "Mad Jack" was basically the craziest mother****** in the whole damn war.
He volunteered for commando duty, not actually knowing what it entailed, but knowing that it sounded dangerous, and therefore fun. He is best known for saying that "any officer who goes into action without his sword is improperly dressed" and, in following with this, for carrying a sword into battle. In WWII. And not one of those sissy ceremonial things the Marines have. No, Jack carried a ing claymore. And he used it, too. He is credited with capturing a total of 42 Germans and a mortar squad in the middle of the night, using only his sword.
Churchill and his team were tasked with capturing a German fortification creatively called "Point 622." Churchill took the lead, charging ahead of the group into the dark through the barbed wire and mines, pitching grenades as he went. Although his unit did their best to catch up, all but six of them were lost to silly things like death. Of those six, half were wounded and all any of them had left were pistols. Then a mortar shell swung in and killed/mortally wounded everyone who wasn't Jack Churchill.
When the Germans found him, he was playing "Will Ye No Come Back Again?" on his bagpipes. Oh, we didn't mention that? He carried them right next to his big ing sword.
After being sent to a concentration camp, he got bored and left. Just walked out. They caught him again, and sent him to a new camp. So he left again. After walking 150 miles with only a rusty can of onions for food, he was picked up by the Americans and sent back to Britain, where he demanded to be sent back into the field, only to find out (with great disappointment) the war had ended while he was on his way there. As he later said to his friends, "If it wasn't for those damn Yanks, we could have kept the war going another 10 years!" "
He's front-right in that picture, sword in plain view.
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| tubularbills |
| quote: | Originally posted by Joss Weatherby
you could say the same thing about any of the branches SOF and they sure as hell do more tough than any fighter jock.
you know who is tough in the air force? the guys with the pocket rockets, they have to sit down 100ft in the underground on 24 to 48 hour alerts ready to literally kill 20,000,000 people in a moments notice. They might be some skinny little s but they sure as hell have the mental toughness of anyone else in the service. |
you really can't compare a missile guy sitting in a bunker up in minot to a pilot trainee. definitely two different scenarios. |
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| Nrg2Nfinit |
| quote: | Originally posted by tubularbills
the immense amount of training they go through is pretty tough. |
Man..
I used to be great at that microprose game F117A stealth fighter
Then i was good at that Su-27 flanker game.
I don't think you have to be so hard to be an american jet pilot. Seriously how often do they get shot down.. or the pilot dies.? |
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| tubularbills |
| quote: | Originally posted by Nrg2Nfinit
Man..
I used to be great at that microprose game F117A stealth fighter
Then i was good at that Su-27 flanker game.
I don't think you have to be so hard to be an american jet pilot. Seriously how often do they get shot down.. or the pilot dies.? |
it's not the part of BEING a pilot, it's the TRAINING to get there.
seriously, if you guys even knew the smallest details about the our pilot trainees go through here, it's amazing. |
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| Joss Weatherby |
| quote: | Originally posted by tubularbills
it's not the part of BEING a pilot, it's the TRAINING to get there.
seriously, if you guys even knew the smallest details about the our pilot trainees go through here, it's amazing. |
I know about it, its just that once they get there its pretty much easy street.
The only part that sucks after that is the tedious amount of flying time doing nothing. The most G's they pull is at take off.
Even then our B-1, B-2 and B-52 pilots get a whole hell of a lot more monotony than a 10, 16 or 15E jock in the AF (since no one needs to fly any sort of CAP or AS missions these days).
I am not saying I do not have respect for these guys, I do, but its just there are a lot more tough guys in the military than fighter jocks.
BTW Will, every time I read Red Storm Rising I think of you as the AF Meteorological Officer that is trapped on Iceland with a couple marines and a preggo icelandic girl evading russkis. :p If only you were that tough. Instead you are in Enid, Oklahoma... |
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| inconspicuous |
| quote: | Originally posted by Slylee
you're definition/idea of "tough" |
using contractions properly. |
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