tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7575061201749703300.post5653620059846341004..comments2024-02-28T20:56:23.768-06:00Comments on Sipsey Street Irregulars: Changing the Way We Think – It’s a Matter of SurvivalDutchman6http://www.blogger.com/profile/09935420042995679958noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7575061201749703300.post-73035698808551330412008-12-05T15:23:00.000-06:002008-12-05T15:23:00.000-06:00Wound or kill is irrelevant.Shoot to remove the th...Wound or kill is irrelevant.<BR/><BR/>Shoot to remove the threat. Doesn't matter what the target's state is, as long as it goes down.<BR/><BR/>You shouldn't be firing more than five rounds before self-extracting, so you won't have a clue if they are dead or wounded or shamming, regardless.<BR/><BR/>Remember: Five rounds, then disappear.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7575061201749703300.post-75663273171891208952008-12-04T19:24:00.000-06:002008-12-04T19:24:00.000-06:00Making no claim to any insights into tactics or st...Making no claim to any insights into tactics or strategy, I only say that I have learned what little I know about this topic by studying the losers of battles, wars and skirmishes. And it seems to me that in an amazing number of military encounters over the centuries - regardless of armament, equipment, or manpower / logistics - guerrilla fighters working in small groups or even solo, with dedication and loyalty to cause and mission, very often kick the collective arses of larger forces whose hearts are not really in the battle.<BR/><BR/>Oh - and hypothetical question for anyone: Both Japanese and NVA soldiers sometimes instructed their grunts to shoot to wound or cripple, not to kill,,, the thought being that it required more manpower, depleted more resources and demoralized more enemies in their having to transport and shelter and care for a wounded soldier, than to ship home a dead combatant. So - in a hypothetical battle between the good guy Smurfs and the Bad Gut Goblins... would the Smurfs do better by wounding, or by terminating the Goblins?jhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12850395662800864408noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7575061201749703300.post-19122705963994249162008-12-04T03:29:00.000-06:002008-12-04T03:29:00.000-06:00This is great stuff. Never fight on your enemy's ...This is great stuff. Never fight on your enemy's terms. Switch from the centre-line.<BR/><BR/>Selection and maintenance of the aim - at all levels, built on the axiom of restoration of a Constitutional Republic of free men that is an exemplar to the entire world.<BR/><BR/>Let's not forget, though, the need to study all you can about the strategy, operations, tactics and equipment that your opponents are likely to deploy, to better understand the battleground you're fighting on.<BR/><BR/>Manui dat cognitio vires.Johnnyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12671875907666342941noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7575061201749703300.post-40019276281935113382008-12-04T00:38:00.000-06:002008-12-04T00:38:00.000-06:00My Family has plans to go to a safe haven.I guess ...My Family has plans to go to a safe haven.<BR/>I guess I'll be fighting alone.<BR/>Since so many in my area are at a loss. (Their thinking is confused at this time)<BR/>There are a few I know that will hook up with me.<BR/>We will be the thorn in the enemies side in this area.<BR/>Will concentrate on obtaining supplies.<BR/>Burying them in well place areas.<BR/>As soon as the word is given @ g-mans end and I see it in the news? I'm a ghost.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7575061201749703300.post-76764483140537277412008-12-03T23:43:00.000-06:002008-12-03T23:43:00.000-06:00Learn more about attrition warfare from China's mo...Learn more about attrition warfare from China's most feared night-riding assassin during the Anti-Japanese War: Ling Jienfong.<BR/><BR/>Once upon a time, in an endless grassland far north in Mongolia, a young boy and his beloved baby sister sat by a creek. Elder brother held in his arms a baby goat and a tiny, fluffy baby chicken. "Ge ge, wao bu xiang li kai mei li de tzao yuan", Baby Sister said to Elder Brother. (Elder brother, I would never like to leave this beautiful prairie) "Mei mei ni bu pa, Da Ge yong yuan bu hui li kai ni" (Little Sister, Elder Brother will always look out for you) Elder brother knew that war was happening somewhere far in the southern country, but he was sure it will never reach them. However, one day, the planes flew right over their beloved home and dropped their accursed bombs all over the place, killing thousands.<BR/><BR/>Ling Jienfong was a member of the Urlun'tzeng ethnic minority of the northern prairies, a tribe of the Mongols. In 1937, when Ling was still only 15 years old, his entire family was killed when Japanese bombers savagely attacked Inner Mongolia as they flew on towards Shaanxi to the south.<BR/><BR/>Ling Jienfong and his younger sister were the only ones who escaped the bombings, but upon escaping from Nei Mongol, the two became separated. Elder brother wandered the prairie for weeks, crying the name of his baby sister in vain, until he collapsed at a nearby city.<BR/><BR/>That city was Er'daokai, located in northern Yunan Province. A city teeming with Japanese occupationist soldiers and filthy, wormy collaborators and Chinese traitors. It seemed that almost everyone worshipped the Japs like gods and were willing to kiss their boots and do anything in exchange for some gold coins.<BR/><BR/>Ling Jienfong was not about to let such madness continue. One night, he passed a guardhouse where a Jap sentry was taking a nap. With one single blow from his Mongolian long dagger, Ling Jienfong made the sentry's head fly far above the pickets. He continued inside. There was the faint sound of a shamisen record playing in a room down the hall. There was uproarious drunken laughter and obscene jokes coming from the room too. Four officers sat inside, completely drunk on stolen Chinese wine and caring nothing for the world. Ling Jienfong noticed that there were two more guards standing outside the sliding doors. With one stroke of his dagger, he instantly bled one of the guards right through the neck, and thrusted the dagger up to it's hilt in the heart of the second guard. Both sentries collapsed to the floor.<BR/><BR/>The laughter inside the room stopped cold. A voice yelled in harsh Japanese "What the fuck!" Two officers pushed aside the sliding doors, saw the bodies on the floor, and just realized that both bodies were missing their holstered pistols, when--- two pistol shots rang out, dropping both officers dead to the floor. Now the garrison commander was terrified. Just who the fuck is killing off his soldiers like flies? His third subordinate drew his pistol and took aim at what he thought was a silhoutte in the paper windows---until the door slid open violently, a masked man on the other side, and a gleeming ornate dagger flew across the room with a fearsome WHISSSH!, until it struck the subordinate full in his chest, dropping him like a sack of bricks. The door slid shut again before the subordinate breathed his last.<BR/><BR/>Now the commander was truly petrified. Was this the flying, soul sucking demons that ancient Chinese folklore always talked about, flying in the dark sky, and sucking out the souls of anyone who was wandering the night without a magical talisman to ward the spirits off? Suddenly, he saw a shadow beyong the paper window. He picked up his Nambu 8mm sidearm from the table and emptied the entire magazine into the shadow, but the shadow did not drop, or even flinch! WHAT THE FUCK??? He was terrified almost to madness now. With a cry, he drew his sword and charged the sliding door, hacking down the flimsy beams that held the delicate paper windows. To his utter surprise, he noticed that the "shadow" that he just shot at was the dead body of one of his subordinates, propped up against the door. NO WONDER IT DIDN'T MOVE! From the corner of his eyes, he saw another shadow just beyond the corpses on the floor. He looked up. A masked man, a C-96 automatic pistol in his hand. Without a word, Ling Jienfong raised the C-96 and splattered the officers brains all over the paper windows. "You should never have come to this land", he growled as he vanished into the night once again.<BR/><BR/>The next day, General San-Tian, the Japanese Imperial Commander of the Shanxi Prefecturate saw that an urgent telegram had been thrown onto his desk. He opened the contents, and roared with mixed fear and anger.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7575061201749703300.post-91176715460315481982008-12-03T21:42:00.000-06:002008-12-03T21:42:00.000-06:00Fundamental Principles of Maneuver Warfare:Preempt...Fundamental Principles of Maneuver Warfare:<BR/><BR/>Preempt (strike before your opponent is prepared - obviate battle);<BR/><BR/>Dislocate (render your opponent's strength irrelevant);<BR/><BR/>Disrupt (attack your opponent's center of gravity - critical vulnerability; not source of strength).Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7575061201749703300.post-4799108692812020452008-12-03T16:36:00.000-06:002008-12-03T16:36:00.000-06:00The easiest way to get inside the JBT's OODA loop ...The easiest way to get inside the JBT's OODA loop is to ditch "cold dead hands" thinking.<BR/><BR/>When they come for your guns, see to it that they raid an empty house.<BR/><BR/>Don't let them choose the location of the next battle.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7575061201749703300.post-48543744832668786882008-12-03T13:04:00.000-06:002008-12-03T13:04:00.000-06:00This brings some historical (& present) result...This brings some historical (& present) results of MA vs. AA actions:<BR/><BR/>Militia vs. Regulars<BR/>Confederacy vs. Union<BR/>indians vs. Cavalry<BR/>Vietnemese vs. Everybody<BR/>Afghans vs. Everybody<BR/><BR/>Results: MA-3 AA-1 Tie-1<BR/><BR/>The War to Prevent Southern Independence would have defaulted to AA either way since Lee wanted to fight it like the Union--AA all the way. What he should have done IMHO was listen more to Stonewall Jackson who organized and fielded MA tactics with AA support. Too bad he died when he did...history shows the slide to Appomattox began soon after that time. <BR/><BR/>Some say it was the Union getting "better organized", my opinion...it was Johnny Reb losing his best tactician and strategist, The end result...the Republic LOST ALL due to the victorious, energized and nationalized guv'mint AND the resulting forced marriage with "no" possibility of amicable divorce.<BR/><BR/>The reason I call the indians a tie...they at least negotiated a "peace" with the Great father after forcing a 30-40 year running battle at very heavy expense.<BR/><BR/>All prove the point...MA vs. AA is the way to go.<BR/><BR/>Liber-Tea is brewing!! I make mine with III bags..Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7575061201749703300.post-77678093496159067672008-12-03T11:51:00.000-06:002008-12-03T11:51:00.000-06:00The whole blog is a great resource, but articles l...The whole blog is a great resource, but articles like this and the logistics piece are beyond praise. Thank you.Kenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04780425923108876647noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7575061201749703300.post-52832420763976713322008-12-03T11:04:00.000-06:002008-12-03T11:04:00.000-06:00Good stuff! HJ Poole's Last Hundred Yards was fan...Good stuff! <BR/><BR/>HJ Poole's Last Hundred Yards was fantastic. So I went and ordered three more of his books.<BR/><BR/>TRAIN MORE! BLEED LESS!GunRights4UShttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16830687524291663778noreply@blogger.com