BluesStringer
Les Brers
Let me tell you about people who can't tell the good guys from the bad guys, but choose to toe the battle lines anyway.
Forrest Sibley was the only son of my best friend, Brent. He was deployed for his third tour in Afghanistan, and as a forward air controller, saw many battles in areas he had to hump 150 lb. rucks for miles to even get to. His compatriots spoke of him at his funeral as one of the most selfless, bravest men among their ranks, and he had the ribbons and medals to prove the truth of those statements.
Forrest didn't die in an engagement out in the hinterlands. He was at a vehicle checkpoint at Camp Antonik, a forward operating base in Helmand Province, when a "good guy" in an Afghani Security Forces uniform opened fire on him and a Captain that he was traveling with. It is not reported officially for security purposes of both families, but Forrest and the Capt. fought back as they were dying, and "rumor" has it that their actions saved anyone else from being killed. The "rumor" comes from the men he served with, one of them being his best friend all the way through his life from Kindergarten.
That Afghani "good guy" was no different than the San Bernadino killers, or any of the hundreds of other barbarian attacks perpetrated around the world by these scum. They hide in plain sight amongst their enemies and take them out in the most horrific ways they can imagine.
Will I fight them if I encounter them? You freakin' betcha. Will I run and hide for fear of being mistaken for one of them by LE? Hell no I won't, because I'm just as likely to die from an LEO's bullet for being mistaken for a free American anyway. And I sure as Hell don't need no stinkin' LEO or CoP or Sheriff to tell me what to carry, when to carry, where to carry, or why I should carry, and that was true for years before Forrest even joined the Air Force.
All this slobbering over cops who are spewing BS about "privileges" to carry and such is just sickening to me. And the hand-wringing over whether or not to engage the enemy who not only say, but prove over and over and over again that they want to kill us, is even more sickening to me.
Grow a freakin' set already.
Blues
Forrest Sibley was the only son of my best friend, Brent. He was deployed for his third tour in Afghanistan, and as a forward air controller, saw many battles in areas he had to hump 150 lb. rucks for miles to even get to. His compatriots spoke of him at his funeral as one of the most selfless, bravest men among their ranks, and he had the ribbons and medals to prove the truth of those statements.
Forrest didn't die in an engagement out in the hinterlands. He was at a vehicle checkpoint at Camp Antonik, a forward operating base in Helmand Province, when a "good guy" in an Afghani Security Forces uniform opened fire on him and a Captain that he was traveling with. It is not reported officially for security purposes of both families, but Forrest and the Capt. fought back as they were dying, and "rumor" has it that their actions saved anyone else from being killed. The "rumor" comes from the men he served with, one of them being his best friend all the way through his life from Kindergarten.
That Afghani "good guy" was no different than the San Bernadino killers, or any of the hundreds of other barbarian attacks perpetrated around the world by these scum. They hide in plain sight amongst their enemies and take them out in the most horrific ways they can imagine.
Will I fight them if I encounter them? You freakin' betcha. Will I run and hide for fear of being mistaken for one of them by LE? Hell no I won't, because I'm just as likely to die from an LEO's bullet for being mistaken for a free American anyway. And I sure as Hell don't need no stinkin' LEO or CoP or Sheriff to tell me what to carry, when to carry, where to carry, or why I should carry, and that was true for years before Forrest even joined the Air Force.
All this slobbering over cops who are spewing BS about "privileges" to carry and such is just sickening to me. And the hand-wringing over whether or not to engage the enemy who not only say, but prove over and over and over again that they want to kill us, is even more sickening to me.
Grow a freakin' set already.
Blues