Army Staff Sgt. Mathew Fox waits to engage a target in the live-fire stalk event during the 2012 International Sniper Competition at the U.S. Army Sniper School in Fort Benning, Ga., on Nov. 3. Fox, a sniper, is assigned to the 3rd Infantry Division’s 3rd Brigade, 2nd Battalion, 69th Armor Regiment.
Yes, above is a sniper,
but here is another kind of sniper. Doing a Snipe Hunt Call.
A 3rd Platoon, 2nd Battalion of the 173rd Airborne Brigade Soldier, Sgt. Gary M. Waugh, was
questioned on what his Army leadership considers success on a patrol/mission in Jaghatu, Afghanistan. Us not doing a thing, he says. Not firing our weapon. Wow. Some way to fight a war.
Солдатушки, бравы ребятушки, а кто ваши жёны?
Наши жены — пушки заряжёны, вот кто наши жены.
Soldiers, you brave guys, and who are your wives?
Our wives are our loaded cannons, that’s who our wives are.
Smoke rolls out of an expended artillery round as Sgt. Flint Elsik extracts the shell from a howitzer during a live fire training exercise Friday. Paratroopers assigned to B Battery, 2nd Battalion, 319th Airborne Field Artillery Regiment, 2nd Brigade Combat Team, 82nd Airborne Division, conducted defensive live fire exercises during the brigade’s weeklong field training exercise in preparation for a Joint Readiness Training Center rotation in October.
Most everyone has heard of the 101st Airborne Division, the Screaming Eagles. They are celebrating 70 years
of continued success:
U.S. Army UH-60 Black Hawk helicopters from the 159th Combat Aviation Brigade, 101st Airborne Division, land to pick-up soldiers from 2nd Battalion, 506th Infantry Regiment, 4th Brigade Combat Team, 101st Airborne Division.
screamin’. . .
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
–John McCrae, May 1915