Kolega Milijarder se potrudio i smestio članak u pdf format
Dopuna: 07 Nov 2012 9:45
Jester ::Čestitka autoru za trud
Dve nedelje sam radnio - a onda u pola posla - rikne kompjuter. Da poludim, Ma šta mu nisam sve radio i na kraju odneo hard kod druga i njegov komp mu uradio Dskchk - i kad sam ga vratio - sve ostalo na njemu, ko da ništa nije bilo
Cestitke za clanak.
Moze se josh malo rasiriti raspravom o taktici + opremi (sa naglaskom na nove i improvizovane vidove naoruzanja), ali sve u svemu jako dobro.
bojank ::Cestitke za clanak.
Moze se josh malo rasiriti raspravom o taktici + opremi (sa naglaskom na nove i improvizovane vidove naoruzanja), ali sve u svemu jako dobro.
Da, zaista. Veruj još ovoliko je moglo da se napiše.
Pa samo spomenuti opremu koju su sami pravili, pa opremu dobijenu od Portugala, od JAR... Pa njihove improvizovane oklopnjake - koji su danas uzor svim specijalizovanim Antiminskom vozilima...
Šteta što je tema zamrla. Čitao sam biografiju jednog Engleskog najamnika," Peter McAleese -No mean soldier" pre ...par godina i po prvi put nešto malo više saznao o ratovima na Afričkom tlu. Dosta se može saznati i o najamničkom životu. Ako nije problem ja ću postaviti link ili dva na YT čisto da zainteresujem one koji se po prvi put sreću sa ovom temom.
Sometimes I wish I was a Blue Job up in the sky
I wouldn't have to walk if I could fly
But I'll be a Brown Job until I die
With 10 years to go in the RLI
The sergeant that signed me up
Had a face like the back of a truck
A tattoo on his knee
And legs like a Mugla tree
And the medic that did my test
He left me standing in my vest
And then when I didn't see
He stabbed me with the T.A.B.
Sometimes I wish I was a Blue Job up in the sky
I wouldn't have to walk if I could fly
But I'll be a Brown Job until I die
With 10 years to go in the RLI
Down at the quarter master store
I said I'd take size 4
They gave me size 3 for sports
It was a pair of open leg shorts
I was in the cook house queue
Waiting for my beans and stew
The cook just winks at me
And slips the blue stone in my tea
Sometimes I wish I was a Blue Job up in the sky
I wouldn't have to walk if I could fly
But I'll be a Brown Job until I die
With 10 years to go in the RLI
Standing on parade
Never get a bit of shade
Out in the blazing sun
With the temperature of 101
And you know there is nothing worse
Than doing the assault course
When the sweat is running free
And it smells like a chibuli
Sometimes I wish I was a Blue Job up in the sky
I wouldn't have to walk if I could fly
But I'll be a Brown Job until I die
With 10 years to go in the RLI
We had a contact the other day
But the terrors all ran away
We were firing the M.A.G.
from the hip like Audie Murphy
So if I go up in a puff of smoke
It's better than being a slow
Or a fuzz from the BSAP
I'd very much rather be me
Sometimes I wish I was a Blue Job up in the sky
I wouldn't have to walk if I could fly
But I'll be a Brown Job until I die
With 10 years to go in the RLI
