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Interesting. I'm not sure I could do that: I'd want to talk shop, badly.

I read - years ago - that the most active combat was in the area around London. Not a small area, but it allowed RAF to move squadrons to lower threat areas for reconstitution and rebuilding before rotating them back to a hot area.

- In 1991 4th Brigade was kept afloat in the Gulf, forcing the Iraqi army to devote resources to protecting beaches in and around Kuwait, and away from the border where the actual assault took place. Then they snuck the brigade ashore and added them to the striking power across the border.

Absent the ability to assault across a beach, those Iraqi divisions would have been on the border.

They forget their own history, too.

A battle in 1942 was lost, badly, because the USN crews were zonked from a routine that gave them almost no chance for sleep.

> > Everyone knows someone

> No they don't.

Could be you are a deaf and mute yak herder in Outer Mongolia and suffer the heartbreak of psoriasis. Your situation is unique and you have my pity.

For those of us in the mart of competitive commerce there is no possible way a person can exist in this economy without knowing people.

> join some closed and insular groups

You have no idea what you are talking about.

You have my pity.

Everyone knows someone. Build on that.

You work with people. Those people know people. They know other people. Someone says 'I need a good PHP guy' and a guy in the network replies 'I know a guy, SadWebDeveloper - here is his email address'. Boom: you have made contact with someone who wants to hire you.

Join the Whatever User Group in your area. Go to the meetings - introduce yourself. Be a presence on their mail list. Boom: more networking contacts.

This is a really good example. TJIC and I have talked on the internet for -years- via email and twitter and blog. A customer of mine mentioned she was looking for a local developer (Los Angeles) but couldn't find anyone who met even her minimal standards.

I said 'Hey, I know a guy', he lives 8,000 miles away, he's about a hermit and a half, and he knows his sh*t' and a few weeks later TJIC got some months of work and everyone was happy.

And now, here we are, talking. Maybe I can be converted to a networking contact. You never know, hunh?

Thanks, and thank you for the link.

Emacs.

Waiting for chow, waiting for a range, waiting for the trucks to come back .. and waiting .. and waiting .. but nobody told any _drivers_ they needed to make a second run to pick up twenty marines and a small mountain of gear.

Then it started raining. Too bad the tents were in the first load.

> except to the extent that people in 1955 apparently didn't know what a "rerun" was.

I believe they did not: teevee was broadcast live, and mostly not recorded. IIRC.

> NB The novel "Arc Light"

Ah! I read that '95, and recently got to wondering what the title was. Could not think of it for the life of me.

He was with a rifle company, in mortar squad. The company was over-run during an attack, at night: Marines in fighting holes, bad guys running around in the open, a very chaotic situation.

To eradicate the enemy, and save his company, he pointed the tube of his mortar straight up, dropped a shit-load of rounds down the tube, one at a time. The rounds went up (pretty far, but I no longer recall how high up they go) and came back down all over the place.

Risky, but Marines, generally, were in their holes, the bad guy were not, and so were more exposed to blast and shrapnel.

"We promise SkyStrider 6 - no short rounds this time."

> the USMC didn't buy up all of these things

There was, iirc, an article in the Gazette about this. Guy ran the numbers, and it worked out okay: the Corps could run X squadrons per wing, at cost Y per year, plus buy up the spare parts inventory and keep them running for Z years.

It is certainly the kind of airplane a Marine would love, and would fit the Corp's persona.

> the only pilots that ever allowed us to shoot 81mm

Well .. you know. A mortar round would bounce off an A-10. Kinda trash a Harrier.