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<blockquote data-quote="Cold Smoke" data-source="post: 4165402" data-attributes="member: 44374"><p>Back in time I went to a military college way down in Dixie cause I thought I wanted to become an edumacated slayer and reiver of godless commie souls. This was back when Moscow was still red and the ever present threat of nuclear annihilation was a little lower than these days. Some buddies and I decided that since the Rangers and SF had their own niches carved out already to contend with the godless commie bastiges, we would have to develop an alternate track that was mutually supporting and would perhaps offer a previously unconsidered element to the TOC. We developed the BDT and went into intensive training for our standard mission profile. Since it hadn’t yet been done, we decided to drink those gawd damm Russkies under the table and incapacitate a large portion of their forces. Since this was largely self funded the primary material we had to work with was Milwaukee’s Best. We trained with all the energy a rowdy lot of eighteen and nineteen year olds can. While on a weekend field exercise at The Hill one of the prior service snake eaters walked over to where we stood around the bed of a pickup going over mission plans. Sgt Duplantis, who was a scary MFer fixed his steely gaze on this band of fearless marauders in our berets with the Beast flash jauntily affixed. He pointed one of his can kill you in twelve ways fingers at my buddy’s head and ask, What the **** is that?. We explained the BDT and it’s mission profile. He stood there like a low mountain for a few seconds and then said, I’ve heard about you, respect. He accepted the proffered ordinance and then took his ominous presence back over to the bonfire. It’s been years since I trained that hard for anything. All the martial arts and weapons training doesn’t really hold a candle to the potentially devastating capabilities of the BDT.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Cold Smoke, post: 4165402, member: 44374"] Back in time I went to a military college way down in Dixie cause I thought I wanted to become an edumacated slayer and reiver of godless commie souls. This was back when Moscow was still red and the ever present threat of nuclear annihilation was a little lower than these days. Some buddies and I decided that since the Rangers and SF had their own niches carved out already to contend with the godless commie bastiges, we would have to develop an alternate track that was mutually supporting and would perhaps offer a previously unconsidered element to the TOC. We developed the BDT and went into intensive training for our standard mission profile. Since it hadn’t yet been done, we decided to drink those gawd damm Russkies under the table and incapacitate a large portion of their forces. Since this was largely self funded the primary material we had to work with was Milwaukee’s Best. We trained with all the energy a rowdy lot of eighteen and nineteen year olds can. While on a weekend field exercise at The Hill one of the prior service snake eaters walked over to where we stood around the bed of a pickup going over mission plans. Sgt Duplantis, who was a scary MFer fixed his steely gaze on this band of fearless marauders in our berets with the Beast flash jauntily affixed. He pointed one of his can kill you in twelve ways fingers at my buddy’s head and ask, What the **** is that?. We explained the BDT and it’s mission profile. He stood there like a low mountain for a few seconds and then said, I’ve heard about you, respect. He accepted the proffered ordinance and then took his ominous presence back over to the bonfire. It’s been years since I trained that hard for anything. All the martial arts and weapons training doesn’t really hold a candle to the potentially devastating capabilities of the BDT. [/QUOTE]
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