"'Run-Hide-Fight' | How To Survive A Terrorist Attack"

Thanks to my buddy RR (the Ry-Guy) for posting this and reminding me about these things. Skills are perishable, so practice them. Most of this you have all seen before, but I did see one nugget that bears repeating because it might not be intuitive. If explosives are in the mix, get some distance and then lay down with your feet towards the explosive. Let those beefy legs do the work of slowing down what is usually some fairly low mass/velocity shrapnel. BUT if it's BULLETS that are flying, kneel or crouch. Obviously don't stand up and be a target, but also don't lay down. Bullets aren't Billiards; ricochets don't bounce off surfaces at an equal but opposite angle. They tend to skid along the surface and hug the wall/floor. So if you are laying down, you are begging for a hit to a major organ. And if you can, present a side view in the direction of the shooting so you make an even slimmer target (or if you are like me, a bigger target but beer belly isn't a vital organ). In fact, in the Marine Corps we were taught to patrol the flight line with Remington 870 shotguns (pellets make smaller holes in planes than bullets if you miss). But we were also told to aim for the knees/shins if you have to fire. The blast runs along the tarmac, takes out the target’s mode of transport (legs) and tires are easier to change than engines. So take what you can from this article, and stay safe.
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Another post for the 240th Marine Corps Birthday Have you ever stopped and thought about just the name - Marine Corps? Let's take a look at what that really means. Merriam-Webster defines a corps as "a group of persons associated together or acting under common direction; especially : a body of persons having a common activity or occupation". So by its very name, the Marine Corps shares a single direction, a single vision. To protect our country and it's citizens from all enemies. And then there is the way we refer to ourselves. If you serve in the Army, you are a 'soldier'. In the Navy, you're a 'sailor'. The Air Force has 'airmen'. All great appellations, all fine military organizations. But only the Marine Corps actually takes the NAME of the service and assigns it to each and every member of that organization. Because the Marine Corps is not our weapons, or the support systems, or our bases. The Marine Corps IS FIRST AND FOREMOST the people who make it up. The individual Fighting Marine is the heart and soul of the Marine Corps. Strip us down to our bare essence, take away all the armor and rifles and support systems, and you will still have the Finest Fighting Force in the world. WE are the Marine Corps, and the Marine Corps is us. Honestly, we laugh when you call us 'jarheads' because of our short haircuts. We take it as a complement when you call us 'Leathernecks', because that honors the very first Marines and the uniform they wore. And we're pleased when you call us 'Devil Dogs', because it recalls those World War One German soldiers who were so frightened by the ferocity of the fighting force they came upon that they thought the Hounds of Hell had been set loose on the earth. But if you ever want to really flatter us, just call us "MARINE". That is the highest compliment you can pay us. Because that is a title that can't be bought, begged, borrowed or stolen. It can only be earned. And for those of you who don't know, there are no such things as an 'ex-Marine' or 'former Marine'. There are Active Duty Marines. There are retired Marines. There are Marine veterans. But once you are given the title MARINE, you never lose it. Oo-rah. Semper Fi. Happy Birthday Marine.

A new Facebook post via South Texas Armory Another post for the 240th Marine Corps Birthday Have you ever stopped and thought about just the name - Marine Corps? Let's take a look at what that really means. Merriam-Webster defines a corps as "a group of persons associated together or acting under common direction; especially : a body of persons having a common activity or occupation". So by its very name, the Marine Corps shares a single direction, a single vision. To protect our country and it's citizens from all enemies. And then there is the way we refer to ourselves. If you serve in the Army, you are a 'soldier'. In the Navy, you're a 'sailor'. The Air Force has 'airmen'. All great appellations, all fine military organizations. But only the Marine Corps actually takes the NAME of the service and assigns it to each and every member of that organization. Because the Marine Corps is not our weapons, or the support systems, or our bases. The Marine Corps IS FIRST AND FOREMOST the people who make it up. The individual Fighting Marine is the heart and soul of the Marine Corps. Strip us down to our bare essence, take away all the armor and rifles and support systems, and you will still have the Finest Fighting Force in the world. WE are the Marine Corps, and the Marine Corps is us. Honestly, we laugh when you call us 'jarheads' because of our short haircuts. We take it as a complement when you call us 'Leathernecks', because that honors the very first Marines and the uniform they wore. And we're pleased when you call us 'Devil Dogs', because it recalls those World War One German soldiers who were so frightened by the ferocity of the fighting force they came upon that they thought the Hounds of Hell had been set loose on the earth. But if you ever want to really flatter us, just call us "MARINE". That is the highest compliment you can pay us. Because that is a title that can't be bought, begged, borrowed or stolen. It can only be earned. And for those of you who don't know, there are no such things as an 'ex-Marine' or 'former Marine'. There are Active Duty Marines. There are retired Marines. There are Marine veterans. But once you are given the title MARINE, you never lose it. Oo-rah. Semper Fi. Happy Birthday Marine.

As I get older, of course I look back at my life and try to see what I am most proud of. Of course family and friends, but one thing I don't spend a lot of time talking about is my time in the service. I'm not the kind who wears my Marine Corps shirt or hat everywhere I go, but I am none the less very proud of my service. I served proudly but quietly, because my service entailed what is to me minimal sacrifice compared to others of even my generation. It is those who have given so much to whom we all owe a great debt of gratitude, and that is who I speak of when I say I'm a Proud Marine. Tomorrow is the 240th Birthday of the Marine Corps, making them the oldest military organization in this country. That alone is pretty note-worthy. But it isn't the LENGTH of time the Marine Corps has served this country, but the manner in which it has served. No other military organization has history, the pride, the traditions of the Marine Corps. Our uniforms are exactly that: UNIFORM - meaning all the same, and every Marine knows why the uniform looks the way it does and understands the sacrifice of those who came before who wore basically exactly the same one. We don't have fancy braids that make a Private right out of Boot Camp look like a war hero. We don't have a different color hat for each Division, because we are all the same - WE ARE MARINES and there is NOTHING better than that. Everyone who has ever earned the name MARINE is a brother, and it doesn't matter when or where they served, what their job was or who they were before they joined up. I'm proud to have worn the same uniform as Chesty Puller, John LaJuene, Smedley Butler and Dan Daly. I don't want to look different from them; I rejoice in the fact that I can call these men my Brothers and they would call me such if they were still alive. So over the next day or so, I'll probably put up a few more posts about this topic. Call it middle aged nostalgia, but for some reason this is important to me this year. Ignore them if you want, un-friend me if you don't like them. Or just quietly read them, understand the feelings behind them, and thank God that the United States Marine Corps has been here protecting our country for 240 years and counting. God, Country, Corps. Semper Fi, Happy Birthday Marines.

A new Facebook post via South Texas Armory As I get older, of course I look back at my life and try to see what I am most proud of. Of course family and friends, but one thing I don't spend a lot of time talking about is my time in the service. I'm not the kind who wears my Marine Corps shirt or hat everywhere I go, but I am none the less very proud of my service. I served proudly but quietly, because my service entailed what is to me minimal sacrifice compared to others of even my generation. It is those who have given so much to whom we all owe a great debt of gratitude, and that is who I speak of when I say I'm a Proud Marine. Tomorrow is the 240th Birthday of the Marine Corps, making them the oldest military organization in this country. That alone is pretty note-worthy. But it isn't the LENGTH of time the Marine Corps has served this country, but the manner in which it has served. No other military organization has history, the pride, the traditions of the Marine Corps. Our uniforms are exactly that: UNIFORM - meaning all the same, and every Marine knows why the uniform looks the way it does and understands the sacrifice of those who came before who wore basically exactly the same one. We don't have fancy braids that make a Private right out of Boot Camp look like a war hero. We don't have a different color hat for each Division, because we are all the same - WE ARE MARINES and there is NOTHING better than that. Everyone who has ever earned the name MARINE is a brother, and it doesn't matter when or where they served, what their job was or who they were before they joined up. I'm proud to have worn the same uniform as Chesty Puller, John LaJuene, Smedley Butler and Dan Daly. I don't want to look different from them; I rejoice in the fact that I can call these men my Brothers and they would call me such if they were still alive. So over the next day or so, I'll probably put up a few more posts about this topic. Call it middle aged nostalgia, but for some reason this is important to me this year. Ignore them if you want, un-friend me if you don't like them. Or just quietly read them, understand the feelings behind them, and thank God that the United States Marine Corps has been here protecting our country for 240 years and counting. God, Country, Corps. Semper Fi, Happy Birthday Marines.