05hogsrule

Thanks Six, Im sure you folks in the design/plan room are busy with alot of things. My response regarding a definition for Dave H was not meant to be anything negative on "staff". Just a better understanding for someone that needs one. Good luck on your projects. I look forward to your simulations. I enjoyed Harpoon, and have no idea why its gone to the dust or even perhaps opened up to some of the older equipment/times, and expanded. oh well. hogsrule!

Note to Dave H, and administrators, Perhaps in the future of registrars, they could put a little snippet in the corner by your login name like they do for credit cards, member since oct 1944 or something, so someone else doesnt collect a bucket of Bile undeservedly. But then again, dont take something for granted that everyone here is an oldtimer either and is tuned into your level of interaction. Thanks for the initial impression, I feel more welcome already! LOL. 2nd point, to say, "beat me like a christian", runs parallel to the term, "slap me around and call me susan", from the oscar winning film, "Blankman". If you play on the edge of humor, you will understand. 3rd point. What is a Hog? a Definition specifically for you Dave H. Hogs, as I am one of, a select few from a military past. Is not a term for a redskins fat chick in a pajama dress, or something looking for truffles in Arkansas cheering their old school song. To be "a Hog" is still credited as an initial acceptance within a world of intel, with even more opportunities to excel in the world of Special Ops. With an attrition rate of 75% failure rate, of those just exposed to a skill in the Army's initial school training, Im surprised I made it myself.'reflection point. Getting hammered mentally for 6 standard hours a day (M-F), 6days a week, then 3 more additional hours of "remedial" per day, Plus, 6 on the weekend, if you couldnt keep up, your head fried quickly. or was it the bad 3.2 beer, not quite sure, 'scratchin my head. Good ol' Samuel B. Morse, a man I will admire. Why, because some of the best nations in the world still have some of the best Ops in the world, and can crank the code fast enough to make the laymen think, "Dude, I think your listening to a FAX!! but you know better, get on it, get thru it, copy it, interpret and report. Not just the common 26 and 10 on the upper row, nope, too easy. You've got all sorts of special combinations to know, chatter, Q's, Z's, P.Y., FSK, etc, all in the twitch of a finger on the controls, you've got to be better on keys or with stick (pencil). And I was. For over 20 years, I banged the best, sippin on a can of coffee, sometimes holding a Red-lensed pen-light in my teeth under a hooch and cursed at "the fool" on the other side cause he couldnt get his act together on "the Key". I even stood in awe next to some of my old instructors, as they churned out 40Groups per minute, and sang a song at the same time to ya like it was Rag-time! The standard was set by the older Hogs, do or fail. Worked with some of the worlds best along side, up top, and down underway. Loving terms, like, "Habu", meant something; the highest flying, fastest aircraft still today, built and used by US. Getting the patch meant more! My team worked exclusively with the 6990th. In Shadows of dragons breath. The Habu, The deuce, the 135's, EP-3's. To keep the peace we flew........unarmed. Ive accompanied them all. Ive met the two man crews Ive kept alive, and when asked upon return by a jumpsuiter from a tight one, "what can we do to repay you as a debt we owe you?", I got to touch that beauty! Not from the edge of some yellow-taped exclusion zone, but from within, front and backseats. She is alive, her skin, midnight blue, and eyes of a hawk. "Little stinker", you are forever in my heart on that sunny rock in the South China sea"! Still today, that ol gal can vanish from visual sight in an Ice-Blue flamed combat takeoff in just about 4seconds.......and I got to see her every time from OKI, before I sat down with my A.F. friends of the ESG, and waited for the bad guys to panic about her run, as I tipped the toggle and gave up some great copy. It would have been a great bag, if they had caught ya, but they couldnt, you were too fast, too high, and just too damned good! With a third of todays countries still communicating in basic modes unimaginable by todays "modern, Hi-Techkoo" mediums, we are still untilized in some of the smallest regions of the world; sometimes in 3man teams, concealed in one hole together, working 4hour shifts, with a deliberately concealed hand-crafted antenna, catching the smallest of information on the lowest transmitable power systems active today, and reporting out what has been collected. Avoiding active contacts, searches or compromises, of which I personally could have told you the individual that almost stepped on me was still wearing those highly prized canvas tops of my youth called "Keds", because they were a great shoe for that environment. Still being cleared-for-weird, we advanced thru special schools, some just an additional few months, involving weapons or demo, some requireing a bit more, over a years worth of training in trauma medicine, because "when you lose it out here, you're in a world of hurt." True words spoken by another veteran, Jesse Ventura, but taken lightly by those that did not realize. Final goals were to achieve what only few ever did, because you stuck it out, beyond what mother-nature threw at you, though you were cold beyond belief, wet thru and thru, hungry enough to ignore a naked Playboy bunny for entering your camp without any real food in her basket, and tired enough to swear with delusions you could smell a donkin dougnuts place, in some of the worst natural environments known on this planet. You laughed with your buddy about your mental images, tricks played on you. You stuck it out because the guy next to you counted on you sticking it out, and you mentally ate that up. The final gift, should I say, the gift earned; the crest,"De Opresso Liber", to be worn forever because no one can ever take that away from you. With so much more to know, train for, and teach others, you moved on. Deeper, tougher training, advances, operations or reasons. But, in most cases, each of us started out as Hogs. Dave H, I hope that sheds a little more light for ya. "Fail to plan, plan to fail".

To Dave H, Fault me for just becoming a registered member a few days ago of this site and the forum, and not ever seeing the game or its 2year history. Please, dont beat me like a Christian!

I look forward to this game. I played the Harpoon series for many years, and I guess the original designers finally gave up on the latest/greatest release just a few years ago, because no one seems to know anything more about it. Comments? Im sure this game will have an unbelieveable burden on you designing it, so many details. Im quite interested in the detail of the submarine fleet areas especially WWII time frame. Playing what ifs, we can just see. But, knowing now, that had Germany waited as asked by her top admirals, for a better surface fleet, it could have ended differently. Speculation on a fleet with time to grow and work collectively instead of on their own, used in a better concept, the 4 Bismark sized Heavyweights, with additional sisters like Prinz Eugen/Scharnhorst/Tirpitz, with suffice air-forces, with submarine, Im sure the British fleet would have either died in action or moved west to Greenland for a 2nd line of defense. Of even better supported the Battle of Britain with perhaps shore bombardment of those pesky radar stations, just an idea! Of course, Air-carrier power was a key, and that was a note for the british, but with such a game idea in your development, there are plenty of options the WWII times offer. Gotta have fun with the subs, they were very important in both theaters, and should not be left to be just Icons with simple commands to be lost on a board like a picket-destroyer. all the best, in your worst of days in the drawing board rooms! hogs rule!