Nidan1

You mean I can't bring my DVD copy of "Finding Nemo", when I go to the Ukraine? Boy that's beat.

Too bad we can't just toss and replace you.! I guess the Global Economy is down the tubes if every country has its own DVD format, Ha!.

The way I see it Royalty, "divine right" and alternate evolutionary theories can all be lumped into the same wacko pot....especially when looking at the Royal Family, one can see an ape-like resemblance....enjoy your mud hut in Belize. Do they have McDonald's down there?

I just clicked on the link in your post, and got right there, maybe it's an issue with your internet settings?

Cheese eater!!!!

Look hear colonial you're clearly the one who doesn't know his place so get back to your ethanol induced coma & dream of our Queen, your Monarch or I’ll be forced to send you a set up after I've finished wiping the floor with Nidan1... </font>

First the Brits ban Fox Hunting, and now this.....what a sad world we live in.

Sausage would be much easier to carry for Landsers in the field, the Italians had a lot of trouble with fettuchini alfredo in North Africa.

**GAK!!!!!!!**

37mm...it's your type that ruins it for the rest of us...let's say, more pragmatic types. While you seem to go through life with the outlook of a six year old...we who are more mature recognize the danger in seeing everything at face value. There are always underlying, hidden, or otherwise obfuscated reasons why things happen the way they do. Its not fate, its not karma, and no 37mm, there are no Guardian Angels watching over us. In this world, no good deed goes unpunished, and no amount of excitement expressed over an upgrade for your favorite past time is ever fulfilled.

If it puts a halt to your PBEM games, we're all glad too.* *All except me, who has the misfortune of playing a CMBB scenario with you. </font>

Matt, thanks to you and the rest of the BFC team for your quick attention in fixing this problem, we all appreciate it. Its just a minor setback, and all loyal Combat Mission players know you guys have our interests as your number one priority.

Boy, am I glad I loaded the patch....

Same here!

Sing along with me mates: Does your chewing gum lose its flavor, on the bedpost overnight? If your mother says don't chew it, do you swallow it in spite? Can you catch it on your tonsils, and heave it left and right? toot, toot, Does your chewing gum lose its flavor, on the bedpost overnight?

You are never alone, stikkypixie. We are always with you. </font>

You mean you cant get afterburner on a Wildcat ? I do love those Phantoms though, cruising in at tree top, engines screaming, smoke pouring out of their tails...dropping 250lb glide bombs, and napalm only 100 or so meters in front of us poor land locked grunts...it reminds me of Victory .

I think you should don your pink lame' sequined jumpsuit, and go yourself.

Gamey Updates: Boo: Is thrashing me, however revenge is a dish better served cold. Noba: Is thrashing me, however revenge is a dish better served cold. Lars: Is thrashing me, however revenge is a dish better served cold. Stikkypixie: Is thrashing me, however revenge is a dish better served cold. Mace: Has just begun to thrash me, however revenge is a dish better served cold. I have just begun to thrash Leeo, this could change. rleete is a no turn sending maggot, as are Seanachai , Berli and Speedy. As for 37mm he thinks he is thrashing me, I will let him wallow in that misconception for awhile before I lower the proverbial BOOM

Thank you Lady Moraine .

**serious** Does anyone here know of anyone who lives in Nevada, who may help with a family issue regarding the death of my wife's sister? I need to ask some questions about how to verify that this person did in fact die, its very complicated, but any assistance would be appreciated.

And who will decide what qualifies as significant? Certainly not you , someone who opens a bag of M&Ms and agonizes for hours on whether to eat the red ones or the yellow ones first. A man who stares daily into the mirror trying to decide if the three hair comb-over looks best going from left to right, or right to left, then says to hell with it, and puts on the tyrolean mountain cap complete with the bluejay feather and olympic collectible pins. Someone who thinks that rune scenarios are more exciting, intense, balanced and visually pleasing than anything else to hit the Combat Mission scene. Go ahead, I await your retchings, or as you call them "free verse"

You may talk o' gin and beer When you're quartered safe out 'ere, An' you're sent to penny-fights an' Aldershot it; But when it comes to slaughter You will do your work on water, An' you'll lick the bloomin' boots of 'im that's got it. Now in Injia's sunny clime, Where I used to spend my time A-servin' of 'Er Majesty the Queen, Of all them blackfaced crew The finest man I knew Was our regimental bhisti, Gunga Din. He was "Din! Din! Din! You limpin' lump o' brick-dust, Gunga Din! Hi! slippery ~hitherao~! Water, get it! ~Panee lao~! You squidgy-nosed old idol, Gunga Din." The uniform 'e wore Was nothin' much before, An' rather less than 'arf o' that be'ind, For a piece o' twisty rag An' a goatskin water-bag Was all the field-equipment 'e could find. When the sweatin' troop-train lay In a sidin' through the day, Where the 'eat would make your bloomin' eyebrows crawl, We shouted "Harry By!" Till our throats were bricky-dry, Then we wopped 'im 'cause 'e couldn't serve us all. It was "Din! Din! Din! You 'eathen, where the mischief 'ave you been? You put some ~juldee~ in it Or I'll ~marrow~ you this minute If you don't fill up my helmet, Gunga Din!" 'E would dot an' carry one Till the longest day was done; An' 'e didn't seem to know the use o' fear. If we charged or broke or cut, You could bet your bloomin' nut, 'E'd be waitin' fifty paces right flank rear. With 'is ~mussick~ on 'is back, 'E would skip with our attack, An' watch us till the bugles made "Retire", An' for all 'is dirty 'ide 'E was white, clear white, inside When 'e went to tend the wounded under fire! It was "Din! Din! Din!" With the bullets kickin' dust-spots on the green. When the cartridges ran out, You could hear the front-files shout, "Hi! ammunition-mules an' Gunga Din!" I shan't forgit the night When I dropped be'ind the fight With a bullet where my belt-plate should 'a' been. I was chokin' mad with thirst, An' the man that spied me first Was our good old grinnin', gruntin' Gunga Din. 'E lifted up my 'ead, An' he plugged me where I bled, An' 'e guv me 'arf-a-pint o' water-green: It was crawlin' and it stunk, But of all the drinks I've drunk, I'm gratefullest to one from Gunga Din. It was "Din! Din! Din! 'Ere's a beggar with a bullet through 'is spleen; 'E's chawin' up the ground, An' 'e's kickin' all around: For Gawd's sake git the water, Gunga Din!" 'E carried me away To where a dooli lay, An' a bullet come an' drilled the beggar clean. 'E put me safe inside, An' just before 'e died, "I 'ope you liked your drink", sez Gunga Din. So I'll meet 'im later on At the place where 'e is gone -- Where it's always double drill and no canteen; 'E'll be squattin' on the coals Givin' drink to poor damned souls, An' I'll get a swig in hell from Gunga Din! Yes, Din! Din! Din! You Lazarushian-leather Gunga Din! Though I've belted you and flayed you, By the livin' Gawd that made you, You're a better man than I am, Gunga Din!

Main Entry: per se Pronunciation: p&r-'sA, "per-; p&r-'sE Function: adverb Etymology: Latin, by, of, or in itself 1 : inherently, strictly, or by operation of statute, constitutional provision or doctrine, or case law <the transaction was illegal per se> —see also negligence per se at NEGLIGENCE nuisance per se at NUISANCE 2 : without proof of special damages or reference to extrinsic circumstances <defamatory statements that were actionable per se> —compare PER QUOD I hate to say it but Emrys is correct. In line with the context of your babblings the proper useage would have been per se . There is no usage in the English language, which I believe, you, 37mmare a native speaker of, for par se . Thus and correctly Grog Emrys is within his bounds to point out the error. Now go to your Liege, and request somew menial tasks to perform.

That quote says a lot...claymores and more claymores, they were very typical as I said. I guess CM AP mine counters could simulate that, but you have to take into consideration that the claymore had a horizontal arc kill radius, rather than a typical step on blast or the bouncing type. I was in that area in 1966-67, Highway one from Dong Ha to Cam Lo where Highway 9 came in from the west was hardpack dirt and some black top. Highway 9 was mostly dirt if I remember correctly with lots of culverts for drainage.