Trivia question for all you Army dudes ---> [Kuniworth got it!]

[jon_j_rambo]

Happy Kwansa!

[rleete]

You guys sure have mastered the art of posting multiple times without really saying anything.

[Comrade Trapp]

Originally posted by rleete:

You guys sure have mastered the art of posting multiple times without really saying anything.

much like the general forum.......

[beginner's luck]

rleete

Didnt you even read JJ's post. Of course, they have mastered that art its the first "step" to being an "elite SC Oldtimer".

*It means, being able to come here day after harrowing day and saying something, even when you've got nothing left to say.

[Hueristic]

Originally posted by rleete:

You guys sure have mastered the art of posting multiple times without really saying anything.

The first step of spiraling down the hole that which there is no return.

[JerseyJohn]

"Alas, Rleete, you have wandered into the wrong room if you are seeking profound thoughts."

[rleete]

Originally posted by Hueristic:

The first step of spiraling down the hole that which there is no return.

Far too late for that. I'm already in the vortex.

[nothing fancy, just Steve]

Going back to the original question, Kuni does have A right answer, but then again, so does anyone who answered with anything between one mile, the minumum, and three miles, the maximum (barring a drunken, wandering course by said messenger). With the information given in the question, and without knowing any relative speeds, the question can not be answered in any closer detail than between one and three miles. Any attempt at greater accuracy is simply a guess and possibly wrong. It would be like answering the following word problem. If a car travelled 600 miles in 10 hours, how fast was the car going at hour 5. If you answer 60 miles per hour you may be correct. However for all we know the car was at a dead stop along the side of the rode or was travelling a maximum velocity and screaming downhill. Therefore the answer would be anything from zero to the vehicles maximum capability.

I can't believe I've sacrificed my lurking status for this and in few more posts I'll have my Junior Member status lost...

And by the way, never pop off during a Division run and have to run around the entire formation. It takes forever to get to the front of the division. :eek:

[beginner's luck]

Thank you NFJ Steve! Thats what I was trying to get across about the answer. Glad to see another "newbie" speaking up.

Btw how any post do you have to do till your not a Junior member any more?

[Comrade Trapp]

Originally posted by beginner's luck:

Btw how any post do you have to do till your not a Junior member any more?

I don't think Battlefront has ever disclosed the number, so people won't make random posts just to get to that set number.

I wouldn't worry about it, I don't recall it taking that long.

[JerseyJohn]

Mine just changed the other day. I didn't notice the number.

It shouldn't take longer than #45 or so ...

[Desert Dave]

As originally posted by zappsweden:

My Answer: "The problem has no solution".

Rambo, will u give me a prize for being the first one with the correct answer?

Though Zapp and I seem not to agree

On much of anything,

In this instance, I must take his side.

There IS no solution, at least,

Not a one that is knowable

Given our current circumscribed

Mind-set.

In the puzzle provide by jjr,

There are simply

WAY too many factors (... being a MATH

exercise, this IS the proper term)

Omitted.

Here's what I saw, THIS

Is what happened, and I would insist

It is indeed

A legitimate and perfectly reasonable

Explanation.

That mis-fortunate soldier got sick

And tired of the whole

Stooped mess, and dropped out

Of formation.

Assuming that the soldiers are ABLE

To march in formation,

They MUST have been in the Army

Long enough to do so,

Without wandering off into any number

Of slant or skewed directions, well,

This I know because I once had to do

Similar sorts of sweat stuff

Under wet-hot Lousiana sun

Down 'ere in Fort Polk.

(... don't believe me? TRY to get all

of your neighbors in a one mile radius, say,

after even ten days of intensive drill,

to march along in orderly rank!)

Now, ANY single person - for WHATEVER private

Reason, deliberate or accidental, who DARES

To depart from the conventional "norms"

And restrictions IMPOSED by a crowd, or

ANY briefly cohesive group,

Would be either:

a) Shunned, ignored, or

Actually accosted.

(... there are infinite possibilities, but

since we are restricted in terms of space

continuation, let's just go

with the two)

In this puzzle, I believe that soldier

Would be ack! attacked! :mad:

Since soldiers are necessarily trained

To act as... one.

It's how they remain effective, and,

Perform their vital task - in

"Brother in arms" harmony.

Sure, it's a very UN-natural human

Condition... looking out for the other guy

Instead of being Self concerned.

Sheer survival will do that.

And,

Since "survival of fittest" is presumed

To have gotten us this far,

Thus far,

Well,

That soldier would soon enough be sprawled

On the unforgiving ground.

Bruised and blooded.

Sucking at boot raised dusty air.

**(... IPSO, and therefore, going NOWHERE,

not 2.4 miles nor one nor 3 nor

nothing in decimals, in-between)

You can RARELY oppose the will & wishes

Of the masses and get away

With it.

Anyway,

He would have awoken a bit later

And a'wondered?

Where at has my "company of brothers"

Went to?

Nothing now to do, given

This strange but quite exciting

Solitude, except

Wander to & fro,

Upon the garden Earth.

And, so, he did.

But it wasn't no garden, no,

It turned out to be:

40 years! on the Desert.

Like some other saintly Cat we have

Heard tell of.

Finally,

He would've - by purest chance,

Arrived back! at his departure point,

And there - met

That decrepit Drill Sergeant,

Who would - he could do

Nothing other, inquire:

"Where in Hell! You been! You!

Disdainful, disruptive, MALINGERING

Son of a B**ch!" :mad:

Hey Sarge, take you a large pill,

One a' them anti-arousables

Charming gal Alice recommends,

And... chill the gills

Still, baby.

See, while I was out on Desert, I met some

Ghosts of men, ah, "not solid dudes"

In the mod way of saying,

By name of:

Heisenberg

Karl Popper

Thomas Kuhn

Paul Feyerabend - and,

One... "thing" that may well have been

Some temporarily apparently appearing Demon,

I don't really know and am glad!

It was so, else

I would ever assume that these

Did not exist, since so many of the Crowd

Has insisted it simply CANNOT be,

Yet, yippee!

Now I know they in fact,

DO exist.

Would have PREFERRED some women,

But them see-through men

Is what I got so let's

Skip to the scat Cat's interlude,

Yep, here you go Joe,

THIS is a very abbreviated list

Of what that aggregate said:

There are ALWAYS "confounding factors."

A person viewing ANY event

CHANGES that event, usually

In truly imperceptible ways

That ain't hardly realized

For days - sometimes - Centuries even.

EVERYONE "selects out" unique and TINY portions

Of the TREMENDOUSLY IMMENSE

"Whole big shebang"... to observe.

Most folks PREFER their personally perceived

"Order out of Chaos," and occasionally

Will maim or even kill the one who disagrees

(... alas, this mindless tendency is

increasing, geo metrically), or,

As with our puzzled soldier, will merely

Beat the hell out of 'im, either

With cudgel or gun-butt or

By way of scurrilous words.

It IS possible - maybe one fine Spring Day

Far, far into the future,

That a "common epiphany" shall indeed

Be realized, and, perhaps,

Taken to heart.

Until then, well Sarge, I advise:

Don't give me solutions.

Don't march me up & down like some

Plastic chess piece pawn,

And most especially!

Next time I am lying on the ground,

Bleeding and secretly soughing

For surcease, or succor, or Manna,

Do me a favor, eh?

Summon the Shamans

And/or Curanderos,

Please.

The rest of them faux healers

You'll find tripping all over themselves

Here in mod Med America,

Can just... take a hike!

LOLOLOL!

And for sure, there IS such a thing

As... love at first sight,

Or... life-changing accidents, or

Beginer's Luck! :cool:

[ December 30, 2005, 07:20 AM: Message edited by: Desert Dave ]

[zappsweden]

Originally posted by Desert Dave:

</font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr /> As originally posted by zappsweden:

My Answer: "The problem has no solution".

Rambo, will u give me a prize for being the first one with the correct answer?

Though Zapp and I seem not to agree

On much of anything,

In this instance, I must take his side.

There IS no solution, at least,

Not a one that is knowable

Given our current circumscribed

Mind-set.

In the puzzle provide by jjr,

There are simply

WAY too many factors (... being a MATH

exercise, this IS the proper term)

Omitted.

Here's what I saw, THIS

Is what happened, and I would insist

It is indeed

A legitimate and perfectly reasonable

Explanation.

That mis-fortunate soldier got sick

And tired of the whole

Stooped mess, and dropped out

Of formation.

Assuming that the soldiers are ABLE

To march in formation,

They MUST have been in the Army

Long enough to do so,

Without wandering off into any number

Of slant or skewed directions, well,

This I know because I once had to do

Similar sorts of sweat stuff

Under wet-hot Lousiana sun

Down 'ere in Fort Polk.

(... don't believe me? TRY to get all

of your neighbors in a one mile radius, say,

after even ten days of intensive drill,

to march along in orderly rank!)

Now, ANY single person - for WHATEVER private

Reason, deliberate or accidental, who DARES

To depart from the conventional "norms"

And restrictions IMPOSED by a crowd, or

ANY briefly cohesive group,

Would be either:

a) Shunned, ignored, or

Actually accosted.

(... there are infinite possibilities, but

since we are restricted in terms of space

continuation, let's just go

with the two)

In this puzzle, I believe that soldier

Would be ack! attacked! :mad:

Since soldiers are necessarily trained

To act as... one.

It's how they remain effective, and,

Perform their vital task - in

"Brother in arms" harmony.

Sure, it's a very UN-natural human

Condition... looking out for the other guy

Instead of being Self concerned.

Sheer survival will do that.

And,

Since "survival of fittest" is presumed

To have gotten us this far,

Thus far,

Well,

That soldier would soon enough be sprawled

On the unforgiving ground.

Bruised and blooded.

Sucking at boot raised dusty air.

**(... IPSO, and therefore, going NOWHERE,

not 2.4 miles nor one nor 3 nor

nothing in decimals, in-between)

You can RARELY oppose the will & wishes

Of the masses and get away

With it.

Anyway,

He would have awoken a bit later

And a'wondered?

Where at has my "company of brothers"

Went to?

Nothing now to do, given

This strange but quite exciting

Solitude, except

Wander to & fro,

Upon the garden Earth.

And, so, he did.

But it wasn't no garden, no,

It turned out to be:

40 years! on the Desert.

Like some other saintly Cat we have

Heard tell of.

Finally,

He would've - by purest chance,

Arrived back! at his departure point,

And there - met

That decrepit Drill Sergeant,

Who would - he could do

Nothing other, inquire:

"Where in Hell! You been! You!

Disdainful, disruptive, MALINGERING

Son of a B**ch!" :mad:

Hey Sarge, take you a large pill,

One a' them anti-arousables

Charming gal Alice recommends,

And... chill the gills

Still, baby.

See, while I was out on Desert, I met some

Ghosts of men, ah, "not solid dudes"

In the mod way of saying,

By name of:

Heisenberg

Karl Popper

Thomas Kuhn

Paul Feyerabend - and,

One... "thing" that may well have been

Some temporarily apparently appearing Demon,

I don't really know and am glad!

It was so, else

I would ever assume that these

Did not exist, since so many of the Crowd

Has insisted it simply CANNOT be,

Yet, yippee!

Now I know they in fact,

DO exist.

Would have PREFERRED some women,

But them see-through men

Is what I got so let's

Skip to the scat Cat's interlude,

Yep, here you go Joe,

THIS is a very abbreviated list

Of what that aggregate said:

There are ALWAYS "confounding factors."

A person viewing ANY event

CHANGES that event, usually

In truly imperceptible ways

That ain't hardly realized

For days - sometimes - Centuries even.

EVERYONE "selects out" unique and TINY portions

Of the TREMENDOUSLY IMMENSE

"Whole big shebang"... to observe.

Most folks PREFER their personally perceived

"Order out of Chaos," and occasionally

Will maim or even kill the one who disagrees

(... alas, this mindless tendency is

increasing, geo metrically), or,

As with our puzzled soldier, will merely

Beat the hell out of 'im, either

With cudgel or gun-butt or

By way of scurrilous words.

It IS possible - maybe one fine Spring Day

Far, far into the future,

That a "common epiphany" shall indeed

Be realized, and, perhaps,

Taken to heart.

Until then, well Sarge, I advise:

Don't give me solutions.

Don't march me up & down like some

Plastic chess piece pawn,

And most especially!

Next time I am lying on the ground,

Bleeding and secretly soughing

For favor, or succor, or Manna,

Do me a favor, eh?

Summon the Shamans

And/or Curanderos,

Please.

The rest of them faux healers

You'll find tripping all over themselves

Here in mod Med America,

Can just... take a hike!

LOLOLOL!

And for sure, there IS such a thing

As... love at first sight,

Or... life-changing accidents, or

Beginer's Luck! :cool: </font>

[Desert Dave]

Dave, is your post in fact longer than the One Mile Column in the example?

LOLOLOL, ah, as I ever supposed,

(... since I lived in that X-tremely mind

bending place - for 4 years! Germany

and France and Italy and all over

the place I did go, though, didn't

make it to Sweden, where they have ALL

them knock-out babes, laughing & frolic

and combing the ice out of

long golden locks, too bad!)

Them Euro's KNOW things! :cool:

BTW, since you DID get the correct answer,

I wonder? What?

Prize did rambo send your way?

An old, worn & withered 9 iron?

That very same one he used

When he once tried to hack his way

Out of the sea-side sand

At Pebble Beach?

Scoring a perfect 15?

Clint Eastwood watching

The whole amazing! exercise

From the top of the cliff?

[Codename Condor]

Right answer is 1+square(1/2)= 1.7