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Historical:A winter war RP- Interest Checks

I took a bit deeper look at the Finnish Army. Most of their infantry units were referred to as Jäger battalions.

More than likely, a Finnish Infantry Division (Jäger) consisted of three or four Regiments from various regions of the country. Each regiment would consist of three battalions. There may have been a brigade of Artillery with whatever systems that were available; maybe 2 - 4 battalions in the Division Artillery Brigade. Their supply and maintenance systems could have been piece-mealed from both military organizations and civilian volunteers close to the front. I'm watching the movie now. I see plenty of civilians bringing food and supplies to the front lines.

I read about the Sausage war last night. The Russians infiltrated behind the Finnish lines when they found a gap created by casualties. The officers thought this was wonderful and pushed their men through the gap. When the Russian foot soldiers smelled the sausages cooking in the field kitchen, their individual desire to eat; because they were starving took over. The Finnish soldiers took advantage of this and picked off all the Russians who went for the kitchens. They massacred them simply because they were desperate to eat a meal.

Historical:A winter war RP- Interest Checks

...Sissi is a term for a soldier, who uses guerrilla-like tactics, like ambushes, infiltration and such things. There's also a slang term "sissijäynä" (sissi prank) for booby traps...

@Oak7ree

I spent 21 years in the US Army. How you describe the Sissi above, that is what the US Army Rangers do. Rangers are considered the masters of patrolling. Combat Patrols include Ambushes and Raids. They use infiltration as a method for moving into the enemy rear areas routinely. The movie, "The Great Raid" exemplifies what Rangers do. Your definition of the Sissi is quite similar. I couldn't comment on the élan of the Sissi, but if they are anything like Rangers, they are bad ass.

A soldier in the infantry, would be in what type unit in the Finnish language? Would the terms Sissi and Jäger be used to identify a type of unit?

Steampunk: Dragons and Battleships

I researched the gun. I borrowed a British 3-pounder and changed the name from Vickers.

Historical:A winter war RP- Interest Checks

I have been reading military history for almost 45 years and watched Talvisota (The Winter War) in the early 1990s. I'll have to rewatch this movie. I own a copy on VHS. The Russians were definitely over confident and the Finns were desperately fighting for their lives. Trench warfare was very much in style during this fight. I'll take a swing.

Here is a Youtube video I particularly enjoy Fire and Ice: The Winter War of Finland and Russia.

In this scenario, the Russians are the Northerners of House Stark and the Finns are the Wildlings. LOL

EDIT: I started work on a 20 year old private in the infantry. What title would use for Private? Jääkäri or Sotamies? I see there are two words for Light infantry, which do the Finns use: Sissi or Jäger? My guess is Sissi as there were numerous Sissi battalions that fought the Russians in 39-40. The word Jäger is German for hunter which is also used for Light Infantry.

Red Dead Reckoning

@RedVII Leo Velez was gunned down in the streets of Armadillo. I had no idea you were going to draw in so many people. this is a fun story idea. I love RDR2, but I cannot possibly keep up with such a large group of writers. I'm sure they are all wonderfully written, but I am the father of four young children and they keep me pretty busy. Leo and Roberto will now require an undertaker.

@Sad Ogo Thank you for the collaboration. Sorry I couldn't stay.

@Berlin Sorry our Collaboration didn't go in the direction you were hoping for. Maybe some other story.

Adios, amigos!

Red Dead Reckoning

Leo was not one to look a gift horse in the mouth and was quite tempted to take the woman up on her offer. He looked up into the woman’s hazel eyes with the auburn hair. “Thank you very much, m’lady. I honestly won’t have time to entertain one of your ladies. I have some errands to run. I was just heading to the general store.” Leo looked at the woman who he found quite stunning and could spend some time with her. He imagined her ladies were just as attractive, although in some towns, not so much.

Finishing the last of his whiskey, John gently placed the glass down and looked up at the woman beside them. She was very pretty but dressed in a way that made it obvious that she didn’t use her looks to make her living. At least not in the more blatant way the soiled doves did. She either simply worked the bar or owned the place. John’s gut and the ladies apparent charisma told him it was the latter. She placed the bottle of shine on the table and placed her hands on both Leo and his shoulders. It was pathetic but John instinctively tensed up and had to stop his hands from balling into fists. It occurred to him that the only time he ever really got human contact was when he was in conflict and he had to stop himself from laughing out loud at his own pitiful nature. Pretty much sharing Leo’s sentiment John did his best to meet the woman's eyes but soon found himself nervously tapping his finger on his whiskey glass as he did so.

“Uh, yeah. I have a couple of things to do myself… Maybe later though. I will probably need a room tonight.” He spoke, somewhat quieter than he might usually.

“Oh, thank you for the moonshine.” He met her eyes again suddenly remembering it was the polite thing to do, especially when showing gratitude. An inane smirk shaped the corner of his mouth as he wished deeply he could have already gulped down a good portion of the moonshine. It might have slowed the fear he felt rising in his chest. He grabbed the bottle off of the table and poured himself a glass, drinking slowly to hide what he thought was his breathing too fast.

Disappointment visibly fell over Rosalyn’s face, her lips dropping into a frown and head tilting towards one shoulder. The reaction might as well be called rehearsed as it was used frequently with visitors unable or unwilling to utilize both aspects of the woman’s business. Her ability to make those she was conversing with feel as though they owned her full attention and complete adoration was practically impeccable.

“Oh, how unfortunate to hear. Just traveling through town, then?” Inquiring about the business of strangers was not a common practice of hers, but the tightening of one of the man’s shoulders at her touch was palpable and she was desperate to avoid addressing it. She subtly noted the man’s additional anxious movements: his finger’s twitching, chest rising rapidly, avoidance of eye contact. The surface coarseness of his appearance made it very apparent that his occupation certainly was not one that left his palms soft. She pulled her hands away from both of them and planted them on her own hips.

“I would have to recommend the lodging across the way for overnight stays. They seem to be better equipped for guests, but should they have no rooms available, I’m certain we can get you settled somewhere.” Roz was careful with her words and avoided offering the man a place to sleep in the business. Her stomach rolled as the thought of a particular man who overstayed his welcome invaded her mind. I suppose he did sleep well she thought, referencing his resting place only steps from her back porch.

“Thank you ma’am,” Leo responded to her words. “I must bid adios.” With that he stood up and headed out the front of the saloon.

He stepped into the street, while heading to the general store when he heard a familiar voice call out his name with a Mexican accent, “Cucaracha!” yelled the voice. In Spanish he continued, “we’ve been waiting for you!”

Leo turned to his right and caught the site of three members of the Del Lobos gang. “Cucaracha, I’m afraid you’ve eaten your last meal and drank your last sip of whiskey.”

“Roberto!? What are you doing here?” Leo yelled to the Del Lobos member. “You want to duel it out here in the street!? One on three? That hardly seems fair at all.”

“Fair, who wants fair?” Roberto Colon laughed at the half breed, Leo Velez, also known as La Cucaracha. The three men brushed their ponchos and coats away from their pistols revealing their sidearms for all to see. Leo swallowed realizing what was coming next. He also slowly pulled his coat tail behind his back.

The four men were no longer smiling. They stared at each other over a distance of roughly fifteen yards. The three Del Lobos members were standing more than five feet from one another. Leo counted his blessings and muttered off a quick Padre Nuestro in his head. Then made up his mind. He was ready to go.

“Blam! Blam! Blam! Blam!” The shots rang out in rapid succession. Leo was able to get the drop on Roberto Colon, sending him to his grave, but three bullets also found their mark to Leo Velez allowing him to follow Senior Colon to the grave as well. Leo Velez, also known as the Cockroach fell back into the dusty road with a hole in the forehead and a widening pool of blood covering the dirt behind his head and a second hole in his chest causing a second pool of blood to form behind his torso. His marker would read, [i]R.I.P. Here lies Leo Velez, b. 1875 d. 1897 The Cockroach.”

Collaboration: @Sad Ogo@Berlin

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I may have a Master's, but that doesn't exempt me from being an idiot at times.

@Xandrya

^ Genius. This is one of the wisest most intelligent things any person could ever say. This reminds me of a Samuel Clemens (Mark Twain) quote. It is an old status.

"It is better to keep your mouth closed and let people think you are a fool than to open it and remove all doubt." --Samuel Clemens

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I like cats.

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@Xandrya
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Donny Yen!

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@Briza My full name contains five (5) letters.