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Irish Guards
The Sniper Platoon have entered a team in the Irish Defence Force Marksmanship Competition next week. They will be competing against top international specialists for 1st place.
Good luck!
D6Iqi30U0AAYbfy.jpg
Irish Guards
The Sniper Platoon have entered a team in the Irish Defence Force Marksmanship Competition next week. They will be competing against top international specialists for 1st place.
Good luck!
MOD: OPSEC. No one is to post details of the locations of ANY part of this competition until after DFPO do so.
Ignore this. instant ban. No second chance. There is a resurgent nationalist terror threat out there.They wouldn't give a second thought to taking out DF members alongside UKAF members. It has taken years of hard work and building of trust to get the DoD and higher to agree to this event. It can all be swept away in a nano second because of an incident.
Think before you post.
Infantry Corps - An Lámh Comhrac
"Let us be clear about three facts:First of all.All battles and all wars are won in the end by the Infantryman.Secondly the Infantryman bears the brunt of the fighting,his casualties are heavier and he suffers greater extremes of fatigue and discomfort than the other arms.Thirdly,the art of the Infantryman is less stereotyped and harder to acquire than that of any other arm".
-- Field Marshall Earl Wavell.1948
Apologies
"Well, stone me! We've had cocaine, bribery and Arsenal scoring two goals at home. But just when you thought there were truly no surprises left in football, Vinnie Jones turns out to be an international player!" (Jimmy Greaves)!"
Posted by the DF on FB: https://scontent-dub4-1.xx.fbcdn.net...ab&oe=5D6E2E7F
Interesting that they're using the Steyr as a spotter rifle. Also the subdued 7BN flash
I knew a simple soldier boy.....
Who grinned at life in empty joy,
Slept soundly through the lonesome dark,
And whistled early with the lark.
In winter trenches, cowed and glum,
With crumps and lice and lack of rum,
He put a bullet through his brain.
And no one spoke of him again.
You smug-faced crowds with kindling eye
Who cheer when soldier lads march by,
Sneak home and pray you'll never know
The hell where youth and laughter go.
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