Monday, March 29, 2021

Push Through the Kill Zone

H/T The Tactical Hermit

Agree with TTH and amplified. Great write up and thanks for sharing. Spread this far and wide. Every patriot needs to watch this and get angry. Antifa and the police working together side by side to bring down one man. I hate watching and writing about this shit. It is horrible to watch, but we must face the truth. This is reality. Nonetheless, I feel like Ebenezer Scrooge when faced with man’s own sins:

"Forgive me if I am not justified in what I ask," said Scrooge, looking intently at the Spirit's robe, "but I see something strange, and not belonging to yourself, protruding from your skirts. Is it a foot or a claw?"

"It might be a claw, for the flesh there is upon it," was the Spirit's sorrowful reply. "Look here."

From the foldings of its robe, it brought two children; wretched, abject, frightful, hideous, miserable. They knelt down at its feet, and clung upon the outside of its garment.

"Oh, Man! look here. Look, look, down here!" exclaimed the Ghost.

They were a boy and girl. Yellow, meagre, ragged, scowling, wolfish; but prostrate, too, in their humility. Where graceful youth should have filled their features out, and touched them with its freshest tints, a stale and shrivelled hand, like that of age, had pinched, and twisted them, and pulled them into shreds. Where angels might have sat enthroned, devils lurked, and glared out menacing. No change, no degradation, no perversion of humanity, in any grade, through all the mysteries of wonderful creation, has monsters half so horrible and dread.

Scrooge started back, appalled. Having them shown to him in this way, he tried to say they were fine children, but the words choked themselves, rather than be parties to a lie of such enormous magnitude.

"Spirit! are they yours?" Scrooge could say no more.

They are Man's," said the Spirit, looking down upon them. "And they cling to me, appealing from their fathers. This boy is Ignorance. This girl is Want. Beware them both, and all of their degree, but most of all beware this boy, for on his brow I see that written which is Doom, unless the writing be erased. Deny it!" cried the Spirit, stretching out its hand towards the city. "Slander those who tell it ye! Admit it for your factious purposes and make it worse. And bide the end!"

Anyway, like always, I digress. I had a few ideas as I watched this. I am certainly not dogging the man for anything he did. I am just thinking out loud as I watch this video. Take it or leave it:

1. Don't make yourself a target. You do not live in a country of laws anymore so act like it. American flags, loud stickers, and even veteran signs invite trouble depending on your AO. Wear them if you want but be ready to be a target. Act accordingly.

2. Don't get out of your vehicle unless you absolutely must. Think of it like reacting to an ambush, push through the kill zone first. YOU NEVER STOP IN THE KILL ZONE!!! They want you to stop there so they can escalate the fight in their own way. Don’t fight on the battlefield they choose. Never fight in the kill zone.

3. 0:28: Never walk into a crowd of people, no matter how big or small it is. If you made the mistake of stopping and getting out, keep an obstacle (the truck) between you and them. In this case, instead of the truck being an obstacle to the mob, it is used as a screen to allow the mob to escalate the fight on their terms.

4. If pepper sprayed, break contact immediately. GTFOOT. Get the fuck out of there. You know you are being filmed and in their kill zone. Slip away, Airborne! Leave your truck if you must. The times are changing fast. The mob is allowed to attack you. You are not allowed to defend yourself. Drawing your weapon to make a stand is your last resort and if you do, have the mindset to be ready to use it. A mob which thinks you will not shoot will not have remorse as they literally rip you apart limb by limb. I have seen other countries Special Forces units which were not ready for the ferocity of the mob. Sure, they backed off, but not very far.

5. 0:50: The crowd smells blood as their police allies moves in to finish the fight. With the threat gone, the crowd also moves closer. The cops arrest another innocent man (and apparent Vietnam veteran by the decal on his vehicle) as crowd cheers and jeers. If this continues down the path we are going then eventually the police will leave that man with the crowd and back away because they know they will be next. The Iraqi' mobs like to cut off heads and dicks. I wonder if the American communists will do the same?

That is really all I can watch. Too much anger, hate, and disgust. It makes me angry that an American Marine Vietnam Veteran (if the stickers on his vehicle are correct) is being treated this way by two different communists units, and one state sanctioned! Oh, how the mighty have fallen. I guess the last bit of advice is to get yourself a dash camera or body cam if you are going to engage with these people. The camera phone has become the rifle in this new version of warfare that is being waged in America. It is always better to have your point of view filmed and documented because you know theirs will be. And they have the backing of the entire system. Always avoid contact and deescalate unless on your home field. Only then is it speed, surprise, and violence of action. Silence, violence, silence. And don't remember nothing. Always have a Ranger buddy. Good luck out there, we all need it. Raptor 2, out.


Saturday, March 27, 2021


H/T The Tactical Hermit

Spread as far and wide as possible. The enemy is real, serious, and organized. This is all without weapons. Imagine their tactics when the shooting starts. Stay away from crowds. Don't get caught without a weapon. Don't be weak sauce. Be the old breed.


Sunday, March 14, 2021

The Shot Not Taken


Consider the historical waves of this shot not taken. This is the importance of the sniper. It is also the difference between America and the nation which birthed her, Great Britain. I would have taken the shot. I know that men like Francis Marion, Daniel Morgan, and John Stark would have as well. I know this for a fact. What would you have done? It is truly all about the will to win and not some dumb gentlemanly act.

If Patrick Ferguson had taken aim and fired at the officer who turned his back and rode away, there is no telling how the American Revolution would have turned out.

On September 11, 1777, an army of 12,500 British troops who had recently landed at the northern end of the Chesapeake Bay marched through Pennsylvania toward the patriot capital of Philadelphia. Covering their flank, a detachment of green-clad British marksmen hid in the woods along Brandywine Creek, near Chadds Ford, Pennsylvania, and kept a lookout for American forces led by General George Washington. Suddenly a cavalry officer dressed in the flamboyant uniform of a European hussar rode into view, followed by a senior American officer wearing a high-cocked hat.

Captain Patrick Ferguson, a 33-year-old Scotsman reputed to be the finest shot in the British army, commanded the British marksmen, who were equipped with fast-firing, breech-loading rifles of Ferguson’s own design. He whispered to three of his best riflemen to creep forward and pick off the unsuspecting officers. But before the men were in place, he felt disgust at the idea of such an ambush, and ordered them not to fire. He shouted to the American officer, who was riding a bay horse. The American looked his way for a moment, and turned to ride on. Ferguson called again, this time leveling his rifle toward the officer. The American glanced back before slowly cantering away.

A day later, after he had been seriously wounded himself, Ferguson learned that the American officer he let ride off was most likely General George Washington. “I could have lodged half a dozen balls in or about him, before he was out of my reach,” Ferguson recalled, “but it was not pleasant to fire at the back of an unoffending individual, who was acquitting himself very coolly of his duty—so I let him alone.”

If Ferguson had taken aim and fired at the officer who turned his back and rode away, there is no telling how the American Revolution would have turned out. Washington lost the Battle of Brandywine and then the city of Philadelphia, but lived on to win the war. A century later, American historian Lyman C. Draper wrote: “How slight, oftentimes, are the incidents which…seem to give direction to the most momentous concerns of the human race. This singular impulse of Ferguson illustrates, in a forcible manner, the over-ruling hand of Providence in directing the operation of a man’s mind when he himself is least of all aware of it.”

Generations have honored the name of Washington, but few remember the chivalrous officer who held his fire and let the general ride on into history. The Scotsman deserved fame for what he did in the rest of his short but full life; he was a brave but unconventional professional soldier, eager for battle from adolescence to the day he died. As Draper would write, “No man, perhaps, of his rank and years, ever attained more military distinction in his day than Patrick Ferguson.” Many months after Brandywine, when the Revolutionary War turned south, it also turned to partisan combat, especially in the thinly settled country back of the Atlantic coast. There Ferguson rode into a darker chapter of history in a battlefield finale that was anything but glorious.

Ferguson was a son of the Scottish Enlightenment, born in 1744 to an eminent judge near Aberdeen, who bought a commission for him before his 15th birthday as a cornet (junior lieutenant) in the Royal North British Dragoons. He proved himself under fire in Flanders and Germany during the Seven Years’ War, but sustained injuries that derailed his military career for nearly six years. Although one leg was still lame, in 1768 he returned to service as a captain in the 70th Foot, a regiment assigned to put down slave uprisings in the West Indies. That meant disorganized, small-unit warfare, experience that Ferguson would draw on near the end of his life. After the tropical islands, he was sent in the early 1770s to the garrison of Halifax, Nova Scotia, quiet duty that soon bored him, and he returned to Britain as disputes heightened between the American colonies and the mother country….

Read the rest here…

The queen of the modern battlefield is the sniper. Western warfare is dead. No one wears a uniform anymore except western armies that lose in places they should not be. No uniforms. No symbols. Only silence, violence, silence. The Peace of Westphalia is dead. The Paris Peace Treaties are dead. The western nations are being overrun because they cannot accept this fact. An insidious force has used Christian empathy as a weakness and foothold to invade our lands. They have used our lethargy, appetite, and sins to separate us from our own history and take over our lands. Now they use the invaders on you, out in the open and silence you for saying something. The state government is not going to save you. Voting will not save you. Depending on your women will not save you. The sooner you accept that, the sooner there is a future for our children, if you haven't already aborted them, that is.

Pray often for wisdom and knowledge. This is a multi-generational fight which men need to wage, physically and philosophically. Western men need to find their balls again and stop worrying about their comfortable slave lives in the corporate world. Master: physical training, marksmanship, medical training, mobility, and small unit tactics, and any physical trade which deals in reality like carpentry, welding, plumbing, electrician, medical field…etc., as a base. Study: target detection, range estimation, stalking, and marksmanship for your Masters. Be resilient, adaptive, and innovative. Be a nuisance to TPTB. Team up with the like-minded men in your AO. Teach your own children. Free yourselves. That is really all there is to say. Raptor 2, out. 

Friday, March 5, 2021

The Light Infantry Report


The ultimate value of the sniper in any generation of warfare is to make the enemy feel as uncomfortable as possible where they usually feel comfortable. Consider this short story about prominent Civil War General John Sedgewick:

Maj. Gen. John Sedgwick was one of the most experienced and competent officers in the Army of the Potomac. He was also greatly respected and beloved by his men. Born in 1813, he graduated from West Point in 1837, later serving in the Seminole War, the Mexican War, and at various posts in the West. He became a brigadier general at the beginning of the Civil War and led a division at Antietam, where he was seriously wounded. Returning to duty in 1863, Sedgwick was placed in command of the Sixth Corps, which he led at Chancellorsville and Gettysburg. By the Overland Campaign, he was the army’s highest-ranking officer after only Meade.

The Sixth Corps arrived at Spotsylvania on the afternoon of May 8 after a severe march. After dark, it took its place in the center of the Union line, its right flank resting on the Brock Road. Warren’s Fifth Corps was on Sedgwick’s right, and Hancock’s Second Corps would eventually extend the line to the left. Sedgwick established his headquarters 100 feet or so from this spot. Two guns of Battery H, 1st New York Artillery, stood where two branches of the Brock Road met.

Confederate sharpshooters had been peppering the area all morning on May 9, wounding, among others, General William Morris. Staff officers cautioned Sedgwick not to approach the road, but he forgot their warnings a few minutes later when he walked over here to untangle a snarl in his line. When his men warned him to take cover, Sedgwick responded by joking, "They couldn’t hit an elephant at that distance." Just then, a sharpshooter’s bullet crashed into his skull, right below his left eye, killing him instantly. When Grant heard the news, he could hardly believe it. "Is he really dead?" he asked, later remarking that Sedgwick’s death was "greater than the loss of a whole division of troops."

That is a pretty cool story, and it highlights the advantage a sharpshooter has. Where the sniper has the advantage is that no matter what experience level he is, he can operate independently, without the bureaucracies of any state backed militaries, while making an impact on the world stage with hidden fires from a concealed position. Does the hunter need to be supplied by anyone but himself? No, he does not. He still kills the deer to feed his family. That is 4GW, independent cells down to the individual, operating on their own initiative in their own AO. (We will have an AO breakdown post soon) Basically, it makes the sniper the queen of battle in 4GW. This makes him an extremely deadly adversary in any generation of warfare. 

The US Army Ranger motto is Sua Sponte (Of their own accord) and it certainly fits the unit and school. In law, it also means, "of one's own accord; voluntarily". These sayings fit all operations in 4GW, especially for the sniper. The Tactical Hermit describes it best in part three of his short story, The Partisan Ledger. SGM R.C. Jackson ended up in the right place at the right time on his own accord. Because of that, he sparked something much bigger than himself and saved a few lives in the process. Read the while thing, it is a great series on 4GW. The lesson: it is more about the will to fight than the individual ability to fight. The future of warfare is the sniper.

One truth of war that only soldiers know is that when you operate with a well-trained squad/platoon you grow comfortable even in the most dangerous environments. Weapons everywhere, eyes scanning everywhere, Apaches overhead, overwatch positions set, sitting in the middle of an up armored whale of a vehicle; it all lulls you into a false sense of security over time. And that is the best of soldiers who want to be in the fight. Of course, this opens you up for an attack and once you get attacked, the inexperienced overreact.

I think that is where we are right now. The mostly peaceful protest at the Capitol really did scare them to their core. It was the first time they felt uncomfortable in their jobs, maybe their lives, and it was on their home field. I know all the stuff about Antifa. I have heard it was planned. I do not care, nor do I think it matters. What matters is that they were used to good times. They live isolated lives in their own bubbles. They have no idea what is going on outside the wire. Our leaders never felt that the people would ever do anything. Now, they look outside the wire and see the country that they have created in all its glory. The cloud people are seeing the anger, despair, and desperation when they peek out their windows. They see the dirt people digging in and clinging to their God and guns. We are seeing the tell-tale signs of inexperienced, ignorant, and na├»ve leaders. They have overreacted on all fronts since 2015…and bigly. Now they are doubling down. It cannot end well.


Daniel Morgan. Read about him and learn what it is like to be a true American. Heritage America is a nation of independent, rebellious snipers with hate in our hearts for the evil people who try to lord over us. Consider this fine specimen of Americana:

Daniel Morgan, an American hero during the American Revolution, grew up with a rebellious streak. As a young man, he settled in Virginia's Shenandoah Valley outside Winchester. Morgan worked as a teamster, hauling freight to the eastern part of the colony.

His teamster career drew him into the French and Indian War, during which he helped to supply the British Army. He soon became known as the “Old Wagoner.” He would accompany General Edward Braddock on his ill-fated campaign against the French and Indians at Fort Duquesne. He survived the campaign, but soon thereafter Morgan annoyed a superior officer who struck him with the flat of his sword. Morgan knocked the man out. For his impertinence, Morgan was punished with 500 lashes—typically fatal number. He survived the ordeal, carrying his scars and his disdain for the rest of his life. Afterward, when Morgan retold the story, he commonly boasted that the British had miscounted, only giving him 499.

Morgan eventually joined a company of rangers in the Shenandoah Valley. Outside Fort Ashby, Morgan and his companion were ambushed by Indians allied with the French. Morgan took a musket ball through the back of his neck that crushed his left jaw and exited his cheek, taking all his teeth on that side of his mouth.  He miraculously survived the encounter but carried the scars with him for the rest of his life.

After the outbreak of the American Revolution, Morgan led a force of riflemen to reinforce the patriots laying siege to Boston in 1775. His company, known as “Morgan’s riflemen” marched from Virginia to Boston in 21 days, in what was called the Bee-Line March. These Southerners and frontiersmen quickly gained a reputation for their hard fighting ways and the incredible accuracy of their rifles.  They also distinguished themselves through their dress.  Morgan and his men wore hunting shirts, a distinctly American garment that soon struck fear in the British Army because of the known accuracy of the American riflemen, and soon became a common uniform item in the Continental Army. Later in 1775, Morgan joined the American expedition to invade Canada organized by General Benedict Arnold. During the Battle of Quebec, Arnold suffered a wound to his leg, forcing command of the American forces on Morgan. The combat, however, resulted in his capture along with 400 other Americans. His release several months later was followed by his promotion to colonel of the 11th Virginia Regiment.

One of Morgan’s most valuable qualities as a commander was his ability to think beyond the confines of the accepted standards of warfare. Not long after becoming colonel, he was placed in charge of a corps of light infantry made up of Virginians, Pennsylvanians, and Marylanders and he began to employ tactics designed to disturb the disciplined Royal troops. He and his men wore Indian disguises and used hit-and-run maneuvers against the British in New York and New Jersey throughout 1777.

Later in 1777, Morgan joined Horatio Gates army and participated in the pivotal Battle of Saratoga.  During one of the engagements near Saratoga, one of Morgan’s riflemen killed British General Simon Fraser and helped turn the tide of the battle.

Morgan was indispensable to the Continental Army during the Saratoga campaign, but he grew irritated when he repeatedly failed to receive promotions. The commander-in-chief appointed Morgan colonel of the 7th Virginia Regiment, but he was continually passed over for promotion to a more elevated rank. Because of this, rather than resign, Morgan accepted an “honorable furlough.”

By 1780, Patriot forces in the South were desperate for Morgan’s services. Morgan initially refused to rejoin the army, but after Horatio Gates’ disaster at the Battle of Camden, Morgan returned to service as a brigadier general. Once Nathanael Greene assumed command of southern American troops, he granted Morgan command over one arm of the southern forces and tasked him with harassing Tories in the South Carolina backcountry.

Morgan’s main adversary was British Colonel Banastre Tarleton and his Legion of dragoons. Tarleton and Morgan’s forces faced each other at Cowpens in South Carolina on January 17, 1781. Morgan emerged victorious and secured his reputation as a skilled military tactician. Utilizing knowledge of his enemy’s aggressive and impulsive behavior, Morgan lured Tarleton into a trap with a fake retreat. Tarleton charged, only to be surprised when Morgan’s infantry turned to fire and a hidden cavalry force joined the conflict. The victory was complete and was a turning point in the war in the South. Not long after the victory at Cowpens, Morgan resigned his commission for good and returned to Virginia.

We need more men like this and less men like McConnell leading us. McConnell, by the way, served a whole thirty-seven days in the military before he was booted or quit. Look it up if you do not believe me. I am not even going to link it because I do not link to such weak, inconsequential men. He will be forgotten soon. I know a lot of real vets read my work. Think about that and compare it with Morgan or Francis Marion (AKA The Swampfox), or even yourself. Those were the men used for the base of the movie, The Patriot. Be more like Benjamin Martin or even you. Less like that turtle, McConnell. TINVOWOOT. Fuck them....

The Winter War, 1939. Motti Tactics. Watch the quick documentary below and realize an invisible enemy has chopped down our nation like the Finnish chopped down Soviet columns in the woods of Finland.

It would be so much easier if our enemies wore uniforms. Instead, we are being chopped down one state, county, city, and zone at a time. Be light infantry, the queen of battle. Raids in the offense, ambush in the defense. Snipers are needed, like Simo Hayha’s, everywhere. Legends say Soviet units were found with their throats slit while still in camp, frozen as though they were still eating chow and fires barely out. The ghosts are everywhere. Reminds me of the Devils in Baggy Pants legend a bit... The Finnish were lucky in a sense. In least the Soviets wore uniforms. Instead of uniformed soldiers, it has been civilian soldier immigrants from every nation invading America. A true world invasion of a nation. I hate living in these times. I would rather live in a Northern New Hampshire town of 1880. In fact, there is a famous episode of The Twilight Zone of a 1960’s guy having enough of those times and going back. Imagine what he would think if he saw America 2021. He would have killed himself on the spot.

I think that is it for the day. If you could not tell, todays post was in tribute to Ol’ Remus and his Woodpile Report. I could not wait for that each week. I certainly could never do his work justice, but I figured I would try. I loved his format. Not stealing it, just a tribute. Raptor 2, out.