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 naïve 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.