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Gurkha ignores knife wound to trap his mugger for 15 minutes while blade was stuck in his arm
DailyMail ^ | 13 October 2012 | Emma Clark

Posted on 10/14/2012 5:44:05 PM PDT by Daffynition

Anyone with any knowledge of military history knows the golden rule – don’t mess with a Gurkha.

But the knife-wielding mugger in this drama clearly had no idea what he was messing with.

He pushed Taitex Phlamachha, a former member of the famous fighting force, up against a wall and demanded money.

(Excerpt) Read more at dailymail.co.uk ...


TOPICS: Military/Veterans; Weird Stuff
KEYWORDS: banglist; gurkha; kukri
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1 posted on 10/14/2012 5:44:12 PM PDT by Daffynition
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2 posted on 10/14/2012 5:51:35 PM PDT by vbmoneyspender
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To: vbmoneyspender

The knife wasn’t stuck in his arm - it was buried in his arm.


3 posted on 10/14/2012 5:53:03 PM PDT by vbmoneyspender
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To: Daffynition

Brave man!


4 posted on 10/14/2012 5:53:34 PM PDT by thecodont
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I love the old joke about the Ghurka squad that was briefed on a low drop from an aircraft... The Brit officer explains in detail the direction they will come over the target, the altitude, the expected disposition of enemies, and fight etc... and then moves on to begin to explain how the parachute will be employed.

Sensing a sudden release of tension, the officer asks the Ghurka SGT what that was about, and he responds: "We weren't sure we were going to get parachutes".

People I want in my end of the ditch: Ghurkas, Sikhs, and Samoans.

/johnny

5 posted on 10/14/2012 5:53:39 PM PDT by JRandomFreeper (Gone Galt)
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To: Daffynition
I did say, "You need to know who I am".
"I don't know who you are. I don't know what you want. If you are looking for ransom, I can tell you I don't have money. But what I do have are a very particular set of skills; skills I have acquired over a very long career. Skills that make me a nightmare for people like you."

6 posted on 10/14/2012 5:53:46 PM PDT by NonValueAdded ("Why not eliminate the middle man and have whoever feeds Obama his lines debate Romney directly?")
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To: Daffynition

Agreed.


7 posted on 10/14/2012 5:55:21 PM PDT by OneWingedShark (Q: Why am I here? A: To do Justly, to love mercy, and to walk humbly with my God.)
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Love that movie.

‘We can negotia...BAM!’


8 posted on 10/14/2012 6:06:03 PM PDT by Free Vulcan (Election 2012 - America stands or falls. No more excuses. Get involved.)
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The perp was lucky Mr. Phlamachha didn't have his Kukri on him. Bad guy would have been reduced to luncheon meat.


9 posted on 10/14/2012 6:08:48 PM PDT by Daffynition (Self-respect: the secure feeling that no one, as yet, is suspicious. ~ HLM)
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England is a very violent country.


10 posted on 10/14/2012 6:13:33 PM PDT by BobL (You can live each day only once. You can waste a few, but don't waste too many.)
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To: JRandomFreeper; NonValueAdded

Former Chief of staff of the Indian Army, Field Marshal Sam Manekshaw, once famously said[2] about Gurkhas:

**If a man says he is not afraid of dying, he is either lying or is a Gurkha.**


11 posted on 10/14/2012 6:16:08 PM PDT by Daffynition (Self-respect: the secure feeling that no one, as yet, is suspicious. ~ HLM)
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I’m surprised he didn’t pull the knife out of his arm and use it to carve the perp into small chunks.


12 posted on 10/14/2012 6:20:23 PM PDT by Farmer Dean (stop worrying about what they want to do to you,start thinking about what you want to do to them)
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Pulling the knife out might have caused more bleeding.


13 posted on 10/14/2012 6:22:43 PM PDT by piasa (Attitude adjustments offered here free of charge)
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To: Daffynition

Gurkhas, Sikhs and Marines. The holy trinity of whoop ass.


14 posted on 10/14/2012 6:27:35 PM PDT by mnehring
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To: JRandomFreeper

I’ve said for a while we should have recruited Gurkha and Sikh regiments in the wake of 9/11.


15 posted on 10/14/2012 6:30:42 PM PDT by FreedomPoster (Islam delenda est.)
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To: Daffynition

Here is an old FR thread you might find interesting: http://www.freerepublic.com/focus/f-news/2663935/posts


16 posted on 10/14/2012 6:32:16 PM PDT by rawhide
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It would have been over in a week.


17 posted on 10/14/2012 6:37:29 PM PDT by mnehring
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To: Daffynition

 

 

 

http://www.hindu.com/2008/06/28/stories/2008062856540100.htm


Stirring send-off to ‘Sam Bahadur’

 

Special Correspondents

 

 

 

 


 
SOLDIER’S GENERAL: Field Marshal Sam Manekshaw at a military parade on October 23, 2004 in New Delhi.


Samspeak: “If anyone tells you he is never afraid, he is a liar or a Gurkha!”


 

NEW DELHI: Field Marshal S.H.F.J. Manekshaw was given the final salute in a state funeral with full military honours in the Nilgiris on Friday. He died at the age of 94 early on Friday at the Wellington Military Hospital where he was battling lung disease.

He was considered one of the country’s great war heroes. The victory over Pakistan in the 1971 war that he masterminded helped create Bangladesh.

The body was buried in a Parsi graveyard in Udhagamandalam, next to where lay buried his wife Silloo, who died seven years ago.

Union Minister of State for Defence Pallam Raju placed a wreath on behalf of the Prime Minister and the Central Government. State Khadi Minister D. Ramachandran placed a wreath on behalf of the Tamil Nadu Government.

Representatives of the Army, the Navy and the Air Force, the Royal Bhutan Army and the three forces of Bangladesh, the Southern Command and local wings of the forces placed wreaths.

Around noon, the body was kept at the Madras Regimental Centre parade grounds, Wellington, for about three hours to enable the public to pay homage. Thousands of people, ranging from officers of the armed forces and civil officials to members of the public, filed past. The queue seemed endless.

The body was then placed in a coffin and taken in a flower-bedecked military truck to the graveyard, 20 km from Wellington. The last rites were performed by Manekshaw’s family members in a private ceremony under Zoroastrian customs.

‘Sam’ Maneskhaw was a soldier’s General who led daring military assaults, planned his moves meticulously, read his enemy’s mind well and backed his men even when the political leadership was bearing down on him. He was a great motivator.

The list of his awards is long, beginning with the Military Cross he got during the Second World War. A fortnight before his retirement, Manekshaw was made a Field Marshal.

He was the second Indian to be thus decorated after K.M. Cariappa. In between, he was awarded the Padma Bhushan in 1968 and the Padma Vibhushan in 1971.

But more impressive was his personality — handsome, self-assured, with a trademark handlebar moustache. These were backed by raw courage, determination and a sharp military mind.

He could stand up to politicians while losing none of his wit.

Sam ‘Bahadur’ was so called because of his long association with the Gurkha regiment after his parent force, the Frontier Rifles, was allocated to Pakistan.

One of his sayings, which has passed into Gurkha regiment legend: “If anyone tells you he is never afraid, he is a liar or a Gurkha!”

 

 

 

http://www.badassoftheweek.com/shrestha.html

 

 

Badass of the Week.

 

 

Bishnu Shrestha

"It is better to die than be a coward."

- Gurkha motto


Bishnu Shrestha wasn't looking for a fight on the evening of 2 September 2010. As his express train roared through the darkness of the jungles of West Bengal, this Nepalese ex-soldier sat quietly, looking out the window into the calm stillness of the night sky above. The 35 year old veteran was finally on his way back home, having just retired from his position as a Naik (Corporal) in the 7th Battalion of the 8th Gurkha Infantry – a famous, battle-hardened regiment of ass-whompers that had produced balls-out awesome war heroes like Lachhiman Gurung, and a unit in which Shrestha's own father had served during Vietnam. One in a long line of warriors, Bishnu himself had seen plenty of combat in Iraq, Afghanistan, and probably a half-dozen other locations that may never be declassified, and now, after having spent a good part of his adult life crushing his foes with the stock of his assault rifle and charging enemy positions armed with a bayonet and his ultra-badass kukri knife, he was looking forward to finally seeing an end to the constant fighting, settling down, and building a family in the quiet mountains of his homeland. On this evening he rode the Maurya Express, a passenger train appropriately sharing it's name with historical badass Chandragupta Maurya, enjoying the serenity of the Indian night.

But there would be no rest for the weary. Around midnight, the mighty locomotive ground to a halt unexpectedly, sending passengers lurching forward in their seats. Without warning, while everyone was still trying to figure out what the crap hell was going on, suddenly from seemingly every direction passengers stood up and began to whip out all manner of frighteningly gruesome-looking weaponry – guns, knives, clubs and fucking giant swords(seriously, who robs a train with a sword!) – and started shouting for everyone to sit still, get out their valuables, and prepare to get ripped the fuck off.


 


As if that wasn't bad enough, from a side door more armed thugs leapt into action, pouring into the train from the jungle beyond. Dozens of unscrupulous goons began making their way down the aisles, shaking down everyone for their shit, stealing wallets, tearing jewelry from the necks of old women, snatchin laptops and cell phones, and waving knives in the faces of terrified hostages.

Despite the chaos around him, Naik Bishnu Shrestha just sat there quietly. Not saying anything. Not betraying his emotions. Even when the thugs took his own wallet, he remained silent. Like a true badass, he knew that this wasn't his fight. Just be quiet, give them what they want, and survive. It's just a few hundred bucks. It's not worth dying over.

But then shit got out of hand. You see, it just so happened that Shrestha was sitting near a cute 18 year-old girl, and when this gang of baby-kicking terrorists came by her seat they decided it would be awesome to be the complete fucking slime of the earth and gang-rape her in front of her own terrified parents just for shits and giggles. The terrorist leader cut open her shirt while she cried for help.

That was fucking it. Bishnu Shrestha couldn't just sit by any longer.


 


Unfortunately for the douchebags of West Bengal, when the thugs had robbed Bishnu they'd made one fatal mistake: They didn't take his kukri. This ultra-hardass Gurkha warrior, one in a long line of head-cleaving soldiers battle-hardened by centuries of hand-to-hand combat (and a steady diet of steel tacks and the corpses of their slain enemies), had given up his money, but knew better than to ever relinquish his weapon. Slowly, effortlessly, he eased the hilt from its hiding place. Now these fuckers were going to see what it felt like to get a taste of their own steel-tipped medicine, and it was going to taste like dental-grade pain and a roll of nasty old pennies.

Corporal Shrestha leapt to his feet, drawing the ultimate symbol of Gurkha badassitude with one fluid motion. He flew across the train car, grabbing the would-be rapist from behind in a sleeper hold, pulled him up off the girl, and used him as a human shield while he lunged out and slashed one of the sword-swinging thugs, sending the hapless dude spinning off in a vicious tornado of blood. One of the other motherfuckers, unwilling to stab in the direction of his own boss, instead took the manly man's route and tried to cut the girl, slashing his knife wildly at her neck, but the girl only took a minor wound before Shrestha dropped him with a lightning-quick strike. With the terrorists in the immediate vicinity disposed of, he sliced the throat of his human shield and went looking for more fuckers to get his blood-rage off on.


 


The news reports are pretty vague about what happened during this epic battle, where one balls-out Gurkha face-wrecker carved his way through a pack of 40 merciless cutthroats (indeed, even the above paragraph is a little bit of pulp fiction editorializing – merely my interpretation of the phrase "he took control of the attacker and killed everyone around him") but the fact of the matter is that after his initial ambush this ex-military mecha-hardass from one of the world's most over-the-top batshit-insane military organizations suddenly found himself in the middle of a hostage-filled train crawling with well-armed, highly-organized terrorists. This was Die Hard without the cowboy references. Delta Force without Lee Marvin. Under Siege without the Dramamine. and Passenger 57 without the always betting on black thing. And, worse yet, it was happening in real life.

Over the next twenty minutes, Corporal Bishnu Shrestha raced through the aisles giving those wanna-be punk-ass thugs a first-class ride on the Pain Train to Severed Arteryville, cutting, dodging, and back-alley knife fighting anything carrying a weapon larger than a ball-point pen. He took on the entire train – 40 men – at once, killing three and wounding eight more with a ferocious series of face-stabs and Limit Break Whirlwind Slashes so badass they would make Jet Li proud. Even after he took a nasty sword blow that severed every major artery and vein in his left hand, he continued carving up douchebags with his kukri, all the while spraying what I like to imagine to be a pseudo-comical amount of blood from his non-killing hand.

The sight of a real man was too much for those weak-willed thugs, and once they realized that they weren't just beating up schoolchildren and robbing crippled old ladies of their wedding rings and were instead facing a goddamned psychotic Gurkha with balls so gigantic they barely fit through the doorway of the train car, they dropped all their look and ran for it like fucking pussies. The whole thing was over in about 20 minutes. When the train pulled into the next station, police and emergency personnel were there to treat the wounded and rush Shrestha to the hospital, where he spent two months recovering from the injury to his hand. When the police searched the dead and dying thugs, they recovered 40 gold necklaces, 200 cell phones, 40 laptops, and nearly $10,000 in stolen cash. Those idiots lucky enough to be left alive were hauled in to jail.


 


Bishnu Shrestha was temporarily un-retired from the Gurkhas for the purposes of being promoted and subsequently awarded two medals for bravery and awesomeness. His former unit also awarded him with a presumably-rightously-looking silver-plated kukri (kind of like how when you beatGoldeneye you unlock the Silver PP7) and a cash bonus of 50,000 Rupees, which is enough to buy like 200 Blue Rings in The Legend of Zelda. The Indian Government also awarded him the bounty that was on the heads of this vicious gang, and granted him discounted airfare and train tickets for the rest of his life. I guess after hearing this guy's insane story they just decided to say, "fuck those backscatter ultra-invasive x-ray machines, the best anti-terror homeland security measure our country can take is to make sure this guy is on as many flights and trains as possible."

Ultimately, like a true badass, Bishnu Shrestha doesn't need any thanks for doing what he needed to do. The family of the girl he saved offered him a reward of $6,500, but the dude never stopped by to collect it. That wasn't the point. The man himself said it best, responding to reporters by saying, "Fighting the enemy in battle is my duty as a soldier.  Taking on the thugs on the train was my duty as a human being."


 


Links:

Republica News


Times of India


The Himalayan Beacon

 

18 posted on 10/14/2012 6:40:46 PM PDT by James C. Bennett (An Australian.)
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To: NonValueAdded

Watch that movie every time its on. Just last week was about my 5th time.....


19 posted on 10/14/2012 6:52:30 PM PDT by goat granny
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To: Daffynition
 
Badass of the Week.

Lachhiman Gurung
 

"I had to fight because there was no other way.  I felt I was going to die anyway, so I might as well die standing on my feet.  All I knew was that I had to go on and hold them back.  I am glad that helped the other soldiers in my platoon, but they would have all done the same thing."

 


There are plenty of seriously hardcore warrior associations out there, but as far as I'm concerned it doesn't get a whole lot better than the Gurkhas.  From as early as the 19th century, these sack-tearing hardasses from rural Nepal have been like Britain's personal detachment of borderline-sociopathic serial killers.  They're so disarming it's unnerving – they've got big, easy smiles, they're quiet, incredibly polite, respectful, and never really bother anybody.  They just want to chill out and drink some beers.  While none of this really screams badass through a truck-mounted megahorn, it's the deadliest, most insane motherfuckers who don't need to get all up in your face and talk a bunch of shit about how awesome they are. These are guys who know they can turn you from a rampaging dumbass to an eviscerated carcass in about two seconds if they want to, and they're confident enough in their abilities that they don't need to go all macho-man about it just because they're secretly worried that other people think they have small dicks or something. Despite the cool, calculated exterior, though, when it comes time to flip out, the Gurkhas are some motherfuckers who seriously FLIP THE FUCK OUT:



Every couple of years, the Gurkhas fighting in Afghanistan
get in trouble because they're always beheading the corpses of Taliban fighters.
That's not even a joke.


On the night of 12 May 1945, Lachhiman Gurung of the 8th Gurkha Rifles was part of a small forward platoon dug into trenches defending a position in Burma, when all of a sudden his tiny unit came under a massive attack from a couple hundred Japanese soldiers looking to punch through these defenses and then punch a few holes into his torso so that they could tear out his large intestines and strangle him to death with them.  The idea of this was not very appealing to Lachhiman.

The marauding Japanese first decided to soften up the Gurkha positions by chucking three full dickloads of hand grenades and various explosive materials into the Allied trenches and then face-shooting the bejeezus out of anyone who tried to dive out of the trench or otherwise escape their imminent fragmentation-related demises.  Gurung summarily developed an ingenious third option – one which didn't blow him up and didn't result in exposing himself to an enfilade of enemy fire – he just snatched the fucking live grenades up from the floor of the trench and chucked them back at the Japanese.  His tactic of hurling insults and incendiaries at the enemy whenever the opportunity presented itself worked out well for a while, and he sent two flying explosive middle-fingers back at his assailants, but the third time proved to not be the charm for Lachhiman – his timing was a little off and the grenade ended up detonating in his hand.  In the military, this is what they refer to as, "bad".

The frag blew off a couple fingers, destroyed his right arm, and nearly took off half his face.  He was left bleeding, partially blinded, crippled, and seriously fucked up in general, but despite having half of his body blown into something vaguely like Two-Face from Batman, Lachhiman Gurung was sure as fuck not going to stop resisting this onslaught as long as he was capable of sustaining basic life functions.  Half-dead, bloody, and badly wounded, Gurung drew his kukri knife – the ultimate symbol of Gurkha badassitude – jammed it point-first into the ground before him, and defiantly yelled into the darkness, "No one will pass here today!"

Then he grabbed his rifle, chambered a round, and shouted, "Now come and fight a Gurkha!"



There are very few occasions in which drawing a line in the sand is not badass.


With every other man dead or dying around him, Lachhiman Gurung never stopped shooting every Japanese person he could see.  This dude, by himself, loaded, cocked, and fired his fucking bolt-action rifle for four hours of non-stop combat, fighting off wave after wave of attackers like a wounded wolverine tearing his own leg off with bullets.  His tactic for success was to lie down in the trench, not get shot, wait until he could hear the enemy soldiers nearly right on top of him, and then pop up like a murderous, rifle-toting whack-a-mole and smoke some dude in half at point-blank range with his left hand.  Then he'd reposition the rifle, chamber a new round (lefty), shift it back, and blast another guy apart.  How the fuck he managed to hold off 200 gun-toting, battle-hardened Japanese soldiers using this technique is completely beyond me, but the authors of the Victoria Cross citations aren't usually in the habit of making shit up off the tops of their heads.

By the time the smoke cleared the next morning, Gurung had been fighting for over four hours straight.  31 Japanese soldiers lay dead in the field before him.  He'd single-handedly kicked all their asses, and I of course mean single-handedly in every possible meaning of the word.



A Lee-Enfield SMLE Mk III bolt-action rifle similar to the ones carried by 8 Gurkha.


Gurung obviously had to be hospitalized, mostly for for extreme blood-hysteria and obscenely high levels of deathtosterone, but also because half his arm had been blown off by a grenade and explosive shrapnel had blinded him in the right eye.  He never regained use of his right arm, but this guy ripped so many balls with his off-hand that they let him stay in the service and finish out the war with his unit.  He refused to be sent home anyways, and if there's one thing about Lachhiman Gurung, it's that you can't fucking make this guy move anywhere he doesn't want to go, so his superiors were just like, "forget it dude, whatever you want is bitchin' with us."

After the war, Gurung moved back home to Nepal for a while, but then eventually emigrated to Britain.  Even into his significantly more decrepit years, this guy continued staying true to his people and never forgot his roots – in 2008 when Gurkha soldiers were told they weren't allowed to live in Britain because they had "failed to demonstrate strong ties to Britain", the 91 year-old Gurung hauled ass out to the High Court out there decked out in about a million medals and told the judicial system to take their bullshit law, crumple up the paper it was printed on, and jam it up their own urethras.  Everyone was so impressed that they ended up repealing the stupid law. Damn straight.


 


Links:

Wikipedia


The Independent


The Telegraph


The Times


Victoria Cross Citation

 

20 posted on 10/14/2012 6:52:38 PM PDT by James C. Bennett (An Australian.)
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To: James C. Bennett

If there isn’t somebody in Hollywood planning to make an action movie out of this story, then none of them have the brains God gave a goose.


21 posted on 10/14/2012 6:57:31 PM PDT by Tuanedge (Warriors victorious in a hundred battles, flee when a tiger enters their tent.)
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To: Daffynition

In England the perp will get at least thirty days.


22 posted on 10/14/2012 7:00:34 PM PDT by Venturer
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To: Daffynition
I like the comment of the robber "I'm in trouble now". Yes, I'd say that correctly sums up the situation from the robber's point of view when he realizes that his steel knife has broken off due to the force of the Gurkha's reaction and that apparently the only effect on Mr Phlamachha, the planned victim, has been to make him angry.

And making a Gurkha fighter angry is never a good idea.

23 posted on 10/14/2012 7:01:26 PM PDT by freeandfreezing
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To: Venturer
In England the perp will get at least thirty days.

And the Gurkha, three years. For "resorting to violence".

A year or so ago, they were deporting ex-British military Gurkhas, while allowing asylum to Muslims from all over the Middle East.

24 posted on 10/14/2012 7:07:32 PM PDT by James C. Bennett (An Australian.)
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To: JRandomFreeper; mnehring

You want Sikhs?

Go to Vancouver, B.C. You’ll love it, it has one of the largest Sikh communities in North America.

Along with a large amount of Sikh-related crime, too.


25 posted on 10/14/2012 7:09:44 PM PDT by canuck_conservative
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To: James C. Bennett

Great posts...thanks!


26 posted on 10/14/2012 7:11:48 PM PDT by who knows what evil? (G-d saved more animals than people on the ark...www.siameserescue.org.)
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To: Daffynition

Ladies and gentlemen, I give you...Taitex “Mongo” Phlamachha. Don’t stab him. You’ll only make him mad.

That’s one liquor-store owner robbers don’t want to mess with.


27 posted on 10/14/2012 7:13:25 PM PDT by RichInOC ("Mongo! Santa Maria!")
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To: Tuanedge

Well:You know Hollywood,they will probably give the leading role to Sean Penn.


28 posted on 10/14/2012 7:14:40 PM PDT by Venturer
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To: James C. Bennett
They have a disproportianate amount of VCs.

They really are that bad.

/johnny

29 posted on 10/14/2012 7:15:51 PM PDT by JRandomFreeper (Gone Galt)
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To: Daffynition

Never bring a man to a Gurkha fight.


30 posted on 10/14/2012 7:18:21 PM PDT by TigersEye (dishonorabledisclosure.com - OPSEC (give them support))
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To: JRandomFreeper

Not sure about Samoans unless I wanted a great defensive line to demolish an opposing offense but I certainly agree with you about the Ghurkas and the Sikhs. They are some of the baddest soldiers on the planet. The Gurkas tend to be little guys while the Sikhs are usually big dudes. Good high-low kick butte weaponry!


31 posted on 10/14/2012 7:18:54 PM PDT by inthaihill (Living in an interesting paradise - Thailand!)
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To: Ramius; All

sword ping. ;-)

32 posted on 10/14/2012 7:22:09 PM PDT by skinkinthegrass (WA DC E$tabli$hment; DNC/RNC/Unionists...Brazilian saying: "$@me Old $hit; w/ different flie$" :^)
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To: Venturer

The MMA fighter Cung Le has been making lo budget action movies, his acting skills are actually pretty good. That train sequence, he would totally own that...JMO


33 posted on 10/14/2012 7:23:07 PM PDT by Tuanedge (Warriors victorious in a hundred battles, flee when a tiger enters their tent.)
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To: JRandomFreeper

I was in the service with quite a few Samoans. Strong as all get out but running and humping was not their thing.


34 posted on 10/14/2012 7:23:07 PM PDT by BBell (And Now for Something Completely Different)
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To: Daffynition
Kukris are wicked edged weapons. I've got a couple. I've accidentally cut myself with one while sharpening it. (yes, that's one way, the hard way, to know it's sharp enough) Great camping tools - useful for everything from trimming steaks to making kindling. If I had to go into the zombie apocalypse without firearms (even with) I'd want a Kukri with me too.
35 posted on 10/14/2012 7:28:12 PM PDT by ThunderSleeps (Stop obama now! Stop the hussein - insane agenda!)
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To: inthaihill
A Samoan picked my scrawny butt up and set me someplace sorta safe, once upon a time, when I was doing something stupid. Like I was a rag doll.

All of the three groups that I mentioned have a reputation for even temper (up to a point), good humor (even if they are scowling), tolerance, and sheer kick ass warfighting skills.

/johnny

36 posted on 10/14/2012 7:29:04 PM PDT by JRandomFreeper (Gone Galt)
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To: BBell
but running and humping was not their thing.

Not mine, anymore, either. ;)

/johnny

37 posted on 10/14/2012 7:41:52 PM PDT by JRandomFreeper (Gone Galt)
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To: freeandfreezing
I had a very good friend who was a Gurka commando that came to visit me years ago. We went to a local Chili's for some drinks and a large drunk man desided that he didn't like my little friend talking to some local girls.
Mi, my Gurka friend weighted maybe 130 and was about 5'8”
and this big dude just would not leave Mi alone. Long story short.... Mi was a BANDO Instructor.... I was lucky Mi, didn't kill him.
38 posted on 10/14/2012 8:41:34 PM PDT by baddog 219
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To: archy; Travis McGee; Squantos

ping


39 posted on 10/14/2012 8:43:54 PM PDT by B4Ranch (in-Stand Up and Be Counted ... Or Line Up and Be Numbered ...)
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To: Farmer Dean; piasa
I’m surprised he didn’t pull the knife out of his arm and use it to carve the perp into small chunks

Handle broke off.

40 posted on 10/14/2012 9:04:00 PM PDT by Slings and Arrows (You can't have IngSoc without an Emmanuel Goldstein.)
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To: Venturer

In Connecticut, you’ll get off for time served.

Gurkhas are appreciated in the UK:

http://freerepublic.com/focus/f-chat/2728767/posts


41 posted on 10/14/2012 9:33:24 PM PDT by Daffynition (Self-respect: the secure feeling that no one, as yet, is suspicious. ~ HLM)
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To: James C. Bennett

Most excellent. Thanks!


42 posted on 10/14/2012 9:37:05 PM PDT by Daffynition (Self-respect: the secure feeling that no one, as yet, is suspicious. ~ HLM)
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To: ThunderSleeps

You satisfied the legend:

Legend has it that once a Gurkha unsheathes his kukri, he must draw blood with it. When a Gurkha unsheathes his weapon in a noncombative situation, he must then nick himself to satisfy the “blood thirst” of the blade.


43 posted on 10/14/2012 9:44:48 PM PDT by Daffynition (Self-respect: the secure feeling that no one, as yet, is suspicious. ~ HLM)
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To: JRandomFreeper
People I want in my end of the ditch: Ghurkas, Sikhs, and Samoans.

Good choices but I would also like to add ROK Tigers, Seals, and the SAS.

The Ghurkas, Sikhs, Samoans, ROK Tigers, Seals and SAS will win or all go down together. They can be very bad in battle.

44 posted on 10/14/2012 9:49:00 PM PDT by cpdiii (Deckhand, Roughneck, Mud Man, Geologist, Pilot, Pharmacist. THE CONSTITUTION IS WORTH DYING FOR!)
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To: James C. Bennett

I believe a settlement was arranged.

http://www.ukba.homeoffice.gov.uk/visas-immigration/settlement/applicationtypes/gurkhas/


45 posted on 10/14/2012 9:49:57 PM PDT by Daffynition (Self-respect: the secure feeling that no one, as yet, is suspicious. ~ HLM)
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To: James C. Bennett

that is so cool


46 posted on 10/15/2012 7:03:53 AM PDT by yldstrk (My heroes have always been cowboys)
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To: Daffynition

just a flesh wound


47 posted on 10/15/2012 8:09:36 AM PDT by xp38
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To: xp38

48 posted on 10/15/2012 9:13:47 AM PDT by Daffynition (Self-respect: the secure feeling that no one, as yet, is suspicious. ~ HLM)
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To: Ramius; 300winmag; IrishCatholic; lookout88; Wpin; spetznaz; Smokin' Joe; HungarianGypsy; neb52; ...

Yes indeed! A sword ping!


49 posted on 10/15/2012 9:27:08 AM PDT by Ramius (Personally, I give us one chance in three. More tea anyone?)
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To: ThunderSleeps
Kukris are wicked edged weapons. I've got a couple. I've accidentally cut myself with one while sharpening it. (yes, that's one way, the hard way, to know it's sharp enough) Great camping tools - useful for everything from trimming steaks to making kindling. If I had to go into the zombie apocalypse without firearms (even with) I'd want a Kukri with me too.

I got my first khukuri as an 18-year-old in Germany, serving in the 5-KM border zone where the Brit and US border posts met. One night they sent a patrol of 8 guys out, one with a silenced Sterling SMG, one with a 7,62 Bren and the rest with shotguns, and all with Kukris. Their Brit NCOIC, who I later found out was an intel 1LT, did a little trading with me, and my kukri was part of the deal. In '79 the handle split, and it was replaced with one of African mopane wood, which has held up to today. I've since picked up several surplus and knife shop offerings as equipment for truck and other toolboxes, but my 1967 knife is the one I have with me when I expect it might count. Last time out, it was when an attempted mugger in Indy pulled a circa 4-inch folder on me. I was torn between resorting to the Crocodile Dundee/Paul Hogan line of * That ain't a knife, mate, THIS is a knife* or Ayo Ghorkhali! You are invited to guess which I came out with.

I still have the little folder he dropped as he ran off, too.

50 posted on 10/20/2012 12:07:11 PM PDT by archy (I'd give my right arm to be ambidextrous!)
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