Showing posts with label Royal Marines. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Royal Marines. Show all posts

Monday, March 26, 2007

Our Allies: British Marines Held for Third Day

Iran continues to ratchet up its acts of war in attempts to negotiate their way of out the UN Sanctions or possibly the capture of many al Qods operatives in Iraq (then there was the "defection" of a high ranking al Qods commander recently in Turkey).

All of these things point to high stakes games (though, it should not be unfamiliar to those of us who remember the Air Force crew who were held by the Chinese a few years ago).

Most see it as a "negotiating" tactic. However, these acts seem very aggressive considering the current situation.

Pajamas Media has a run down of the coverage. One blog reminded readers that the Russians had left the al Bushehr Nuclear Facility recently. Allegedly over lack of payment by the Iranians, but this poster suggested that Russia may feel the situation is far too tense to have their personnel inside Iran.

In fact, another report indicates that the Iranians had planned the kidnappings almost a week in advance.

All this while the Democrats have promised not to authorize action against Iran with Kucinich threatening "impeachment" procedures if the President acts without the consent of congress.

I don't think it is inappropriate to suggest, at this time, that these comments have, in fact, emboldened Iran to acts of war instead of de-escalating the situation.

Sunday, March 18, 2007

Our Allies in Afghanistan: British Royal Marine Commando

Found this at Milblogging.com:

Royal Blue J company on a Mission

Day 10

Rip, roar and havoc. Not a fight. A battle. Fire from the front. Fire from the flanks. Rockets and bullets scything through the air. Up to 30 Taleban in 12 different positions have opened up from close range before we are out of the vehicles. The rear door swings open and we pitch out from the warm womb of the Viking into sudden light, chattering machineguns, explosions and whipping lead: nought-to-ninety in a second on an adrenalin high. Hit the ground. Run. See an empty trench.

Dive into it. To our left one of the open-deck Land Rovers, a mobile machinegun platform is firing withering bursts at Talebs shooting from dunes beyond. Tug is to assault the position with his six Marines. They peel out of cover and take a long run leftwards.