Story Market Day

ComCamGuy

Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
The evening of the party arrived. Everyone was mostly upbeat. Everyone was milling about around the fire pit and the food tables. There was large pots of homemade beef/mutton/venison stew, sourdough bread bowls, and warm spiced wine. There were a few newcomers but it was a tight small group.

When the Sergeant Major arrived, he reminded them he was Silas, and introduced his wife Amber. Arriving right behind them was the Commander and his wife, Sofia. He told them to call him Ivar.

Everyone raved about the food. Andrea was the bread wizard and Sabine made the stew. Andrea told them the next get together, she would make Jambalaya from her family recipe, if she can get enough live crayfish.

Amber and Sofia fit right in. They were serious cut ups as well. Moments after getting there, Sofia walked right up to Paige, grabbed the sleeve of her shirt and drug her over to Amber. Paige didn’t know what was going on but went with it. When they got over to Amber, Sofia addressed her in a polite and formal tone.

“Excuse me miss, I believe you dropped something.” and thrust Paige out to her!

At this, Amber picked up right where Sofia left off.

“Why thank you, Sofia.” She wrapped an arm across Paige’s shoulders, all the while Paige is confused and everyone else is looking on, amused. Amber continued, “Now Violet, you know you’re supposed to come right home after school and not wander off with that troublemaker Veronica!”

At this point the real troublemakers off to the side both chimed in.

“Hey! We resemble that remark!” to which everyone laughed. Later, Amber had Paige and Violet stand side by side. In the firelight, they looked closer than they did when well lit, and this is without the makeup effects of Andrea.

It was a happy crew sitting around the fire pit that evening. Ivar and Sofia with Veronica, Silas Amber and Violet, Henrik Paige and Andrea when Sabine took it to another level. At one point she had the little six string out and was picking and plucking some tunes. She had excused herself inside to get dessert. She came out with a tray holding the most amazing apples baked in filo dough. They were like the ultimate combination of Baklava wrapped around a crisp tart green apple. While everyone was engaged scooping up dessert and topping it with the homemade ice cream, Sabine slipped inside and returned with her 12-string.

She had been working hard and practicing a lot. She finally felt she wouldn’t butcher it or embarrass herself or the guitar with her playing.

The rich tones of the 12-string filled the area. She started with simple tunes. She picked some of her older favorites. Soon it devolved into a sing along. Song after song they went. Too soon, however, the evening had to come to an end. The fire was dying, the effigy now embers.

Sabine knew she was spent, but she worked up the nerve to try. She paused her playing for a moment. The sound fading on the wind. When all was silent, she began again.

Malagueña was a benchmark for her. She wore out every copy she could get once she heard it as a kid. Roy Clark, Charro, and a ton more have played it. She used to be able to, long, long ago. This was the first time she had played at all for others in many years. She didn’t know why she was going to try this now. She wasn’t ready. She silently uttered the musician’s version of the fighter pilot’s prayer; ‘please God, don’t let me **** this up!’

The first notes were clear and rang through the meadow. Her fingers moved faster and faster, the notes coming more and more furiously. Sabine didn’t remember when her fingers stopped moving. The next thing she remembered was Andrea sitting next to her and holding her, whispering in her ear.

“Don’t cry! It was perfect!”
 

ComCamGuy

Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
The group was stunned into silence. They watched Sabine’s playing with awe. When she finished, they saw her kind of slump against the guitar. Andrea came up to her when she didn’t move. She saw a tear sliding down her cheek.

As Andrea went to take care of Sabine, people finished some conversations in preparation to leave. There was no way they would top that performance.

Ivar, Silas and Henrik were discussing the overall layout of the house and grounds. Commiserating about how they should have never rented in the subdivision they were in. They knew they would catch hell from their wives later for not having someplace like this.

Paige, Veronica and Violet were discussing somewhere for Paige to work some hand to hand skills beyond the Marine training she had. And how much Paige wished these two were around more.

Earlier, Henrik, Veronica and Paige were in the barn checking out Henrik’s bow purchases. Veronica was impressed he had gotten so much of what she recommended. They went over the next steps and Veronica had some tweaks for their compound bow set ups as well.

Ivar, Andrea and Silas looked at the radio set up Andrea did in the barn. Ivar told her she should add a few things to reach farther and hit more frequencies.

This party was the first time the four had delt with Ivar in a non-work setting. He seemed to be a lot like Silas, very laid back and matter of fact.

The overall group was a happy and cohesive one. They all determined the next get together would be Thanksgiving for Andrea’s Jambalaya.
 

ComCamGuy

Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
Monday morning was off to a typical start, computer updates, new processes from higher for supplies, additional training to be accomplished. Most of that changed shortly before lunchtime.

Sabine, Paige, Andrea and Henrik all received separate messages to meet the Sergeant Major at the helipad. As they all converged they commented about how conspiratorial it seemed. When they arrived at the pad, the Sergeant Major was already there.

“Hey, guys. I know this is a bit unusual, but I wanted to get a jump on things before the news broke. You have been seeing all the rising unrest and rioting, the food shortages, and other problems for weeks now. It is putting a serious crimp in the recovery efforts, and the military is robbing Peter to pay Paul. Many of the bases are going to be closed. The DoD is looking to consolidate its resources to keep capability without pissing it away on infrastructure. So, what does this mean to us you might ask” He paused and looked at the faces around him before he continued.

“The timeline once it’s officially announced will be 120 days, four months. After that, there will be some residual operations left here to outprocess the guys when they return from their TDYs, and support the families until they return. Now here’s the real pisser. Any of the equipment not shipped out for DoD use elsewhere will be turned over to the local government agencies.” At that all four of them started to object!

“Hold it down!” the Sergeant Major cut them off.

“I don’t expect a lot of transport coming our way to move stuff. Hell, look at all the stuff we left or turned over in Afghanistan and Iraq!. Here’s my take on it. As we get closer to the end, I intend to do some wholesale larceny and reallocation of assets. They troops here are getting screwed, big time. I don’t know how much longer the government is going to be able to do the shell game and hold the country together. I don’t know if our retirements will be worth much, frankly. I intend to make parting gifts of some stuff before the doors close. That fact is just between us and the Commander. I want to reward the loyal ones who stick it out and help us through this shit show, so we don’t do any redistribution until after Christmas, but we can start work on building our ‘Santa’ lists and prepackaging stuff.”

They all stood there, silent as they considered the ramifications of what he was proposing. The Sergeant Major continued.

“None of this is to be spoken where others can hear until we get close to the end. Right now, what I figure to cover it with is as pre-packaging deployment kits. Use your manpower that you have right now to do the work. We will cover it as building it at the single body level.” He turned to Paige. “Paige, with the people we have left on base, and the bunch who will skedaddle as soon as they are allowed, we should have enough weapons we can do a basic load for the post-Christmas personnel. I’m not turning a single weapon over to those ****s in the local government. Once we start giving out our severance packages, I want at least a rifle and if we have them, a pistol to each departing member, along with a basic combat load of ammo. Nothing fancy, just a rifle, pistol and ammo to keep them safe for the future. I’m working on how we make the stuff disappear from the hand receipts.”

The gears were beginning to whirl in Paige’s head. She was trying to think on this three or four different ways. If this was all on the level, she agreed wholeheartedly that there was no way she was turning over functioning weapons to the state. Another major train of thought was holy crap, this is moving fast, 120 days?!

Henrik started going through all the piles of gear he had been moving over the last few weeks, thinking on what he needed to snare for himself and the rest of the group, before they started divvying it out to others.

Andrea knew exactly what she was going to grab. She would be able to do anything radio-wise with what she knew they had in the recesses of the shop, and with the small number of people who even knew what they were, muchless what to do with them, she wasn’t worried.

Sabine started making lists in her head of the gear that she would squirrel for herself, and what would go back to the clinic.

The Sergeant Major started talking again. He had seen the gears start to turn, which was what he needed.

“OK. Our time line is prep for post-Christmas distro to others, but I want to get some of the cream of the crop set aside for us. We are, after all, the one playing Santa, so we get the cookies and milk.” He smiled. “Paige, there is some stuff on your lists I don’t want distributed beyond us. I’ll get with you a bit later for that. Now, when you are building your presents, I need ones for myself, the Commander, our wives and Violet and Veronica. I don’t know how far this is going to come apart, but I intend to be set. Any questions so far?”

Nobody spoke up.

“So, remember, logistical planning for individual mobilization kits and capabilities is what we are working if anybody asks. We don’t have the timeline for when we have to ship these kits back to Lejeune, but we are preparing them. That is our answer if we are asked. Anybody asks farther, send them to me. Now scamper off my little packrats!”

There was a lot to think about as they went back to their own sections. Things they wouldn’t be able to discuss until they were home.
 
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Texican

Live Free & Die Free.... God Freedom Country....
Things are falling apart faster than one would suppose and the group is making plans.

Thanks CCG.

Texican....
 

Lake Lili

Veteran Member
The question is do they really have until Christmas? Nothing falls apart on a time line. Hope they are snaggin a couple extra pairs of boots each.
 

Chapulin

Senior Member
Trying to judge which group had the best preps would be a good camp fire argument. I would lean toward the family camping together as the weakest start in terms of materials.
 

Lone_Hawk

Resident Spook
The first group did not have this kind of time to prep and plan. They were knee deep right off the bat.
The 1st group was on the event horizon, this group was isolated somewhat. Keep in mind that we are reading parallel time lines. I wish I was on that Christmas list!
 

ComCamGuy

Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
Paige stood there in her arms room. She was thinking as she stared at the racks and racks of things. She was also remembering the other stuff in the connexes. If someone was watching her through the camera systems, they might be worried. She just stood and slowly rotated as her mind dug through the possibilities and requirements of what the Sergeant Major proposed.

He was wanting a basic load-out of long gun and if possible, pistol for everyone who was left, correction, who would be left near the end. Some parts would be easy. The base security personnel would end up with their duty M9A1s and their M4s. A bunch of the base security have already left or are probably going to leave soon. Their sets will go to the next designated people.

The other section that was easy to outfit was the Mountain/Cold Weather Sniper School. She had been supporting them with Armorer support since she got here. The unit commander had converted their empty Armorer’s slot to another MOS and left them high and dry until her arrival. They had some of the latest Mk13 and older M40A6s She figured to let them divvy them up among them. She had a few of the older generation 40s and 110s the Special Operations guys had here as spares for years during the courses in case they had a major malfunction. These she counted as some of the ‘cream of the crop’ the Sergeant Major was referring to.

This base is an interesting Hodge Podge of advanced stuff and antiquated stuff. The base personnel didn’t get all the latest combat arms. The units coming to train brought their own stuff. The smaller sections on base had a mix of older and newer arms. Most didn’t have a significant reason to have the latest and greatest. That stuff went to the guys deploying downrange. Most of the Marines were going to the new M27 rifle, replacing the older M4s. This base however mainly had M4s.

The same held true with the pistols in stock on base. Most places were going to the Sig pistol adopted across the services. The main pistol on base was the M9 or the M9A1. There were a handful of M11s normally used by some of the criminal investigative sections. The Marines had also procured some FBI spec Glock 19Ms. Paige had a few of those tucked away. The M11s and the Glock 19s were definitely on the short list. The investigative personnel in base, just like the other cops, would go with the duty gear they already had. They still had their sets of gear. It was only the extras that were collected.

Looking around the room, Paige was a little thankful she didn’t have heavier firepower around her. She didn’t know who she would feel comfortable handing over a M240 or M249 SAW to. Not much call for belt fed machine guns in the suburbs. Besides, they are notoriously cranky, labor intensive and constantly hungry. No thanks!

Paige looked at the case in the middle of the room. The suppressed rifles left behind. Those were special. She would not allow those to go to anyone outside the group. There were just enough to equip the few the Sergeant Major wanted kits for. She also had a few other odds and ends laying around.

Her eyes slid over to the two footlocker-sized cases under her primary bench and work desk. Those were going with her. In them were the first things she thought about when the Sergeant Major was talking about arming the people leaving.

Several years back, MARSOC requested and purchased new, updated 1911s set up for the 21st century. Tan, with a rail for a pistol light, they were great pistols. She loved them. They were more mechanical than the Glock or Sig the DoD was going with. It was like a fine watch or an old school film camera from the sixties. It just felt right.

After all the drama involved in selecting and purchasing them, the MARSOC units moved on to the Glock pistol not to many years later. Some of it was the weight to round capacity. Some was the easier ammo supply. Either way, these operational spares had been here for quite some time, unused and largely forgotten.

Some of them had been ridden quite a bit and put away uncared for. That was a problem for a lot of the weapons she had in what was her normal inventory. They were grabbed in a hurry so the student didn’t miss out on class elements then turned back over as soon as their normal weapon was repaired or turned back in as they were rushing out the door.

In between her other duties and projects, she had lovingly gone through every inch of them. She ordered all the new parts she had needed at the time to fix them and return them to their proper condition. She had ordered extras for them as well. Since they had fallen out of favor, she hadn’t known how much longer parts would be in the system. She scrounged, connived and weaseled as much as she could to keep them in top shape and mission ready. They had their lights, holsters, plenty of magazines. They were one hundred percent mission capable as they sit.

She was looking at what she would consider her retirement present to herself under the Sergeant Major’s guidelines.
 

Griz3752

Retired, practising Curmudgeon
She was looking at what she would consider her retirement present to herself under the Sergeant Major’s guidelines.
There's an absolute crapload of reliable, functional & accurate sidearms today. I have some Glocks & a 226; all good but...nothing compares in my mind to a properly tuned JMB design; give me a Series 70 or a P35 HiPower any day (or night) and I'm as happy as a bear w/ a bee hive.
Icing on my cake would be CT grips & Mepro Lights -- yeah, being greedy but....one can dream.
 

ComCamGuy

Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
There's an absolute crapload of reliable, functional & accurate sidearms today. I have some Glocks & a 226; all good but...nothing compares in my mind to a properly tuned JMB design; give me a Series 70 or a P35 HiPower any day (or night) and I'm as happy as a bear w/ a bee hive.
Icing on my cake would be CT grips & Mepro Lights -- yeah, being greedy but....one can dream.

The difference is in sustainability. As good as the 1911 is and the Hi-Power, they require fitment for any replacement parts. The plastic fantastics are true plug and play. I have several of both types. The glock and HKs are like a claw hammer- a great tool for a purpose, but the 1911 and P35, they inspire confidence and are a pleasure to just hold.

The wife and I have what we call our camping or kayak guns. If they fall in the water and go to the bottom, we don't cry for too long. Currently they are Glock 23 Ported.
 

Griz3752

Retired, practising Curmudgeon
The difference is in sustainability. As good as the 1911 is and the Hi-Power, they require fitment for any replacement parts. The plastic fantastics are true plug and play. I have several of both types. The glock and HKs are like a claw hammer- a great tool for a purpose, but the 1911 and P35, they inspire confidence and are a pleasure to just hold.

The wife and I have what we call our camping or kayak guns. If they fall in the water and go to the bottom, we don't cry for too long. Currently they are Glock 23 Ported.
Yeah I get that but that's my personal issue; they're like toaster ovens....just a damn appliance! A G21 w/ propper ammo is an almost impossible-to-beat tool but it has all the soul of a rock. Steel & walnut reign supreme at my house -- OK, cocobolo is good too (my 4" 19 just wouldn't look right w/ anything else and the 2.25" simply won't shoot.)

Part of it all and, I freely admit this, is I'm an old fart, unwilling to accept change unless there's a substantive reason for it. As I'm not going on point or in harm's way, any more than we all normally do in today's world, I'm not likely to change.

The appliances do what they're supposed to and do it very well but I think we all like what we liike. At the end of the day, almost anything I can be accurate with can find a spot to rest at my place; I'm just going to reach for my old friends first; sort of like a favourite pipe.
 
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Griz3752

Retired, practising Curmudgeon
Apologies to your other readers for distracting or disrupting the thread; I'm sure you've all had the 'my favourite...' or 'what's the best calibre for...' discussions too.

Let's get back to enjoying this fine bit of work; I know I'm ready; neither my wife or I have a doc to see until next Tuesday so, I've got nothing else to do Mr CCG, sir -- hint! hint! shameless hint!
 

Lone_Hawk

Resident Spook
The difference is in sustainability. As good as the 1911 is and the Hi-Power, they require fitment for any replacement parts. The plastic fantastics are true plug and play. I have several of both types. The glock and HKs are like a claw hammer- a great tool for a purpose, but the 1911 and P35, they inspire confidence and are a pleasure to just hold.

The wife and I have what we call our camping or kayak guns. If they fall in the water and go to the bottom, we don't cry for too long. Currently they are Glock 23 Ported.
There is nothing better than a hand crafted 1911 that the gunsmith has tuned and polished, just like butter....

But if shit hits the fan, it is the Beretta 92FS with 17rd mags and beefed up recoil spring with +P+ 124gr HPs. That is after I run out of mags for my AR and the Mossberg 500 has run dry...

Thank you CCG!
 
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