Lake Lili
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@ComCamGuy - that is a lovely bit of kit! Hell of a gift!
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ComCamGuy
Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
they made a delux double pouch version as well
I was fortunate to finally get one of each, the standard SOS and a Deluxe
ComCamGuy
Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
the actual knife,Victorinox Swiss Army Swiss Champ Pocket Knife (Black), 91mm, is $76, off Amazon, then you can find the pouch and load it as you like
kyrsyan
Has No Life - Lives on TB
Love it. But that covers most of my electric bill. Or the water and internet bill. So it will have to wait in line.
Hey! ComCamGuy has a “few”. Heh.
That’s a cool present! I imagine you really would have to haunt a pawn shop to find one. I imagine they would go quickly.
Griz3752
Retired, practising Curmudgeon
Have you ever been accused of compulsiveness or possibly, hording?
I have about 15± handheld lights (in packs, glove boxes, nightstand drawers), maybe ten-a dozen weapon mount models & freely admit to 7 leatherman Tools plus 4 SAKs.
Oh yeah, there's 4-5 head lamps too.
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ComCamGuy
Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
High in the Mountains, Christmas Morning
He didn’t think he would be able to go back to sleep, but the next thing he knew, he was waking up to the sounds of movement out in the living room. He looked over to the other side of the bed. Brice was gone.
Well, he better get up and get dressed. He still had his toilet kit in the bathroom. He performed his morning rituals of washing his face, brushing his teeth and taking some Naproxen to keep his joints moving all on autopilot while his brain reattacked the midnight revelations.
Kestrel had a daughter! Was she married? If so, to who? What else is he missing? She didn’t seem angry with him, or at least as angry as she once was. Was Brice’s invitation to come here just a convenient meet and greet or is there more behind it? Kingfisher felt the old hope welling up in him again. He fought to control it. He didn’t know if he could live through that heartbreak again. The last time he turned to rage and violence with a convenient government job with a military fighting an active war to channel it towards.
His mind went to the boxes he had in his bag. Christmas presents for them, just in case. Now he wished he had brought so much more. He knew it wasn’t about ‘buying’ their love. It was about trying to find something to help show how much he loved them, how much he was always thinking of them. Those three boxes had moved three duty stations and five apartments with him.
He got dressed quickly. Instead of the uniform he was wearing for the drive, now he was in simple blue jeans and a black t-shirt. A thin puffy pullover shirt concealed the Hi-Power in its well-worn leather holster. He looked in the mirror one more time. He wasn’t ready, but he was going to go out there anyway.
He didn’t think he would be able to go back to sleep, but the next thing he knew, he was waking up to the sounds of movement out in the living room. He looked over to the other side of the bed. Brice was gone.
Well, he better get up and get dressed. He still had his toilet kit in the bathroom. He performed his morning rituals of washing his face, brushing his teeth and taking some Naproxen to keep his joints moving all on autopilot while his brain reattacked the midnight revelations.
Kestrel had a daughter! Was she married? If so, to who? What else is he missing? She didn’t seem angry with him, or at least as angry as she once was. Was Brice’s invitation to come here just a convenient meet and greet or is there more behind it? Kingfisher felt the old hope welling up in him again. He fought to control it. He didn’t know if he could live through that heartbreak again. The last time he turned to rage and violence with a convenient government job with a military fighting an active war to channel it towards.
His mind went to the boxes he had in his bag. Christmas presents for them, just in case. Now he wished he had brought so much more. He knew it wasn’t about ‘buying’ their love. It was about trying to find something to help show how much he loved them, how much he was always thinking of them. Those three boxes had moved three duty stations and five apartments with him.
He got dressed quickly. Instead of the uniform he was wearing for the drive, now he was in simple blue jeans and a black t-shirt. A thin puffy pullover shirt concealed the Hi-Power in its well-worn leather holster. He looked in the mirror one more time. He wasn’t ready, but he was going to go out there anyway.
ComCamGuy
Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
I have a hard time passing up a bargain
Surefire weaponslight, used at the old surplus store near work would get them, with the incandescent bulbs. People wanted the newer, brighter, lighter LEDs. I would scoop them up for $20-30 dollars each. I bid on a Goodwill bundle of a dozen different various Surefires and got it for just under a hundred, shipped. I would also keep old ones when I upgraded my own weaponslights or carry lights. Eventually, things build up. That picture doesn't even include the non-surefires
ComCamGuy
Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
Exiting the bedroom, he saw a lot more people than he expected. Kestrel was in the rocker once again, holding Shannon Mika. He made a note to find out which she would go by. He looked around some more from the doorway
At the table, setting out plates and silverware was Brice. Behind her, in the kitchen, he could see two more women and a man, and he heard the back door opening with another man coming in holding a steaming platter of something. Brice saw him.
“Good! I was just about to come get you for breakfast.”
“Who are all these people?” He couldn’t help but ask as the man with the steaming platter came to the table. He was tall, thin, dark-haired and had a large smile plastered on his young face when he looked at him.
“Steaks are ready and perfect! They will have just enough time to rest while they bring the rest over.” The young man turned towards Kingfisher and held out his hand.
“Hi, Sir. I’m Dylan. I wish I had a chance to meet you earlier, but I’m Kestrel’s husband.”
Before he could say anything, Kestrel’s voice came from by the fire.
“Daddy, be nice.”
Kingfisher glanced at Kestrel, then Brice, who nodded slightly, before taking Dylan’s hand. It was a firm handshake and Dylan’s hands bore the feel of one who used their hands for more than typing.
“Dylan, you will have to forgive me. I just found out a few hours ago. It might take a little time for me to adjust.” Kingfisher said in his hopefully friendly tone. This was followed by a slightly more pointed tone with his next statement.
“Besides, worst case, I know where she keeps the shovels around here.” He smiled as he saw the statement sink into Dylan.
“Stop being mean and take a seat!” Brice snapped at him good-naturedly as she looked over at Dylan. “He doesn’t mean it. The ground is too frozen for him to be digging any holes.” She grinned as well.
Dylan just shook his head as he walked over to Kestrel.
“And I thought one was bad enough. Now I know where you got it from, if there was any doubt before.”
“Just bring the cradle out here. She needs a nap and I need some food.” Kestrel told him.
He leaned down for a kiss and left the room.
Kingfisher pulled out a chair at the table but before he could sit, the two other women came to the table, each carrying platters of food. They looked familiar but he didn’t know from where. They were each about as tall as him. Both fairly young, probably about the same age as Violet and Veronica. Both fair-skinned. Both blonde, one so blonde her hair looked almost white. His brain was putting the pieces together faster and faster now.
“Merry Christmas, Maj Kingfisher! Kinda strange meeting you here.” The white-blonde one said as she set down an entire platter of waffles.
“Whet the hell are you guys still doing here! You guys left a couple weeks before the quake. You should be sitting in Norway, seeing all this on TV or the internet, not hip deep in all this crap!”
“We took leave so we could take advantage of the trip here. You know, Disneyland and all the rest. We were supposed to go home that weekend.”
He saw a cloud come across her features. He hesitated to ask the next question.
“How many stayed?”
“Four of us.”
“You should have been able to leave right after. Why did you stay?”
“We stayed to find my sister I wasn’t leaving without her.” The other one said.
“And?”
“By the time we found her, it was too late to get out.” Her tone carried so much more meaning than her words.
“I’m sorry for your loss.”
“I think we all lost someone on that day.”
Kingfisher was still trying to pull up their names, but he couldn’t. maybe he could change the topic and shift the mood some.
“Alright, too many months and looking all pretty out of camo, I can’t place your names in this old man’s brain.”
The white-blonde one spoke right up.
“I’m Hanna and this is Rahel.”
‘So how did you two end up here?”
Before they could answer, Brice did.
“They have been shuttling gear back and forth to the depot from the recovery zone the past month or two and I knew Hanna was a medic. I needed a medic for Kestrel since I didn’t remember enough from being on the reverse end of the birthing thing to feel comfortable delivering it myself.”
“Well, I’m sure everything was well in hand.” He looked over at Hanna. “I don’t know how to thank you for what you did for my daughter.”
Kingfisher remembered them now. They were part of a group of special forces women from Norway. Jegertroppen or Hunter Troop in English, is an all-female special operations forces unit of the Special Operations Commando of the Norwegian Special Operation Forces. Jegertroppen has special reconnaissance in and around built-up areas as the main focus.
They were up at the schoolhouse to expand and share their already great skills in the mountains. Kingfisher was glad when he heard they already went home. Now he felt bad for them, and a bit selfish being happy Hanna was here to help his daughter.
He noticed the last of the people, a shorter swarthy guy, just joined them.
“And who is this?”
“Hi, I’m Alonzo. I’ve been working with the girls” he jerked a thumb at Hanna and Rahel “Trying to keep them out of trouble.”
Kingfisher knew this was another obviously non-American accent.
“Alonzo, what part of Italy are you from?”
Alonzo smiled.
“Originally? Pordenone, but I moved around a lot.”
“So, what are you doing here?”
“Exchange tour here in the states and fell in love and got married. Hooked up with these two doing recovery missions. We have been looking out for each other.”
Kingfisher thought he already knew what the answer would be if he asked about Alonzo’s wife.”
Brice interrupted them.
“We can catch up in a little bit. Let’s get to the food before it gets cold.”
At the table, setting out plates and silverware was Brice. Behind her, in the kitchen, he could see two more women and a man, and he heard the back door opening with another man coming in holding a steaming platter of something. Brice saw him.
“Good! I was just about to come get you for breakfast.”
“Who are all these people?” He couldn’t help but ask as the man with the steaming platter came to the table. He was tall, thin, dark-haired and had a large smile plastered on his young face when he looked at him.
“Steaks are ready and perfect! They will have just enough time to rest while they bring the rest over.” The young man turned towards Kingfisher and held out his hand.
“Hi, Sir. I’m Dylan. I wish I had a chance to meet you earlier, but I’m Kestrel’s husband.”
Before he could say anything, Kestrel’s voice came from by the fire.
“Daddy, be nice.”
Kingfisher glanced at Kestrel, then Brice, who nodded slightly, before taking Dylan’s hand. It was a firm handshake and Dylan’s hands bore the feel of one who used their hands for more than typing.
“Dylan, you will have to forgive me. I just found out a few hours ago. It might take a little time for me to adjust.” Kingfisher said in his hopefully friendly tone. This was followed by a slightly more pointed tone with his next statement.
“Besides, worst case, I know where she keeps the shovels around here.” He smiled as he saw the statement sink into Dylan.
“Stop being mean and take a seat!” Brice snapped at him good-naturedly as she looked over at Dylan. “He doesn’t mean it. The ground is too frozen for him to be digging any holes.” She grinned as well.
Dylan just shook his head as he walked over to Kestrel.
“And I thought one was bad enough. Now I know where you got it from, if there was any doubt before.”
“Just bring the cradle out here. She needs a nap and I need some food.” Kestrel told him.
He leaned down for a kiss and left the room.
Kingfisher pulled out a chair at the table but before he could sit, the two other women came to the table, each carrying platters of food. They looked familiar but he didn’t know from where. They were each about as tall as him. Both fairly young, probably about the same age as Violet and Veronica. Both fair-skinned. Both blonde, one so blonde her hair looked almost white. His brain was putting the pieces together faster and faster now.
“Merry Christmas, Maj Kingfisher! Kinda strange meeting you here.” The white-blonde one said as she set down an entire platter of waffles.
“Whet the hell are you guys still doing here! You guys left a couple weeks before the quake. You should be sitting in Norway, seeing all this on TV or the internet, not hip deep in all this crap!”
“We took leave so we could take advantage of the trip here. You know, Disneyland and all the rest. We were supposed to go home that weekend.”
He saw a cloud come across her features. He hesitated to ask the next question.
“How many stayed?”
“Four of us.”
“You should have been able to leave right after. Why did you stay?”
“We stayed to find my sister I wasn’t leaving without her.” The other one said.
“And?”
“By the time we found her, it was too late to get out.” Her tone carried so much more meaning than her words.
“I’m sorry for your loss.”
“I think we all lost someone on that day.”
Kingfisher was still trying to pull up their names, but he couldn’t. maybe he could change the topic and shift the mood some.
“Alright, too many months and looking all pretty out of camo, I can’t place your names in this old man’s brain.”
The white-blonde one spoke right up.
“I’m Hanna and this is Rahel.”
‘So how did you two end up here?”
Before they could answer, Brice did.
“They have been shuttling gear back and forth to the depot from the recovery zone the past month or two and I knew Hanna was a medic. I needed a medic for Kestrel since I didn’t remember enough from being on the reverse end of the birthing thing to feel comfortable delivering it myself.”
“Well, I’m sure everything was well in hand.” He looked over at Hanna. “I don’t know how to thank you for what you did for my daughter.”
Kingfisher remembered them now. They were part of a group of special forces women from Norway. Jegertroppen or Hunter Troop in English, is an all-female special operations forces unit of the Special Operations Commando of the Norwegian Special Operation Forces. Jegertroppen has special reconnaissance in and around built-up areas as the main focus.
They were up at the schoolhouse to expand and share their already great skills in the mountains. Kingfisher was glad when he heard they already went home. Now he felt bad for them, and a bit selfish being happy Hanna was here to help his daughter.
He noticed the last of the people, a shorter swarthy guy, just joined them.
“And who is this?”
“Hi, I’m Alonzo. I’ve been working with the girls” he jerked a thumb at Hanna and Rahel “Trying to keep them out of trouble.”
Kingfisher knew this was another obviously non-American accent.
“Alonzo, what part of Italy are you from?”
Alonzo smiled.
“Originally? Pordenone, but I moved around a lot.”
“So, what are you doing here?”
“Exchange tour here in the states and fell in love and got married. Hooked up with these two doing recovery missions. We have been looking out for each other.”
Kingfisher thought he already knew what the answer would be if he asked about Alonzo’s wife.”
Brice interrupted them.
“We can catch up in a little bit. Let’s get to the food before it gets cold.”
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Texican
Live Free & Die Free.... God Freedom Country....
ComCamGuy
Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
I don’t feed all of them at once, many operational spares and different configurations for different uses
i still have my old original 6p from 1994
ComCamGuy
Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
some people love Latin, some Mediterranean but my tastes tend to point Nordic/Eastern European
until the latest Vikings resurgence, I felt they were under represented
BTW, in post #7017, the second picture, the one with the SAW, I just love her look, her fierceness
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Kiwibutterfly
Contributing Member
Hey...How about some pics of the guys in the story.......pleeeeze
ComCamGuy
Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
I’ll see what I can do
Meanwhile, maybe a couple of my loyal readers could find some pic of what they think the guys look like and post them (the women too)
It would be interesting to see how you guys see them from how we have described them
Maybe this could be the new weekend game while we recharge and reset and edit part 1
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ComCamGuy
Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
We are close to half way on the part 1 edit.
We are doing line by line, word by word, ground up resto-mod of one. No main element changes but a much better presentation, with the added perspective of where it’s going and who they are, coupled with our much more polished storytelling practice. I promise if you liked the rough, choppy version of one, you should love the final version
Lake Lili
Veteran Member
Well... I was thinking more Adam Beach... but take your inspiration where you find it... eye candy to go with the story always appreciated.
Griz3752
Retired, practising Curmudgeon
Wes Studi is arguably a better actor but I met Adam Beach in Calgary when he was working on a film; he's good at his craft but .... every woman in the room watched him and I'm sure it had little if anything to do with his craft.
He seemed to be a genuinely decent person but we only spoke for about 10-12 minutes.
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Lake Lili
Veteran Member
Lol... I would never base it on looks alone... not quite that shallow...
... no... I was basing on his having played Ira Hayes (a Pima), who was one of the six US Marines to raise the American flag on Iwo Jima, in Clint Eastwood's 2006 film "Flags of Our Fathers." Adam Beach is just reaching 50... abt Kingfisher's age...Wes Studi is just that generation older now... but in his "Last of the Mohicans" day... absolutely... anytime...
Coming up on 3rd anniversary of this saga, CCG, thank you Sir. Just got done going back and reading parts one and two, I didnt come upon this until about a year and a half ago. You mentioned a song in part one "Led Zeppelin" viking song. You had to be refering to "Immigrant Song", one of their favorites of mine, I like the fast movers, specailly when driving. One of the early on posters (along with the current list of usual suspects) was Dosadi, and he or she has not posted to this thread in a long time. I know Grouchy Granny died because her name has deceased in her sig.
ComCamGuy
Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
Yup, Zep.