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[Allanea]

Part-time soldiers aren't meant to be fully competent and that's okay....

Sometimes people – both livejournal hamsters and experienced people say one and the same thing: “If someone attacks or country, we're fucked. Nobody will defend our country, the Army is screwed, we will just wait for people to come and slaughter us.” I am so fucking tired of this shit, I decided to explain.

Dear friend. Let me explain what will actually happen.

Imagine war has started. NATO struck first. Partly with nuclear weapons, but mostly with conventionals. Our Army has tried something, it didn't work, the enemy tanks are crossing the border, the main line units are crushed and routed, and are fleeing East with minimal resistance. The Abrams tanks are moving towards Moscow.

This is where the beliefs of the LJ Hamsters differ from reality. Here's what would happen when the right people would realize what is going on.

Someone will knock on your door.

Open it and you will see a hungover cop, an even more hungover police lieutenant, and a pair of soldiers. They will give you a notice. It will say you are ordered by the Commander in Chief to report to service. You must collect your stuff now and leave now, or you will be arrested.

You will understand they outnumber you. They are stronger. You will grab some clothes and a supply of socks and leave. In the yard you will see a bus, old and dirty. Maybe two. In the buses you will see your neighbors. The same people you see every day walking to your Toyota Corola. You will be taken to a training center. They are not called that today, but they can be rebuilt. Of course, there won't be glass in the windows, you will use the mattress for a blanket, but that's okay. You won't die of it.

They'll teach you quickly. You'll dig a dozen trenches. You'll shoot a few hundred AK rounds, stab a dried-out scarecrow with your bayonet. Throw fake grenades a dozen times. Once you will run across a field, shooting blank rounds as you run, as firecrackers explode everywhere. Yo will do the same at night, with illumination rockets glowing overhead. You will not understand quite what you're doing. There'll be a few guys there that'll shoot a dozen or two rounds from grenade launchers. That won't be you.

Then you will be sent to war.

You will meet others who learned to shoot cannon taken from storage. One of these cannon will be stamped '1956'. There will be others – they will have confiscated civilian KAMAZ and ZIL trucks, hastily painted olive green. There will be senior commanders, professionals, and they will look at you with fear and pity in their eyes.

There will be soldiers that started to serve for real – and you will ask them everything you can think of , understanding instinctively that what you know is not enough to survive.

You will have a scratched-up steel helmet – not like the one you saw on TV before the war. You will have no flak jacket. There won't be enough. You will have jackboots, not modern boots. But you'll be lucky not to be wearing a Soviet uniform. Some will wear trench-coats and even older stuff.

On the last day a grim, grey-hared general with a big fat belly will come. He will give your commander a banner and will say that you – all of you together- are the 105th Mechanized Infantry Brigade. Bear this name with pride, he will say. He hopes you will do your duty.

The regular army – with real tanks, real soldiers, kevlar helmets and shoes, is dead. You are all that is left.

In the morning you will be given anti-tank weapons. The lucky ones will be given single-use RPGs. You'll get old, heavy AT grenades. Two of them. The system administrator who will be after you on the list will not even have an AK, only an SKS carbine. And he won't be alone like that.

Then you will take your confiscated trucks, tow the elderly cannon, and begin to deployed.

The other units will get bombed. You will see burning trucks and corpses. But you will deploy and entrench. You will be given vodka and you will take turns drinking the horrible, smelly drink from the bottle because they will have forgotten the cups.

And then your pathetic force will fight against hordes of hight-tech tanks, robos, helicopters and planes. Hell itself will be opened around you, and just before the first explosion in your trenches you will understand, with horror, just how stronger the enemy is.

And then they will assault, ad you will try to stop them with your assault rifle and two hand-grenades. And the sisadmin – with his carbine and one grenade. And you'll think the world has ended.

But you know what?

You will stop them. Yes. You will. Then you will stop them elsewhere. Then they will start running, and you will place our flag on the ruins of their capital.

And if you die the sysadmin will. If he dies too, it will be the faggy-looking dude that sells cellphones in the store in front of your house. Or the waste-of-flesh shitbag you beat up for urinating in your appartment building staircase. Someone will do it.

Because they need to be stopped. Because if they are not stopped, the universe will be covered in darkness, and humanity will end. Everything will end.

Remember: they have always been stopped. Even though they've always been stronger. And this time the honor belongs to you, little hamster.

Because there's nobody else who can.

Good luck.

... That sounds like Putin's wet dream.

Millions of people in Russia masturbate to a version of this.

[Triplebaconation]

Keep in mind that a National Guard unit takes months to mobilize. A combat-ready Guard would defeat its primary virtue, low cost, while doing little to improve its role as a strategic manpower reserve.

I suppose in a dire emergency they'd be better than Allanea's borschtpunk slobs.

[Allanea]

The basic idea is to be a slightlyt-better-prepared unit for epic emergencies like the one in that post. It can be better trained if you've assembled them for drilling before you send them to some Middle Eastern hellhole.

[Triplebaconation]

The current UN standard is 18, and has been since the Optional Protocol to the Convention on the Rights of the Child was adopted.

Conscripting children under 15 is a war crime, but that doesn't mean that conscripting under 18s isn't a human rights violation.

Find it a little strange that the resolution on child soldiers doesn't see fit to mention that is the case.

Do you expect international law to be harmonized? I'm not sure what resolution you're talking about. Resolution 1261 predates the Optional Protocol.

The Optional Protocol has been nearly universally ratified, but like all multilateral treaties it depends mostly on the parties themselves for enforcement. The prohibition on under 15s is both treaty and customary law and binding on everyone whether they like it or not.

[Allanea]

So, I repeat, do you guys want a new informative? Any ideas for a topic? (My broad areas of knowledge are known to you).

[Versail]

So, I repeat, do you guys want a new informative? Any ideas for a topic? (My broad areas of knowledge are known to you).

Did you do one on logistics?

[Purpelia]

Part-time soldiers aren't meant to be fully competent and that's okay....

Sometimes people – both livejournal hamsters and experienced people say one and the same thing: “If someone attacks or country, we're fucked. Nobody will defend our country, the Army is screwed, we will just wait for people to come and slaughter us.” I am so fucking tired of this shit, I decided to explain.

Dear friend. Let me explain what will actually happen.

Imagine war has started. NATO struck first. Partly with nuclear weapons, but mostly with conventionals. Our Army has tried something, it didn't work, the enemy tanks are crossing the border, the main line units are crushed and routed, and are fleeing East with minimal resistance. The Abrams tanks are moving towards Moscow.

This is where the beliefs of the LJ Hamsters differ from reality. Here's what would happen when the right people would realize what is going on.

Someone will knock on your door.

Open it and you will see a hungover cop, an even more hungover police lieutenant, and a pair of soldiers. They will give you a notice. It will say you are ordered by the Commander in Chief to report to service. You must collect your stuff now and leave now, or you will be arrested.

You will understand they outnumber you. They are stronger. You will grab some clothes and a supply of socks and leave. In the yard you will see a bus, old and dirty. Maybe two. In the buses you will see your neighbors. The same people you see every day walking to your Toyota Corola. You will be taken to a training center. They are not called that today, but they can be rebuilt. Of course, there won't be glass in the windows, you will use the mattress for a blanket, but that's okay. You won't die of it.

They'll teach you quickly. You'll dig a dozen trenches. You'll shoot a few hundred AK rounds, stab a dried-out scarecrow with your bayonet. Throw fake grenades a dozen times. Once you will run across a field, shooting blank rounds as you run, as firecrackers explode everywhere. Yo will do the same at night, with illumination rockets glowing overhead. You will not understand quite what you're doing. There'll be a few guys there that'll shoot a dozen or two rounds from grenade launchers. That won't be you.

Then you will be sent to war.

You will meet others who learned to shoot cannon taken from storage. One of these cannon will be stamped '1956'. There will be others – they will have confiscated civilian KAMAZ and ZIL trucks, hastily painted olive green. There will be senior commanders, professionals, and they will look at you with fear and pity in their eyes.

There will be soldiers that started to serve for real – and you will ask them everything you can think of , understanding instinctively that what you know is not enough to survive.

You will have a scratched-up steel helmet – not like the one you saw on TV before the war. You will have no flak jacket. There won't be enough. You will have jackboots, not modern boots. But you'll be lucky not to be wearing a Soviet uniform. Some will wear trench-coats and even older stuff.

On the last day a grim, grey-hared general with a big fat belly will come. He will give your commander a banner and will say that you – all of you together- are the 105th Mechanized Infantry Brigade. Bear this name with pride, he will say. He hopes you will do your duty.

The regular army – with real tanks, real soldiers, kevlar helmets and shoes, is dead. You are all that is left.

In the morning you will be given anti-tank weapons. The lucky ones will be given single-use RPGs. You'll get old, heavy AT grenades. Two of them. The system administrator who will be after you on the list will not even have an AK, only an SKS carbine. And he won't be alone like that.

Then you will take your confiscated trucks, tow the elderly cannon, and begin to deployed.

The other units will get bombed. You will see burning trucks and corpses. But you will deploy and entrench. You will be given vodka and you will take turns drinking the horrible, smelly drink from the bottle because they will have forgotten the cups.

And then your pathetic force will fight against hordes of hight-tech tanks, robos, helicopters and planes. Hell itself will be opened around you, and just before the first explosion in your trenches you will understand, with horror, just how stronger the enemy is.

And then they will assault, ad you will try to stop them with your assault rifle and two hand-grenades. And the sisadmin – with his carbine and one grenade. And you'll think the world has ended.

But you know what?

You will stop them. Yes. You will. Then you will stop them elsewhere. Then they will start running, and you will place our flag on the ruins of their capital.

And if you die the sysadmin will. If he dies too, it will be the faggy-looking dude that sells cellphones in the store in front of your house. Or the waste-of-flesh shitbag you beat up for urinating in your appartment building staircase. Someone will do it.

Because they need to be stopped. Because if they are not stopped, the universe will be covered in darkness, and humanity will end. Everything will end.

Remember: they have always been stopped. Even though they've always been stronger. And this time the honor belongs to you, little hamster.

Because there's nobody else who can.

Good luck.

You my man are a genius. This was simply poetic.

So, I repeat, do you guys want a new informative? Any ideas for a topic? (My broad areas of knowledge are known to you).

Well since you've given us a beautiful text on conscripted forces already how about some facts? Like do an informative on everything you know about how conscription really works once war starts, how such troops are used and stuff.

[Allanea]

So, I repeat, do you guys want a new informative? Any ideas for a topic? (My broad areas of knowledge are known to you).

Did you do one on logistics?

You are reading my mind, I am seriously considering doing logistics.

But it will require some research as most of my logistics knowledge comes from serving in it and seeing some stuff.

[Allanea]

[You my man are a genius. This was simply poetic.
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Translated, not written.

[The Kievan People]

Part-time soldiers aren't meant to be fully competent and that's okay....

Sometimes people – both livejournal hamsters and experienced people say one and the same thing: “If someone attacks or country, we're fucked. Nobody will defend our country, the Army is screwed, we will just wait for people to come and slaughter us.” I am so fucking tired of this shit, I decided to explain.

Dear friend. Let me explain what will actually happen.

Imagine war has started. NATO struck first. Partly with nuclear weapons, but mostly with conventionals. Our Army has tried something, it didn't work, the enemy tanks are crossing the border, the main line units are crushed and routed, and are fleeing East with minimal resistance. The Abrams tanks are moving towards Moscow.

This is where the beliefs of the LJ Hamsters differ from reality. Here's what would happen when the right people would realize what is going on.

Someone will knock on your door.

Open it and you will see a hungover cop, an even more hungover police lieutenant, and a pair of soldiers. They will give you a notice. It will say you are ordered by the Commander in Chief to report to service. You must collect your stuff now and leave now, or you will be arrested.

You will understand they outnumber you. They are stronger. You will grab some clothes and a supply of socks and leave. In the yard you will see a bus, old and dirty. Maybe two. In the buses you will see your neighbors. The same people you see every day walking to your Toyota Corola. You will be taken to a training center. They are not called that today, but they can be rebuilt. Of course, there won't be glass in the windows, you will use the mattress for a blanket, but that's okay. You won't die of it.

They'll teach you quickly. You'll dig a dozen trenches. You'll shoot a few hundred AK rounds, stab a dried-out scarecrow with your bayonet. Throw fake grenades a dozen times. Once you will run across a field, shooting blank rounds as you run, as firecrackers explode everywhere. Yo will do the same at night, with illumination rockets glowing overhead. You will not understand quite what you're doing. There'll be a few guys there that'll shoot a dozen or two rounds from grenade launchers. That won't be you.

Then you will be sent to war.

You will meet others who learned to shoot cannon taken from storage. One of these cannon will be stamped '1956'. There will be others – they will have confiscated civilian KAMAZ and ZIL trucks, hastily painted olive green. There will be senior commanders, professionals, and they will look at you with fear and pity in their eyes.

There will be soldiers that started to serve for real – and you will ask them everything you can think of , understanding instinctively that what you know is not enough to survive.

You will have a scratched-up steel helmet – not like the one you saw on TV before the war. You will have no flak jacket. There won't be enough. You will have jackboots, not modern boots. But you'll be lucky not to be wearing a Soviet uniform. Some will wear trench-coats and even older stuff.

On the last day a grim, grey-hared general with a big fat belly will come. He will give your commander a banner and will say that you – all of you together- are the 105th Mechanized Infantry Brigade. Bear this name with pride, he will say. He hopes you will do your duty.

The regular army – with real tanks, real soldiers, kevlar helmets and shoes, is dead. You are all that is left.

In the morning you will be given anti-tank weapons. The lucky ones will be given single-use RPGs. You'll get old, heavy AT grenades. Two of them. The system administrator who will be after you on the list will not even have an AK, only an SKS carbine. And he won't be alone like that.

Then you will take your confiscated trucks, tow the elderly cannon, and begin to deployed.

The other units will get bombed. You will see burning trucks and corpses. But you will deploy and entrench. You will be given vodka and you will take turns drinking the horrible, smelly drink from the bottle because they will have forgotten the cups.

And then your pathetic force will fight against hordes of hight-tech tanks, robos, helicopters and planes. Hell itself will be opened around you, and just before the first explosion in your trenches you will understand, with horror, just how stronger the enemy is.

And then they will assault, ad you will try to stop them with your assault rifle and two hand-grenades. And the sisadmin – with his carbine and one grenade. And you'll think the world has ended.

But you know what?

You will stop them. Yes. You will. Then you will stop them elsewhere. Then they will start running, and you will place our flag on the ruins of their capital.

And if you die the sysadmin will. If he dies too, it will be the faggy-looking dude that sells cellphones in the store in front of your house. Or the waste-of-flesh shitbag you beat up for urinating in your appartment building staircase. Someone will do it.

Because they need to be stopped. Because if they are not stopped, the universe will be covered in darkness, and humanity will end. Everything will end.

Remember: they have always been stopped. Even though they've always been stronger. And this time the honor belongs to you, little hamster.

Because there's nobody else who can.

Good luck.

It's been 75 years and Russians still mad.

[The Soodean Imperium]

Dismounts were separated from the vehicles before contact was even made, more "safety kills" than firing kills occurred because the OPFOR was able to close the distance that much without being detected during the phase where OPFOR was on defense, and then the night attack portion, where OPFOR was offense, while still technically a loss, inflicted heavier losses on a force 5 times our size who had NVGs while we didn't, and 1 up-armored Humvee was destroyed because an OPFOR soldier was able to close the range undetected, "kill" the gunner, and then open the door which wasn't combat locked, and "kill" everyone else inside.

This sounds like something out of a North Korean propaganda movie.

[Crookfur]

Way sooner. More like until the 300s BC. The Roman military was all about the logistics (much more so than about the fighting), and Alexander the Great already tilted the balance towards integral logistic support.

I was under the impression that it wasn't until the advent of "portable" cooking stoves around the time of the Crimean War that soldiers could be reasonably be expected to be supplied with food in the field.

Oh they got supplied with food before that they just cooked it themselves. Hence redcoats frying thier steaks on captured curaises etc etc. Beef was popular as cows are about the easiest to manage self propelled food supply.

[Krasny-Volny]

... So... had a field ex where we played the OPFOR to a NatGuard unit...
I'm... appalled...
Dismounts were separated from the vehicles before contact was even made, more "safety kills" than firing kills occurred because the OPFOR was able to close the distance that much without being detected during the phase where OPFOR was on defense, and then the night attack portion, where OPFOR was offense, while still technically a loss, inflicted heavier losses on a force 5 times our size who had NVGs while we didn't, and 1 up-armored Humvee was destroyed because an OPFOR soldier was able to close the range undetected, "kill" the gunner, and then open the door which wasn't combat locked, and "kill" everyone else inside.

Okay, with that out of the way, is there any way to get at least a better degree of competency into NatGuard style units without making too big a dent into the whole "part-time military" setup they work with?

I understand the US military is going through some big budget cutbacks and downscaling right now. So who do you think is going to be the first to get their training and equipment budget slashed? Yep. The Guard and Reserves. Soon all they'll have the money to do is sit around watching powerpoints once a month.

[Crookfur]

... So... had a field ex where we played the OPFOR to a NatGuard unit...
I'm... appalled...
Dismounts were separated from the vehicles before contact was even made, more "safety kills" than firing kills occurred because the OPFOR was able to close the distance that much without being detected during the phase where OPFOR was on defense, and then the night attack portion, where OPFOR was offense, while still technically a loss, inflicted heavier losses on a force 5 times our size who had NVGs while we didn't, and 1 up-armored Humvee was destroyed because an OPFOR soldier was able to close the range undetected, "kill" the gunner, and then open the door which wasn't combat locked, and "kill" everyone else inside.

Okay, with that out of the way, is there any way to get at least a better degree of competency into NatGuard style units without making too big a dent into the whole "part-time military" setup they work with?

I understand the US military is going through some big budget cutbacks and downscaling right now. So who do you think is going to be the first to get their training and equipment budget slashed? Yep. The Guard and Reserves. Soon all they'll have the money to do is sit around watching powerpoints once a month.

IIRC some national guardsmen already have more hours of annual mandatory training and briefings to suffer than they have service hours serve each year...

It's not just budgets it also the amount of mandatory compliance red-tape.

[The Akasha Colony]

I understand the US military is going through some big budget cutbacks and downscaling right now. So who do you think is going to be the first to get their training and equipment budget slashed? Yep. The Guard and Reserves. Soon all they'll have the money to do is sit around watching powerpoints once a month.

Less then you would think, actually.

Mostly because the National Guard has a very strong political lobby, thanks to its very nature. Because it is a part-time job and is largely state-based (and thus does not require service personnel to be moved around to other bases), there is a disproportionately large number of current National Guardsmen in Congress. Obviously, full-time active servicemen cannot run for office as they already have a full time job, so the only ones who make it into politics are those who have already retired from the service (or transferred to the Guard).

The Guard's been able to make out reasonably well in the budget cutting process, thanks to strong support from state delegations who don't want to see the size of their state's Guard component reduced so they keep those sweet federal dollars rolling in.

[Taihei Tengoku]

I understand the US military is going through some big budget cutbacks and downscaling right now. So who do you think is going to be the first to get their training and equipment budget slashed? Yep. The Guard and Reserves. Soon all they'll have the money to do is sit around watching powerpoints once a month.

IIRC some national guardsmen already have more hours of annual mandatory training and briefings to suffer than they have service hours serve each year...

It's not just budgets it also the amount of mandatory compliance red-tape.

All services do, and it's getting pretty bad--there are about two years' worth of training requirements per training year.

[Kazarogkai]

I assume he means this.

The current UN standard is 18, and has been since the Optional Protocol to the Convention on the Rights of the Child was adopted.

Conscripting children under 15 is a war crime, but that doesn't mean that conscripting under 18s isn't a human rights violation.

I hate the number 18, it' divides into my most hated number known as 9, hence why I stick with the number 16 which is a far more beautiful number since it divides into the number 8 which is my second favorite number after 12. Plus Alexander The Great was 15 when he went into combat so there is that.

Also human rights don't exist, natural rights in general only exist in a state of nature and as such one renounces them upon becoming a member of a society in exchange for contract rights whose composition varies from area to area.

[Husseinarti]

Bleach is delicious.

[Gallia-]

The current UN standard is 18, and has been since the Optional Protocol to the Convention on the Rights of the Child was adopted.

Conscripting children under 15 is a war crime, but that doesn't mean that conscripting under 18s isn't a human rights violation.

I hate the number 18, it' divides into my most hated number known as 9, hence why I stick with the number 16 which is a far more beautiful number since it divides into the number 8 which is my second favorite number after 12. Plus Alexander The Great was 15 when he went into combat so there is that.

Also human rights don't exist, natural rights in general only exist in a state of nature and as such one renounces them upon becoming a member of a society in exchange for contract rights whose composition varies from area to area.

is that why 12 is your age of consent or whatever?

[Allanea]

16 has long been the age of majority in my nation.Those who have a problem with that can, I suppose, address that in-character.

[Scandinavian Nations]

I was under the impression that it wasn't until the advent of "portable" cooking stoves around the time of the Crimean War that soldiers could be reasonably be expected to be supplied with food in the field.

There's solid evidence - in surviving examples of Roman military correspondence, food purchase and supply is the most prevalent subject.

[Schwere Panzer Abteilung 502]

Allanea should do a post on glorious motherland survival 101. That post was delicious and I need more.

[Kazarogkai]

I hate the number 18, it' divides into my most hated number known as 9, hence why I stick with the number 16 which is a far more beautiful number since it divides into the number 8 which is my second favorite number after 12. Plus Alexander The Great was 15 when he went into combat so there is that.

Also human rights don't exist, natural rights in general only exist in a state of nature and as such one renounces them upon becoming a member of a society in exchange for contract rights whose composition varies from area to area.

is that why 12 is your age of consent or whatever?

What... the age of consent is 16 in my rp nation... Though I do support romeo and Juliet laws whereby if say a 15 year old shags a 14 year old he shouldn't be prosecuted... but still... what?..

Are you confusing me with turkey or something?

[Purpelia]

No age of consent = best age of consent. Free love from birth!

[Gallia-]

is that why 12 is your age of consent or whatever?

What... the age of consent is 16 in my rp nation... Though I do support romeo and Juliet laws whereby if say a 15 year old shags a 14 year old he shouldn't be prosecuted... but still... what?..

Are you confusing me with turkey or something?

no probably just purp or spain