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H&I Fires* 08 AUG 2008

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Are you guys playing with fireworks in our backyard again?  So much for 'the silent service'...   - Damian

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*A term of art from the artillery. Harassment and Interdiction Fires. Back in the day, when you could just kill people and break things without a note from a lawyer, they were pre-planned, but to the enemy, random, fires at known gathering points, road junctions, Main Supply Routes, assembly areas, etc - to keep the bad guy nervous that the world around him might start exploding at any minute. Not really relevant to today's operating environment, right? But, it *is. The UAVs we fly over Afghanistan and Pakistan looking for targets of opportunity are a form of H&I fires, if you really want to parse it finely. We just have better sensors and fire control now. Of course, now I have to call them UAS's, because someone got a Legion of Merit for the name change.Anyway, I call the post H&I Fires because it's random things posted by me and people I've given posting privileges to that particular topic. Another term of art that might be appropriate is Free Fire Zone.

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John, I just thought you should know, remember your post on the lovely Smith sisters, all of whom are pilots in the service of our nation? Guess who was ABC News Persons of the Week?
 
And, FYI, I linked from my blog to the original story here.
 
Gee, I scooped WaPo with the story on the flight school and John's sored before ABC.

I sense a trend....
 
Okay, that shoulda been *scored* but considering John's gout, it fits....
 
Ugh.  Don't even type that word.
 
Scored?

Geez, you *are* hurtin'...
 
Heh. 

I wouldn't want to suffer gout with *your* feet.
 
Hah. By the time the pain synapse triggered in my brain, it'd be dissipated.

I'm just glad those particular nerves don't take a detour just below the belt buckle...