Military: White Feather vs Apache. Marine hunted a female sniper in Vietnam

Maybe, just like the female sniper in the movie, Full Metal Jacket.
Pretty sure the female sniper in the movie was based on the one in Carlos Hathcock's book.

Real or fake?


According to military historians, this is one Hathcock's confirmed 93 sniper kills and I have yet to hear anyone dispute anything in his book. However, I'm not claiming his book is a 100% accurate, either.

Carlos book is a great read if are into that sort of thing.
 
bullshit, he most likely got intel and knew exactly where cobra was,

giving him the edge.. all that other shit was

embellishments..... either way..

Vietnam won!!
 
bullshit, he most likely got intel and knew exactly where cobra was,

giving him the edge.. all that other shit was

embellishments..... either way..

Vietnam won!!
I thought it was interesting that it took two guys to track Cobra while Cobra was working solo.
 
Fix the thread title... " White Feather vs Apache"
If you hang around old veterans enough, you'll hear stories of war. These are not the braggadocious kind, but more the steam that a kettle has to burn off to keep from overflowing.

Keeping these stories inside pushes the person closer and closer to insanity, so occasionally these stories do have to be evacuated.

Snipers in Vietnam were no joke according to one Marine I had the pleasure of speaking with at my job.

As I stated before, these were not braggadocious stories. Whenever you hear a man bragging about war he never seen it and believes that war is something glorious. While success in a war is glorious, war only serves war itself and those caught in it suffer a peril none of us can even imagine, nor do we want to.

I've heard of men who can't sleep because they think of the people they've killed or people they've seen killed. Nightmares plague them as if Freddy Krueger was a true person.

This story has a Black Marine out in the woods of Vietnam. The battalion had taken a break. And if you know anything about war and have seen enough movies, you know the extent that a battalion goes through in order to even take a break. They search the area heavily knowing that this would be the best chance to pick them off if they don't scour the area.

So, the Black Marine Sat down to eat a little lunch right next to his buddy, maybe 2 ft away from each other. He heated up his MRE meal and was just about to eat when the Marine next to him slumped over on him.

"Get the fuck off me, man. What the fuck is your..."

That's when he realized it. His buddy was dead. There was a hole clean through his buddy's head. Immediately he screamed and alerted the battalion who to a man went in high alert.

The difference between the Black Marines Friend and him was the difference between maybe half an inch on the scope, maybe less. Talk about it could have been or even should have been him.

Not only did they never find the sniper, they never found the shooting position or the spent cartridge, and they scoured The hell out of that countryside Forest.

War is nothing to play with and it is no joke. I thank God I've never seen it. I've spoken to many veterans about it being the sounding board to the steam they needed to blow off.

If you're ever lucky enough to hear a veteran speak about war and his time in it, don't comment and don't interject. Just let him blow off that steam, because that release of steam may be the only thing keeping him sane.
 
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Pretty sure the female sniper in the movie was based on the one in Carlos Hathcock's book.


According to military historians, this is one Hathcock's confirmed 93 sniper kills and I have yet to hear anyone dispute anything in his book. However, I'm not claiming his book is a 100% accurate, either.

Carlos book is a great read if are into that sort of thing.
Did not know that.
 
If you hang around old veterans enough, you'll hear stories of war. These are not the braggadocious kind, but more the steam that a kettle has to burn off to keep from overflowing.

Keeping these stories inside pushes the person closer and closer to insanity, so occasionally these stories do have to be evacuated.

Snipers in Vietnam were no joke according to one Marine I had the pleasure of speaking with at my job.

As I stated before, these were not braggadocious stories. Whenever you hear a man bragging about war he never seen it and believes that war is something glorious. While success in a war is glorious, war only serves war itself and those caught in it suffer a peril none of us can even imagine, nor do we want to.

I've heard of men who can't sleep because they think of the people they've killed or people they've seen killed. Nightmares plague them as if Freddy Krueger was a true person.

This story has a Black Marine out in the woods of Vietnam. The battalion had taken a break. And if you know anything about war and have seen enough movies, you know the extent that a battalion goes through in order to even take a break. They search the area heavily knowing that this would be the best chance to pick them off if they don't scour the area.

So, the Black Marine Sat down to eat a little lunch right next to his buddy, maybe 2 ft away from each other. He heated up his MRE meal and was just about to eat when the Marine next to him slumped over on him.

"Get the fuck off me, man. What the fuck is your..."

That's when he realized it. His buddy was dead. There was a hole clean through his buddy's head. Immediately he screamed and alerted the battalion who to a man went in high alert.

The difference between the Black Marines Friend and him was the difference between maybe half an inch on the scope, maybe less. Talk about it could have been or even should have been him.

Not only did they never find the sniper, they never found the shooting position or the spent cartridge, and they scoured The hell out of that countryside Forest.

War is nothing to play with and it is no joke. I thank God I've never seen it. I've spoken to many veterans about it being the sounding board to the steam they needed to blow off.

If you're ever lucky enough to hear a veteran speak about war and his time in it, don't comment and don't interject. Just let him blow off that steam, because that release of steam may be the only thing keeping him sane.

That was prose disguised as a random post on a simple message board.

That in and of itself could be an award winning short film.

Don't waste this.
 
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