Posted on 05/18/2014 7:39:39 PM PDT by Morgana
The Ukrainian army apparently left this fully gassed-up tank on a street near Mariupol. Naturally, people got curious — and then they got handsy. Not content with gawking at the outside of the tank, they started crawling inside, and inevitably, someone managed to fire off the still-loaded cannon. Abandoned tanks: All fun and games until someone loses a torso.
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The way they were emptying it out, surprising it was not up on cinder blocks when the troops came back.
Did they steal the hubcaps?”
I can guarantee you that if this had happened in Chicago or Detroit it would have been picked clean.
Yep, and then the cops executed the guy while he was inside, though he was not going anywhere and had no ammo.
Made them look bad, and cops cannot allow that.
And we’ll never have that recipe again.
Is it true that Poles tell Ukrainian jokes?
Neck of the woods I live in, the neighbors will patrol right back. And don’t think an Alabama redneck couldn’t hotwire a tank and take off in it, either. LMAO
With the tracks missing? That would be funny and impressive.
After the blast, the genius videographer goes and stands DIRECTLY in the line of fire!
The tracks would work great for getting people stuck in the mud or snow moving.
Or a nice fence stood up on their edges. lol
Speaking of woods, that’s one thing I’ll miss about upstate NY when the SHTF. The armored Timberjack vs. Tank battles sure to occur.
Once the tanks with drivers unfamiliar with the terrain get boxed in and sink into the seemingly bottomless mud, it would be entertaining to watch. Tank crew has to come out sometime.
Out here in the Mohave desert, we are sorta open to their best abilities and the main gun. Almost makes me wish for a nuclear winter...
/Fallout New Vegas ;)
I’m an old mountain boy. I couldn’t relocate to the desert unless it was motivated by critical health reasons or a job that was buried under a mound of cash.
I was a born and raised Adirondack mountain hick. But I love it here in AZ. It’s one of those things that had to grow on me but now I couldn’t go back.
As beautiful as the Adirondacks are (IMO one of the most beautiful places on earth) the desert has it’s own thing. There is beauty in that blasted apocalypse. That serenity you hear about in every cowboy movie? It’s real. Hard to see it when it’s 130 degrees though....
For the record, this armored fighting vehicle (AFV) is not a tank. This armored fighting vehicle (AFV) is an armored personnel carrier (APC) or what the Russians describe as the BMP-2 amphibious infantry fighting vehicle.
Its a BMP-2, not a tank but an armored personnel carrier. 15 tons, 30mm cannon, 7.62 coax MG, 3man crew, 7 fully equipped infantry passengers.
Looks sorta like a tank, but far too lightly armored for that.
I bet it is. I feel the same way when I’m on the beach. But, I’ll always be an Appalachian ridge runner. I’ll never get it out of my blood, no matter how long I live down here with these Alabama flatlanders. LOL They’ll bury me in the mountains.
I have a relative that is about to retire from the ADOT road crew. It is ‘interesting’ to see his boots (replaced often). Because the soles literally melt in the summer.
What really impresses me about the people that settled this area, nit just the white guys but the indians going WAY back as well, was that they could actually survive here pre swamp cooler/air conditioning.
I wonder where the crew was, and what happened to them?
Back in the good old days, before all the concrete, asphalt and steel, it used to cool off at night in the Phoenix area. The cooling effect was helped by the Salt river because at that time it was flowing.
I have been camping out in the desert in the summer and have needed a blanket at night.
It’s amazing how some of them adapt to it over the generations. My wife was born and raised here (hence my being here), and they don’t consider anything as ‘hot’ until it gets above 90 or so. And the humidity has to be experienced to be believed. Some days it seems to suck the air right out of your lungs. And the further south you get in the state, the swampier it gets. We’re in the east-central part of the state. We do get the occasional gator sighting, but get an hour south, and you’re into genuine gator country. We have a couple of local stores down here that sell frozen gator meat in their frozen meat section. We’re on a major river along the AL/GA line, so we get all manner of life forms that swim and crawl about around here. Know what I miss? Standing in a field, and the air is so cold and crisp you think you could just open your mouth and take a bite, and it’s so silent, the only thing you hear is the soft, almost bell-like tinkle of snowflakes as they hit the snowpack around you. Nothing but you and the snow. Talk about communing with God’s creation.
Yes there is much to be said about that little slice of winter heaven. That silence is eire in a way. Like an anechoic chamber. The desert gets quiet but there is always ‘some’ sound. Winter cold brings with it complete silence at times.
My ‘favorite’ so to speak was about a 10-20 degree day, late afternoon/getting dark with a directional glow from the setting sun behind the clouds... snowing huge flakes almost to whiteout, in a dense evergreen part of the mountains. It sounds depressing as hell...but it is anything but.
I always wish I had learned to paint just to TRY capturing that. too many hobbies already though.
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