Posted on 02/15/2016 7:56:33 AM PST by Lorianne
God is Great.
It’s called KARMA!
I think the bullet hit the head because it was guided by the just hand of God, whose name is not Allah.
My understanding is limited, but that didn’t seem like a meaningful explanation.
I assume any round will begin to tumble as its energy is expended near the end of flight, but once it starts doing that, I assume it will lose any accuracy.
Anyone with better knowledge on this who can explain it (or perhaps you can, ManHunter?)
Outstanding.
And when is this British sniper going to be arrested by the crown for offending the muslims, and end up in a British prison?
Good news post/thread BUMP!
Actually, the pronoun “he” refers to its nearest antecedent, which is the towelhead commander, not the sniper. But the sentence should have been recast to eliminate the ambiguity.
Yeah that was my thought. Tumbling ammo at 1,000+ meters. What a laugh.
Most of the mainstream journalists shouldn’t be allowed to write on firearms.
The 338 lapua was designed to penetrate 5 layers of body armor at 1,000 yds. Hardly needs “tumbling” ammo.
“The commander remained standing upright for a couple of seconds before collapsing.. “
His beeber was so stuned, he didn’t even know it was gone.
Oh, great Allah, what to do? Guess I’ll fall over now.
Dang but you have a small hand.
Strange color too. ;-)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xBjZki8W45c
This would have been a better solution. lol
” .338 rifle with tumbling ammo”
Journalists are idiots. All of them.
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Fixed it.
:)
Now that I reread the sentence it is screwed up. The pronoun he is tied to the sniper not commander’s head as you would think. Oh well what do I know? I had grammar classed 50 years ago before common core English. This be a good sentence
That is hilarious!
War is Hell, Achmed.
So when is the blunt-nosed Rigby a better bullet than the supersonic Lapua?
Well, one morning as before remarked, Lieutenant John Whittaker, then in command of Company H, and myself were sitting down eating breakfast out of the same tin plate. We were sopping gravy out with some cold corn bread, when Captain W. C. Flournoy, of the Martin Guards, hallooed out, "Look out, Sam; look! look!" I just turned my head, and in turning, the cannon ball knocked my hat off, and striking Lieutenant Whittaker full in the side of the head, carried away the whole of the skull part, leaving only the face. His brains fell in the plate from which we were sopping, and his head fell in my lap, deluging my face and clothes with his blood. Poor fellow, he never knew what hurt him. His spirit went to its God that morning.
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