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No Other Option by Marcus Wynne

Just a quick update, as we get ready for SHOT (well, I am. Slim is on a bender again. He went to visit some of the grunts at BAMC and hasn’t been back in a week…though I did get his pants and a half-empty bottle of “personal lubricant” in the mail). In the meantime, on the advice of a couple friends I’ve started reading No Other Option, by Marcus Wynn. It’s like an action thriller got really drunk one night and woke up really early in the morning having to piss and cracked its head pretty hard on the toilet when it puked. Then it woke up an hour or two later to stagger down to formation and PT, not quite sure what it was doing and where it was, and in a confused morning-after haze wondered if maybe it was a police/mystery thriller instead…but only for a few minutes,…

Cowboys & Aliens Review: Better Late Than Never

It's a little late for some of you, but we thought we'd post this review anyway. If you haven't seen it yet, you should consider Cowboys and Aliens. Yep, we said it Cowboys and Aliens. The name alone told us it had to be outstanding or a new monument to movie suckage. Worry not, if you have high hopes for it. This flick is outstanding. You are not only cleared hot to watch, you are hereby directed to do so. In the interest of full disclosure, we should make it clear from the outset we’re huge fans of Westerns. We like movies across the genre, from gritty films like Culpepper Cattle Company to classics like The Shootist. We went into the theater predisposed to dislike it. That was a mistake. The movie begins with a quintessential Western air. It had everything but the whistling theme from The Good, the Bad…

Tactical Tuesday: Suburban Warfighting

Hello, and happy Tactical Tuesday! Today we’re going to share something from Dave Merrill, an instructor at MilCopp Tactical LLC. It was posted originally over at M4Carbine.net and we thought it was so brilliantly erudite, so chock-full of tactical perspicacity, we just had to share it. It’s just brilliant. Swingin’ Dick Threats surround us everyday. As psychopaths and gangs of lunatics and uniformed Nazi-like girls selling cookies encroach into even the once-comfortable suburbs we have to take more and more precautions. This post is to remind us of the dangers we face each and everyday. For example: Getting the mail.   I’m only wearing a low-pro carrier with only a half-dozen mags instead of my plate carrier with more because I was only going to the mailbox. If I were going to take a trip to Target or Toys R’ Us I would have certainly donned the plate carrier. I…

Officer Down: Backup guns and body armor

Before you comment; we’re not interested in any punditry about the tactics employed here. One of our own was killed. If you want to talk about it professionally in order to keep from making any mistakes you may glean from what occurred, we encourage it. This is not an invitation to Monday morning quarterback CPD or the officers involved. However. There are lessons to be learned here, and however much it might feel as though we’re being critical of Sgt. Chapin or anyone else, we owe it to ourselves and other officers to learn from what happened. “To the living we owe respect, but to the dead we owe only the truth.”  Voltaire We’ve received some information to flesh out what happened in Chattanooga a couple of months back and there are a couple of important things to take note of.  You may recall that CPD Sgt. James Chapin, 51,…

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Meet part of the team of subject matter experts we use to write commentary, offer stunningly clever professional insight, outstanding tactical tips and of course brutally thorough kit evaluation (all without ever resorting to hyperbole or smart-ass exaggeration). [row][column one-third] Hondo Wallace [/column][column one-third] Mad Duo Nate [/column][column one-third] Breach Bang Brad [/column][/row] [row][column one-third] Kim Heath [/column][column one-third] Ell P [/column][column one-third] Breach Bang COWAN! [/column][/row] [row][column one-third] Mad Duo Dan [/column][column one-third] Mad Duo Chris [/column][column one-third] Mad Duo David [/column][/row] [row][column one-third] Breach Bang Brian [/column] [column one-third] CSM (Ret.) Turley [/column][column one-third] Eric Wilber [/column] [column one-third][/column] [column one-third] Isaac Sherman [/column] [column one-third][/column] [/row]   Others on the Team [row] [column one-fourth] Deidre Hughes [/column] [column one-fourth] Gary Drake [/column] [column one-fourth] Jason Brokaw [/column] [column one-fourth] Kelly Pitts [/column] [/row] [row] [column one-fourth] Jay Childers [/column] [column one-fourth] Angry Dave Agata [/column] [column one-fourth]…

About Us

ABOUT THE MAD DUO Excerpted from an interview in the 2010 edition of The World’s Most Awesomely Bad Ass Bad Asses, by Roger Pelham Young, all rights reserved.   Okay, tell us about yourselves. Who are the Mad Duo? Well, to start with the Mad Duo never drinks more than one in dog beers. Have you ever heard of Flat Stanley? What if Flat Stanley was an action figure that belonged to some military and LE guys? What if Flat Stanley had a buddy, and those military and LE guys took the two action figures with them to training, on operations and into strip bars? {gallery}about_us/sworn_in:200:160:0:0{/gallery} Who are we? Individually we are Jake “Slim” Call and Richard “Swingin’ Dick” Kilgore. That doesn’t really answer he question, though, because you can’t judge us individually—it would be demeaning, stupid, and potentially fatal if we find out about it. The Mad Duo is a tactically proficient,…

Swingin' Dick

Background Dossier, Richard Kilgore Richard Kilgore was born a poor white child (name that Steve Martin movie) in the small town of Freedom, Oklahoma, then by some still unexplained quirk of fate was raised in the St. Helen of the Blessed Shroud Orphanage in Calumet City, IL (recognize that place?).  He entered the Army in 2001, serving as an 11B for most of his first enlistment before passing the selection process for SF.  After his tour in the Army was done he went to work for a small Sheriff’s Department in the Midwest, but missed the camaraderie of military life and the chance to remove insurgents and assorted other assholes from the gene pool, so he went back in.  Eventually he wound up in a National Guard Security Forces unit as a plausible cover so he could run black budget, secret squirrel type operations with his buddy Slim.  Over the…

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