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I have to agree with the (sensible) masses on this one. I have found that the Sigs world is increasingly like Chicken Little: the sky is falling!!!! The sky is falling!!!!
I'm sure everyone remembers the kafuffle over the use of FRS (Cobra/Motorola/Radio Shack models, etc) radios in training areas and in ops. I heard so many (admittedly unofficial) reasons for why they couldn't be used: they interfered with "official" frequencies. They weren't "secure" (which falls into the 'Well, duh!!!!!' category). They caused ovarian cancer in males (I just made that one up, but no doubt it has been used). Personally, I think it was because "they" lost control over the air-waves.
The alternative was to use the POS radios that were the alternative (521(???) patrol radios, with the rechargeable batteries that lasted as long as a nervous 17 year old with a hooker) or the non-existent new manpacks, which nobody seemed to know how to use (I knew more before my "official" TCCCS course, which forced all the good, hard-fought corporate knowledge out of my brain, with the ability to hook it up into a WAN and control the Space Shuttle, which we ALL know that the average combat arms type needs to know....).
Personally, I relish stories like the one about buddy who called in arty on himself (notionally, of course). The technophobes like to trot out stories like that to prove that their Luddite ways are right: "...all's I need, dag nab it, is a map, the sun, and a newts tail to figure out where I am. Don't need no newfangled con-traption to know where I is!!!". The reality is that buddy couldn't read a map to save his life, and used the GPS as a crutch. When I was teaching tactics courses with the Coyote, we allowed the student to use the PLGR to confirm where they were. If they started to use it as a crutch, I would pretend to be changing a setting on the CI, and reach back and unplug the antenna lead for the PLGR, and then quiz buddy on where he was. Of course, they would invariably read the grid off of the screen, and spit out the (wrong by about 10km) grid, with all the certainty of someone who was truly screwed, blued, and/or tattoed. I thought it proved a good point (of course, they thought I was mean, but that's OK).
Al
I'm sure everyone remembers the kafuffle over the use of FRS (Cobra/Motorola/Radio Shack models, etc) radios in training areas and in ops. I heard so many (admittedly unofficial) reasons for why they couldn't be used: they interfered with "official" frequencies. They weren't "secure" (which falls into the 'Well, duh!!!!!' category). They caused ovarian cancer in males (I just made that one up, but no doubt it has been used). Personally, I think it was because "they" lost control over the air-waves.
The alternative was to use the POS radios that were the alternative (521(???) patrol radios, with the rechargeable batteries that lasted as long as a nervous 17 year old with a hooker) or the non-existent new manpacks, which nobody seemed to know how to use (I knew more before my "official" TCCCS course, which forced all the good, hard-fought corporate knowledge out of my brain, with the ability to hook it up into a WAN and control the Space Shuttle, which we ALL know that the average combat arms type needs to know....).
Personally, I relish stories like the one about buddy who called in arty on himself (notionally, of course). The technophobes like to trot out stories like that to prove that their Luddite ways are right: "...all's I need, dag nab it, is a map, the sun, and a newts tail to figure out where I am. Don't need no newfangled con-traption to know where I is!!!". The reality is that buddy couldn't read a map to save his life, and used the GPS as a crutch. When I was teaching tactics courses with the Coyote, we allowed the student to use the PLGR to confirm where they were. If they started to use it as a crutch, I would pretend to be changing a setting on the CI, and reach back and unplug the antenna lead for the PLGR, and then quiz buddy on where he was. Of course, they would invariably read the grid off of the screen, and spit out the (wrong by about 10km) grid, with all the certainty of someone who was truly screwed, blued, and/or tattoed. I thought it proved a good point (of course, they thought I was mean, but that's OK).
Al