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US Marines come ashore

US Marines come ashore

US Marines come ashore as part of a small landing party, c. 1836, [although its unlikely the leatherneck would be armed with a Colt Patterson revolver as shown, since they only just came out that year and very few were used in military service outside the Texas Navy] only a few years after the Marine Corps had been put under the organization of the US Navy. Prior to the American Civil War – and beyond it as well – the Marine Corps remained a very small force, with one of their main duties being the detachments assigned to the various ships of the Navy. Despite the small size of the Corps – only a handful of battalions – they nevertheless contributed some notable successes during the first half of the 19th century, most famously when they stormed “the Halls of Montezuma” (Chapultepec) during the Mexican-American  War.

(Anne S. K. Brown Collection)

Captain Samuel J. Richardson, a jaguar of the plains

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Dat beard doe…

Captain Samuel J. Richardson, commander of Company F, 2nd Texas Cavalry (2nd Mounted Rifles). Captain Richardson was evidently a man of means, appearing in this image superbly armed with a Merrill carbine (2nd Model), an Arkansas Toothpick, and a brace of good Colt revolvers. The good Captain is decked out in chaps made from the hide of Panthera onca, the largest cat in the western hemisphere, described as a leopard on steroids: the Jaguar.

Thomas Jefferson on shooting…

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In 1785, Thomas Jefferson, author of the Declaration of Independence and later the Third President, wrote to his 15-year-old nephew Peter Carr with some scholarly advice.  Jefferson counseled that:

a strong body makes the mind strong. As to the species of exercise, I advise the gun. While this gives moderate exercise to the body, it gives boldness, enterprise and independence to the mind. Games played with the ball and others of that nature are too violent for the body and stamp no character on the mind. Let your gun therefore be the constant companion of your walks.

 

 

Warship Wednesday April 23. The Hard Life of the Dorsetshire

Here at LSOZI, we are going to take out every Wednesday for a look at the old steam/diesel navies of the 1859-1946 time period and will profile a different ship each week.

– Christopher Eger

Warship Wednesday April 23. The Hard Life of the Dorsetshire

HMS 'Dorsetshire' by Raymond Henderson painted 1972 in the Midlothian Council collection

HMS ‘Dorsetshire’
by Raymond Henderson painted 1972 in the Midlothian Council collection

Here we see the hard-living heavy cruiser of His Majesty’s Navy, the HMS Dorsetshire (Pennant 40). A heavy cruiser of the County class, her and her 12 sisters were all 1920s-era 10,000 ton treaty cruisers designed with experience gained from the naval battles of WWI. Although ostensibly within limits, their wartime displacement shot up to well over 14,000-tons and with a 31.5-knot speed, 8000-nm range, and 8 × BL 8-inch (203 mm L/50) Mk.VIII guns in twin mounts alongside another eight deck-mounted torpedo tubes, the class were bruisers capable of taking on just about any cruiser in the world and able to run away from any 1920s era battleship on the waves.

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One of the last of her class completed, Dorsetshire was finished to an improved design that included  a lowered bridge and after superstructure, improved MkII turrets, a different secondary gunnery plan, and the ability to make 32.25-knots, which is always appreciated. Like the rest of her sisters, she was also one of the first ships in the British navy with a functional surface-search radar. But more on this later.

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Laid down at Portsmouth in 1927, she was commissioned 30 September 1930, assigned as flagship of the 2nd Cruiser Squadron of the Atlantic Fleet before moving on to the China station in the Far East. When World War Two erupted in Europe, she sailed for the South Atlantic to join the hunt for German surface raiders including the pocket battleship Admiral Graf Spee. For the first twenty months of the war she crashed sortied around the Atlantic and Mediterranean looking for one Axis capital ship after another, never actually finding one. Then in May 1941, that all changed.

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The lucky cruiser soon joined the hunt for Hitler’s newest toy, the 55,000-ton ton SMS Bismarck, then loose in the cold North Atlantic near Iceland. The German brawler soon found herself cornered on May 24th by the largest British ship, HMS Hood, which she sank, and the new and incomplete battleship HMS Prince of Wales, which broke off the engagement.

Dorsetshire, along with her earlier sisters HMS Norfolk and Suffolk, used their 25-kw Type 284 radar to good advantage when they shadowed the Bismarck during the RN’s attempts to hunt her down after the sinking of HMS Hood. Then on 27 May the hunt was over. Dorsetshire joined in the kill of the mighty German ship alongside a combined British Task Force. During the one-sided engagement, the cruiser fired 254 rounds of 8-inch shells and no less than three torpedoes into the stricken battlewagon, with her fish being one of the main reasons for the warship’s ultimate sinking.

HMS Dorsetshire (The End of the Bismarck) by Ivan Berryman. Photo credit: Cranston Fine Arts

HMS Dorsetshire (The End of the Bismarck) by Ivan Berryman. Photo credit: Cranston Fine Arts

Of the 110 German sailors rescued from the Bismarck, most of these were picked up by the Dorsetshire. After this engagement, her skipper became the noted WWI VC winner Augustus Agar (the cheeky fellow who torpedoed half the Bolshevik fleet in 1919 from a little Coastal Motor Torpedo boat).

Another view of Bismarck with Dorsetshire behind her to deliver to coup de grace.

Another view of Bismarck with Dorsetshire behind her to deliver to coup de grace.

The ship then counted a more solitary coup on the SMS Atlantis, a 7800-ton converted freighter-turned merchant raider. Encountering the disguised ship in the Atlantic on 22 November 1941, it was an easy kill, and Atlantis was sent to the bottom after zapping her with salvos from 9-miles out.

Then came the war in the Pacific just six months later. This sent the big D to the Indian Ocean to protect His Majesty’s sea lanes between Australia and India. In March 1942, she became part of Force A, under the command of Admiral James Somerville, which was composed of the old battleship Warspite and the carriers Indomitable and Formidable. Forced to leave the task force to return to port to refuel as there were to tankers assigned to the group, Dorsetshire and her sister Cornwall were caught in the open on April 5 by more than 40 Japanese aircraft. With her anti-aircraft armament marginal, the cruiser was effectively as sitting duck.

Dorsetshire left ablaze, Cornwall right. Photo by Japanese bombers

Dorsetshire left ablaze, Cornwall right. Photo by Japanese bombers

In the span of about eight minutes, Dorsetshire was hit by ten 250 lb and 550 lb bombs and several near misses; she sank stern first at about 13:50. One of the bombs detonated one of her ammunition magazines and contributed to her rapid sinking. The Cornwall was sunk as well.

Agar was wounded and drug down so deep by his sinking ship that he suffered from the bends when he finally made it to the surface. Some 500 crew, including the Captain, survived in the water until rescue 32 hours later. Only 16 of the men who went into the water died, a testament to crew discipline and the leadership of Agar and the other officers and petty officers.

Of the 13 County-class heavy cruisers, besides Cornwall and Dorsetshire who were lost in the war, and both nearly side by side each other on the same day by grim irony, only HMAS Canberra was sunk in combat. The 10 remaining sister-ships were retired and scrapped between 1948-1959.

Specs:

 

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Displacement:     10,035 long tons (10,196 t) (standard)
13,420 long tons (13,640 t) (full load) (Some sisters went nearly 15,000)
Length:     632 ft 9 in (192.86 m)
Beam:     66 ft (20 m)
Draught:     18 ft (5.5 m)
Installed power:     80,000 shp (60,000 kW)
Propulsion:     4 × Parsons geared or Brown Curtis steam turbines
8 × boilers
4 × shafts
Speed:     31.5 kn (58.3 km/h; 36.2 mph)
Range:     12,000 nmi (22,000 km; 14,000 mi) at 12 kn (22 km/h; 14 mph)
Complement:     653
Armament:     8 × 8 in (200 mm) Mk VIII guns
8 × 4 in (100 mm) dual purpose guns
24 × 2-pounder pom-pom anti-aircraft guns
8 × 24 in (610 mm) torpedo tubes
numerous light anti-aircraft guns
Aircraft carried:     2 × Supermarine Walrus floatplanes (operated by 700 Naval Air Squadron)
Aviation facilities:     1 × catapult

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Happy Easter! Here’s a Tale for the whole family

I give you my favorite Bunny story:

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Once upon a time, there were four rabbits, Flopsy, Mopsy, Cottontail and Peter. They lived with their mother, Old Mrs. Rabbit, in a warren which looked -to the unaccustomed eye- rather like the lice infested trenches of World War I.

One day Peter’s mother said “I am going to market to sell my mittens. You may play in the woods if you wish but, Peter, you and your naughty cousin Benjamin Bunny are not to antagonize Mr. McGregor nor blow up any Panzer tanks today”, and with that, she left in a swish-swash-swish of rustling skirts.

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But oh! That Peter was a naughty rabbit! No sooner had his mother left than he had dressed for combat and hopped down to the end of the lane to rendezvous with his cousin Benjamin. As the two young rabbits exchanged their fulsome greetings, they suddenly became aware of a mighty a-clinking and a-clanking coming up the road! Their little hearts a-flutter, they peered judiciously around the corner.

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Why it was Mr. McGregor in a MkII Tiger tank with a transversable 88mm howitzer and two forward mounted 7.62mm machine guns!

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“Be quick and fetch the Panzerfaust anti-tank gun from Tom Kitten!” whispered Benjamin. So Peter went lipperty-lipperty all the way to Tom Kitten’s house.

“Quick!” Peter implored him. “Lend me your Panzerfaust, for Mr. McGregor has a Tiger tank and will surely blast us all into bloody shards of flesh, bone and sinewy pulp if we are not careful, if we are not most circumspect!”

Tom Kitten gave Peter his anti-tank gun willingly for Mr. McGregor had scolded him once. But by the time Peter had returned to his cousin, Mr. McGregor had driven up the road and opened fire on Jemima Puddleduck, killing her instantly.

“Thank goodness you were not the least tardy!” cried Benjamin, as the turret of Mr. McGregor’s tank slowly turned towards the humble abode of Mrs. Tiggy-Winkle.

“Waste the fucker!”

Benjamin called out with the sensation of enjoyment. So Peter steadied the Bazooka on his shoulder and squinted one beady little rabbit eye down the sights.peter cotton tail tank killer3

Now, rabbits eat lots of carrots and every child knows that carrots do your eyesight a power of good, so of course Peter did not miss.

Whooomph! Ka-Woooommmbbbb!

The AP shell from the Panzerfaust slammed square into the cowling of the Tiger’s twin back Maybach HL 700hp engines, sending fuel cascading everywhere!

“Take that for putting my father in a pie, you four-eyed Scottish bastard!” exalted Peter and gave a little rabbity hop for joy.

But oh dear! Mr. McGregor was trapped in the hatch of his burning Panzer tank and he was a-hollering and a-screaming fit to burst!

“Kill me, please!” he requested of the rabbits. “For I am trapped and sorely afraid that I shall slowly burn to death from the legs upwards!”

Benjamin Bunny raised his Scmeisser and pumped a full magazine into the distressed Mr. McGregor’s head, thereby solving the pretty little pickle they had found themselves in!

All of a sudden, another hatch opened who should fly out but Mr. McGregor’s cat! Now Benjamin’s father had no opinion whatsoever of cats, but Benjamin was shit-scared of them and would have most surely voided himself in his attire had not the cat been one huge ball of flame and surely demising.

When Mr. McGregor’s cat rattled and lay still, the two little rabbits exchanged salutes and promised to meet again next Thursday and then hurried back to their respective domiciles.

Oh dear! Old Mrs. Rabbit was distraught in the extreme when she learned what her naughty son had been about.

“How many times have I told you about blowing up tanks!” she chided. “You are a naughty, wicked rabbit!”

Flopsy, Mopsy and Cottontail who had not assaulted any armored vehicles were rewarded with fresh lettuce and carrots and radishes, but Peter was sent to bed without any supper.

But then, who wants to eat that rabbit food shit anyway?

>The End<

Maj-Gen Logan Scott-Bowden, DDay recon engineer, passes

A tribute to an unknown American soldier, who lost his life fighting in the landing operations of the Allied Forces, marks the sand of Normandy's shore, in June 1944.  (AP Photo)

A tribute to an unknown American soldier, who lost his life fighting in the landing operations of the Allied Forces, marks the sand of Normandy’s shore, in June 1944. (AP Photo)

Rarely can the hopes and fears of generals and admirals across the Western world have so closely depended on one man’s prowess, as they did in 1944 on the physical and mental agility of Logan Scott-Bowden.

The secret expedition with which the young Royal Engineers officer was entrusted had to work if the Allies were to go ahead in June 1944 with Operation Overlord, the invasion of German-occupied Europe. The reconnaissance had been personally planned by Winston Churchill, advised by the team of scientists and combined-operations military staff he favoured.

Above all the 24-year-old sapper captain and his trusty sergeant had to avoid getting caught, or even noticed, so as to give the enemy no clue about potential landing sites. The plan owed much to the work of the crystallographer JD Bernal, by whose techniques the Allies meant to find out whether the French sand and whatever lay beneath was firm enough to support 30-ton American Sherman tanks.

The two good swimmers, who had trained at Hayling Island as part of Louis Mountbatten’s Combined Operations Pilotage Parties, or “Copp”, set off in a Motor Torpedo Boat from Gosport, Hampshire, on a night with no moon and headed for the heavily fortified Normandy coast. It was New Year’s Eve 1943 and Churchill’s fertile imagination envisaged the enemy consumed by jollity, oblivious to cunning British agents creeping up his beach.

A quarter of a mile from the shore Scott-Bowden and Sergeant Bruce Ogden-Smith, each armed with only a waterproof Colt .45 automatic pistol and a commando knife, swam to land at what would be Gold Beach, by the resort of Luc-sur-Mer. They had been offered cyanide capsules, so dangerous was the trip, but both had refused. They carried pocketed bandoliers, and for overflow samples, condoms to fill.

The rest here.

Thank you for your service,sir.

Did you know the French Navy invented SCUBA before WWII?

French Navy Commandant Yves Paul Gaston Le Prieur is pictured above and below in 1934 demonstrating his Scaphandre Autonome in the Trocadero Aquarium

French Navy Commandant Yves Paul Gaston Le Prieur is pictured in 1934 demonstrating his Scaphandre Autonome in the Trocadero Aquarium

“Marsoc: Conquering the mission, failing the men”

Just read a great take on issues inside the MARSOC program in the essay, “Marsoc:Conquering the mission, failing the men”

“The current regimental sergeant major of MARSOC, for example, is a 27-year motor transport Marine, whose previous assignment was – you guessed it – battalion sergeant major of 3rd Recruit Training Battalion, MCRD San Diego. I’ll say that again; the regimental sergeant major of MARSOC holds the MOS of Motor Transport Mechanic. This is the guy sitting on the selection board at the end of A&S deciding who’s fit to become an operator. This is the guy attending joint staff briefings, senior SOF leadership symposiums, liaising with key personnel within SOCCENT, JSOC, etc, sitting across the table from Army E-9s with decades of ODA time, NSW master chiefs, etc. Making policy. Influencing critical decisions. Representing MARSOC. It sounds ridiculous as I sit here writing it, yet it’s a very sad and sobering truth. The operator base is 95 percent enlisted men, and this is our senior enlisted representative. Just to construct a frame of reference for the uninformed, and in the interest of beating a horse well beyond death, a command master chief with NSW – anywhere within the command – is a SEAL. A command sergeant major of an Army special forces group – hell, the command sergeant major of USASOC – is a Green Beret. But the glorious USMC, in its infinite wisdom, perpetuates this ridiculous mantra of “A Marine’s a Marine’s a Marine! We’re all the same, you’re not special, hell, we’re all special because we’re Marines!”, effectively sabotaging the very fundamentals of SOF and its institutional imperatives.”

The rest here

MARSOC member with his FN SCAR-H

The Uzi Submachine Gun: Israel’s first action hero

Since 1951, three letters have come to represent a revolution in close quarters combat and a solid candidate for the most recognizable gun silhouette on the planet, so let’s take another look at the Uzi, one of the most successful, infamous and beloved firearms of the 20th century.
In the late 1940s, a nascent Israel faced enemies on all sides. Carved out of the former British colony of Palestine, the country was surrounded by hostile Arab countries that would just as soon see their new nation neighbor stomped flat. Making matters worse, Israel needed weapons to defend against bad intentions and no one would sell any to them, leaving them with no choice but to make their own. And for this, they turned to a young officer with an interesting background.

uzi armed israeli tankers are reviewed by Gen. Chaim Bar-Lev, the Chief of Staff for the IDF

uzi armed Israeli tankers are reviewed by Gen. Chaim Bar-Lev, the Chief of Staff for the IDF

Read the rest in my column at Guns.com

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