training terrain

Warrior Wednesday: U.S. Marines with the 15th Marine Expeditionary Unit’s Force Reconnaissance Detachment conduct military operations in urban terrain training aboard Camp Pendleton, Calif., Feb. 19, 2015. These Marines are a part of the MEU’s Maritime Raid Force. The training provides the MEU with the opportunity to train for similar environments in preparation for their upcoming deployment.

(U.S. Marine Corps photo by Sgt. Emmanuel Ramos/Released)

Tatooine Farmboy Headcanon

Luke Skywalker totally does not know how to swim. 

Like where the fuck would he have learned?? Tatooine??? 

And he manages to get through three years in the Alliance flying in Rogue Squadron and it just never comes up bc none of their missions require swimming in water he’s a pilot like, who cares.

It doesn’t really hit him that this is a problem until he lands in a swamp in Dagobah and Artoo falls into the water and he’s like “FUCK I can’t rescue my droid because I don’t know how to fucking swim what the heck am I gonna do.” 

So then my headcanon deviates into two potential outcomes: 

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This weather calls for a rainy #tbt! “Hauling canoe in rain, The Everglades, Florida” was was taken by Julian A. Dimock in 1910. 

Dimock, who donated over 3,400 photographic negatives to the Museum in 1920, traveled the Southern states over many years during Museum funded trips. Carrying heavy and cumbersome photographic equipment over challenging terrain, Dimock trained his lens on the people and landscape of the South. 

See more of the beautiful Julian Dimock Collection in our Digital Special Collections

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the fear of falling (Keith)

Title: the fear of falling
Summary: Keith can pull off a downward spiral. It’s the kind of maneuver he does in his sleep. / Keith backstory, some Keith&Shiro if you squint. Oneshot.
A/N: I’m working solely off of what we got in the Netflix show + the really brief character bios, so sorry if this all gets tossed out the window come Season 2. But, seeing as the ending of Season 1 CHUCKED US OFF A FREAKING CLIFF, I’m gonna indulge myself.

Read and review over on [FF.Net] or [Ao3] or continue under the cut.


Keith comes to the Galaxy Garrison with one knife, five books, and a jacket.

The knife, he is learning to wield. The books, he has read six times each. The jacket is too big, but he’ll grow into it.

Four boys, two bunks. A baseball whizzes past him when he enters the room and Keith stops short in the doorway as one of the boys jumps to his feet, tawny-haired and freckled.

“You must be Keith!” he says, extending a hand. When Keith makes no move to set down the cardboard box in his arms, the other boy drops the gesture. “I’m Clay, that’s Max, that’s Ernest,” he motions instead, pointing to each occupant in turn. “I hope you don’t mind that I, uh, went ahead and claimed the bottom bunk. It’s just that there’s no railing on the top and that drop—”

“It’s fine,” Keith says, already climbing. “I’m not afraid of falling.”

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Ultra-lightweight combat vehicles bearing Paratroopers assigned to the 1st Battalion, 325th Airborne Infantry Regiment, 2nd Brigade Combat Team, 82nd Airborne Division, speed across the Mojave Desert during a tactical movement toward an assault on an enemy-held urban environment at the National Training Center at Fort Irwin, Calif., Aug.11, 2015. The 1st Bn. 325th AIR have been evaluating the vehicles throughout a variety of terrain and training exercises for more than a year to determine their ability to provide faster maneuverability and as small arms weapons platforms during joint forcible entry operations. 

(82nd Airborne Division photo by Staff Sgt. Jason Hull/Released)

fireheartedkaratepup  asked:

asking twice because tumblr may have eaten my last one: What do you mean when you say a teen would not have access to the sort of training they'd need? Because I think they would.

You can think anything you like, but they wouldn’t.

To tangle with six guys, you need a legitimate combat form such as Systema, MAP, or Krav Maga (not the watered down self-defense versions either, the real thing) and a combat background. They also need a willingness to act preemptively and with unrelenting brutality. This is something the average teenager will not have access to and be unable to obtain. Your average martial arts program does not bequeath you with military grade training or threat management, I’m sorry. Training on the mat does not give you the skills you need to handle six guys in a real fight, at best it will give you the skills to handle one.

There’s no telling if this character has ever been in a real fight before. The rules are different and the body’s reactions are different. Combat happens fast and unfortunately the higher the numbers, the fewer room for mistakes. If this character jumps in, they have no room for any. A single mistake and they are done, it’s over. They can do everything right and it will still be over. They’re also fighting people who don’t have the control to really avoid hurting them once they let loose and who have the tools to do it.

Four limbs versus twenty six. You can only fight one person at a time. It takes seven seconds to kill someone, longer to do anything else to them. When you’re dealing with one, the others have time to circle. To avoid being caught, you have to move, but you can’t move if you’re protecting two other people. You need a lot of open space to fight a group, movies will never prepare you to understand that. They like to set up the sequences so the character stands in the middle, it’s more dynamic that way. Bu to avoid the hands of the group, you have to run and convince them to hit each other. The more there are, the harder this gets, and the more quickly you’ll tire out. Just handling two is a challenge. It doesn’t matter who you are or how much training you have, try to fight those odds upfront barehanded and you will lose. You see it happen all the time, it’s where the stories about martial artists not knowing how to really fight come from.

The irony is that a kid who has bounced around in juvie, a drug dealer, or a mob enforcer has a better chance of surviving the encounter than a martial artist. The reason is that they’ve spend most of their life getting beaten on and they understand that when dealing with numbers you need to be swift and merciless. They’re the characters who will take a crowbar out of their trunk, walk up behind the biggest boy in the group, and slam the prongs down into the back of their skull. They win by changing the rules, by being willing to go further, harder, faster than their opponents. When the football players are now having to choose between death and their prey, they’ll be more likely to run. (And it still won’t fix anything, at least not for the victims, because now the bullies are more afraid and more likely to escalate against their targets when the character is no longer around.)

Killing someone works really well if you’re fighting in a place where no one knows you and against someone you’d never have seen again anyway. It’s less cool when people will remember your face, can find you in the yearbook, and tell the authorities about you complete with picture.

Your average teen isn’t going to think like that because it’s a reaction that’s never been necessary for them. Your average martial artist isn’t going to think like that because they’ve spent most of their career being cautioned against using violence unless they really, truly have to. “How to avoid conflict” and “how violence doesn’t solve your problems” are big parts of the lesson plan. This is for their own safety, so they don’t do shit like this.

Despite what Batman may tell you, martial arts don’t train you to be or even give you the tools you need to be a superhero. You’re not going to suddenly become Jackie Chan or Batman in just six years.

The other skills you need when defending someone else like exit strategies, are not part of the lesson plan. Threat assessment and threat management, tactically surveying the situation, and deciding the proper approach, lining up your targets so outside circumstances negate their ability to fight back, these are skill sets that belong to cops, some bodyguards, and soldiers. If your character is ROTC, then fine, except an ROTC would know the consequences for using their training against civilians. (No mas.)

Would it shock you to learn that plenty of martial arts schools don’t teach you to fight or even how to run away on different kinds of terrain? The training I got for it was optional for students until they were ready to test for black belt and even then it was only once a week, not every day.

There’s a difference between the training you can get and the training you need to do the job right. There are real martial artists out there who do go in for the superhero complex and they do lose their teeth on the pavement, they do get crippled for life, they do die. A person who takes this sort of action is one who believes in their own invincibility, if you are writing a story that deals in reality then you will find reality to be less than accommodating.

-Michi

“Fish jumping, Turners River, Florida”

This beautiful photo was taken by Julian A. Dimock in 1908. Dimock, who donated over 3,400 photographic negatives to the Museum in 1920, traveled the Southern states over many years during Museum funded trips to Southern locations like The Everglades. Carrying heavy and cumbersome photographic equipment over challenging terrain, Dimock trained his lens on the people and landscape of the South. 

See more of the Julian Dimock Collection in our Digital Special Collections

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Sniper training - Property Protection Force

 See without being seen, which is part of the tasks of our snipers. In the training area in Lehnin our snipers practice unnoticed and profits flowing out of position. Urban terrain presents a different challenge: While the nature offers a lot of possibilities of camouflage, you have to find a suitable position here, they reach unnoticed and expand. A sniper squad consists of at least two soldiers. However, in urban terrain they train in four-man squads. Comprising sniper, spotter, radio operators and the deputy squad leader. (Foto: Bundeswehr/ J. Heyn)

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Ultra-lightweight combat vehicles bearing Paratroopers assigned to the 1st Battalion, 325th Airborne Infantry Regiment, 2nd Brigade Combat Team, 82nd Airborne Division, speed across the Mojave Desert during a tactical movement toward an assault on an enemy-held urban environment at the National Training Center at Fort Irwin, Calif., Aug.10, 2015. The 1st Bn. 325th AIR have been evaluating the vehicles throughout a variety of terrain and training exercises for more than a year to determine their ability to provide faster maneuverability and as small arms weapons platforms during joint forcible entry operations. 

(82nd Airborne Division photo by Staff Sgt. Jason Hull/Released)

Today’s peek into the archives takes us to the beach!

Alligator walking on beach, Cape Romano, Florida, 1907” was photographed by Julian A. Dimock, and is part of the Museum’s collection of over 3,400 images taken by Dimock in the United States in the early part of the 20th century from about 1904 to 1911. He traveled the Southern states on Museum funded trips to Southern locations like The Everglades. Carrying heavy and cumbersome photographic equipment over challenging terrain, Dimock trained his lens on the people and landscape of the South, to great effect. 

See the Julian A. Dimock Collection.

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Training

U.S. Marines with the 15th Marine Expeditionary Unit’s Force Reconnaissance Detachment conduct military operations in urban terrain training aboard Camp Pendleton, Calif., Feb. 19, 2015. These Marines are a part of the MEU’s Maritime Raid Force. The training provides the MEU with the opportunity to train for similar environments in preparation for their upcoming deployment. (U.S. Marine Corps photo by Sgt. Emmanuel Ramos/Released)

rose1688  asked:

26. Ms Stewart and Gail go on there date?

Sorry this has taken so long!! Life has been getting in the way of writing.

Gail gave a deep belly laugh as she doubled over, hand in the air as not to drop her ice cream cone. Catching her breath she looked back up at the brunette, “Ollie seriously did that?”

Holly nodded, not able to contain the face splitting smile on her lips. “It was very brief and she had just sprung on me out of no where. She gave me the rundown and the threats very seriously and calmly, then politely smiled and asked for a juice box like nothing happened.”

“She’s a very protective, not one to be messed with.” Gail said proudly as she began walking again. “Did Zander have anything to say?”

“No, I think he thought Ollie was enough for the point to get across.” Holly smiled and took another lick of her ice cream.

Gail finished her bite before speaking. “You sure it’s not because of his shy qualities?”

“Oh definitely. He’s actually pretty talkative when it’s just us three, and of course when you’re there it’s just heightened.” The brunette was quick to answer.

Well worrying if the kids liked Holly was now a silly thing. Zander was comfortable enough to be heard and Ollie had let Holly patch a tare her stuffed bunny, Brad -which blew Gail away because even she wasn’t qualified to do that.

“They really like you, you know.”

Holly became bashful as she looked to her feet, hiding behind her long hair.

“They do. As you’ve probably picked up on Zander isn’t one to talk much, yet he wouldn’t stop talking about the really awesome Ms. Stewart that hung out with them after school. And Ollie let you sew Brad back together, which is something I’m not even allowed to do by the way. She also brought one of their sciencey books for you to explain things to her.” Gail assured earnestly as she finished eating her ice cream cone.

“I don’t know what to say to that.” Holly breathed, glancing back at the blonde.

“There isn’t really anything to say to that, it’s just so you know.” She smiled. “Wanna sit?” Gail asked pointing to a wooden bench just up ahead.

Holly threw out the last few bites of her cone and brushed her hands on her jeans. “I’ll race you” she exclaimed, getting a head start with a laugh.

Gail immediately ran in an attempt to win, catching up to the brunette in no time. It was neck and neck before she tripped over a dip in the pavement that Holly effortlessly leaped over. The brunette sat on the bench in victory, trying to catch her breath with a smug grin plastered on her face. Gail smirked inwardly, not wanting to show any emotion other then how unfair the race was.

“I would have won if you hadn’t cheated and if this freaking walkway was properly lit.” Gail said with crossed arms.

“I was like two seconds ahead, so not much cheating and I thought you were trained in all terrains as an officer of the law.” Holly smirked and leaned back in triumph.

Gail pouted and looked to the now dark sky.

Holly took a moment to gaze at the blonde. She really was adorable with the way her lips quivered in an attempt to not smile, her cheeks pink from the chill in the night air and a bit of ice cream graced her chin. She had it bad for this woman.

“Come sit with me Officer Sore Loser.” Holly coaxed the blonde by pulling on her wrist until she sat next to her. “I’ll give you a chance next time to redeem yourself.”

Gail smirked and met her gaze, “there’ll be a next time will there?”

“I guess that’s up to you.” Holly whispered. Her eyes not able to stay on the blue ones looking back at her as Gail licking her lips was much more captivating.

Gail brought a hand up to Holly’s cheek, “you’ve got an eyelash.” She whispered as she pinched it between her forefinger and thumb. She held it towards the brunette now just on her forefinger.

Holly raised an eyebrow.

“You have to close your eyes, make a wish and then blow it away.” Gail explained quietly.

She admires as Holly closed her eyes tight, her lips moving slightly as she made a wish and then blew away the eyelash.

When she opened her eyes again she found Gail with a goofy smile playing on her lips, those full, red, soft lips that she couldn’t help but stare at the entire evening. “And you have ice cream on your chin.” Holly whispered and cupped the blondes jaw, wiping the white substance with her thumb. Her heart began to race as Gail moved closer, neither breaking eye contact.

“Are you going to kiss me?” Gail husked with a lick of her lips. She could smell the caramel from the ice cream as the blondes warm breath hit her face.

“I was thinking about it.” Holly’s voice was low and unsteady.

Gail inched closer, their noses barely touching. “And what’s your conclusion Ms. Stewart?”

A blush crept up from her chest, effectively burning her cheeks and ears as a shiver ran down her spine. She could feel Gail’s smirk melt as their lips moved together. Holly trailed her fingers down her toned jaw to tangle them in blonde locks, as Gail cupped the back of her neck.

She couldn’t help but smile as she realized what was happening. Causing Holly to smile too, making kissing impossible. Pulling away she opened her eyes to meet dark brown ones and they both broke out into a fit of giggles.

Gail stood. “We’re getting delirious, let’s go.” She chuckled, pulling Holly to her feet. They walked hand in hand back to the parking garage they both had left their cars. With a few fleeting kisses at the brunette’s car they went home feeling like love stricken teens.