Viktor said:
Viktor -- who was apparently an emperor of Rome in a past life -- seems to be presently suffering from an infatuation w/Latin.

(This is not a bad thing, of course.)
Viktor said:
...I wouldn't call OTB obsessive, "very enthusiastic with regards to obscure trivia" might be more fitting...
I have it on the authority of the psychologists' cabal that this is considered something of a vice in the current way of thinking. I'm expecting a troop of men in white to burst through my door any day now and tie me up -- "I really like this jacket, but the sleeves are much too long," thank you, Lemmy Kilmister -- and pump me full of sedatives until I'm a good, drooling, little sheep.
Viktor said:
...I've got this trait in spades when it comes to military and weapons history!
"You too will meet the suede/denim secret police. They'll draft you and jail your niece!"
Viktor said:
Mmmmm.... Can't beat a nice bit of train crash (jam roly-poly in British squaddie speak) for pudding!
You know, say what you will about the L1A1, and the fact that the British Army often has to borrow equipment from it's former colony: the British Army eats a hell of a lot better than its US counterpart does, that's for sure!
When I was in the Gulf the British were short of cots, which we had a surfeit of. The Brits, on the other hand, had these great packages (the 10-man-packs were the ones were were after). If you could find a cot no one would miss, you could get yourself three of these 10-man-packs, which was enough food for 30 days by yourself. Mmmm...
Unfortunately, one of my buddies got ripped of on a deal. He didn't know about the going rate, and some industious soldiers of Her Majesty managed to get him to cough up 3 cots for 1 ten-man-pack. We nearly cried when we found out what he'd done.
OTB