Following all the bumf re: Ultimate Force thread and the wannabee soldier types reminded me of what made the old war movies so much fun....the total disregard for reality.. HOLLYWOOD: " Right lads, here's the plan.. We wait 'til noon and, in broad daylight, we jump out of the slit trenches, run across the open field yelling ' Arrrrrgh !' at the top of our lungs and firing our weapons indiscriminately, exhausting our mags and clips at a furious rate while avoiding the enfilading machine gun fire from the enemy. Then, when we reach the concrete gun emplacement we'll toss our grenades with the precision of a cricket test match bowler through the tiny slit, blow up their command post and then take the rest prisoner when they surrender demoralised by our bold effort. Charlie, you lead off. " REALITY: " okay boys, as soon as its too dark to see your hand in front of your face, we crawl our way across the ground trying not to sh*t our pants so that the smell gives away our position..Then, , if we make it to the command pill box, some of us will try and place satchel charges againt the concrete walls and hope that if some go off, they'll knock enough rubble and debris down into their coffee to really p*ss them off...then we scramble back here as fast as we can hoping we don't take more than 40% cazualties..okay, Charlie you lead off..." Anyone old enough to remember Richard Todd?