Showing posts with label WW1. Show all posts
Showing posts with label WW1. Show all posts

Friday, May 16, 2008

dudekazoo: Journalistic Credibility Almost As Low As Fox News

The Great War. The War to End All Wars. The First World War has many names and a unified reputation for horror and brutality. It's generally true that people don't really know all that much about the war, if you ask them they will recall only the most dim fragments of high school history class. Trenches, gas-masks, muddy craters, and sometimes The Red Baron. What most people do not realize, however, is that the war never really ended. No, I don't mean because it directly spawned the Second World War. I mean the men of that great crusade never stopped dying. To this day combatants from around the world perish and not one person bats an eye. The death toll is staggering, of the more than sixty million men mobilized during the war only a handful remain. If laid head to foot the dead could circle the earth's equator two and a half times. Absolutely staggering. It won't be long, now, before the death finally ends. Soon enough one of these century long rivals will triumph. In a stunning act of betrayal John F. Babcock, after having served his country for sixty-two years, became a Canadian citizen, seriously damaging the U.S. war effort and putting Canada ahead in the bid for supremacy. It shouldn't have been unexpected, however, Babcock was originally a Canadian citizen and only defected in the forties.

In the years to come we will see the end of the war. Now let us all beseech the blessing of almighty God on this great and exhaustive undertaking.



About the author:
J. Braandon, known usually as dudekazoo, is a cynical and irredeemable youth who is bent on finding his way to Hell through either the abuse of kittens and children or the ridicule of dying old war heroes.

Saturday, April 19, 2008

A Brand New Very Old Toy


I brought this home today. It's a Steyr Mannlicher M1895. After a ten day waiting period the anticipation had nearly killed me. It was a breathless moment as I opened the extremely long box and removed the prize within. It's a lovely rifle, surprisingly good looking for being 91 years old. As an additional bonus it seems to have all matching serial numbers.

Manufactured in Vienna in 1917 and re-chambered in 1934, this rifle's been around. The M1895 was the main battle rifle of Austria-Hungary during the first world war. It was still in service into the thirties and you can find Nazi stamped ammunition and clips for the gun. Some of the unique features of this rifle are the straight pull bolt and the clip feeding. Instead of a rotating bolt as is common on bolt-action rifles this bolt is pulled straight backwards and then pushed straight forward. Its five rounds are loaded into a small bloc clip and then loaded into the magazine. When the last round is chambered the clip falls out a small hole in the bottom of the magazine, just forward of the trigger. When it does this it emits a ping noise almost identical to that of the M1 Garand, which is thoroughly satisfying to someone such as myself, someone who wishes they could own a Garand but doesn't have half the money necessary.

It will be a little while before I get to take it to the range. I need some clips and some ammunition, both of which must be ordered online. Hopefully I'll be able to write about it afterwards, maybe upload a video. I'm looking forward to the recoil. I own an M44 Mosin-Nagant which is chambered for the 7.62X54R mm round and it kicks like a beast. This Steyr fires an 8X56R mm round and is shorter and lighter than my Mosin, so it should try to rip my shoulder off. Which is honestly part of the joy of shooting. I love the kick of old rifles. Every time I fire one I have this sudden, visceral, compassion with all the soldiers who fired it many years ago. Video games and movies depict guns constantly but no war movie ever intimates to its viewers the full sensory impact of a firearm. The smell, the weight, the rattling boom, the jarring kick, it's something you have in common with the infantry of World War one after firing such a weapon. As soon as you imagine doing it all day for years you start to get a new handle on history. It's a sobering thought, and an experience that is, to me, utterly delightful.

If you would like to know more about the M1895 you can follow these links:
History of the M1895
Specifications, maintenance, disassembly and more