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  1. Crunch time. is there anyone wthin 45 minutes of tyler TX thats available for a meeting at 1900 hours today 4/19/19? if so please contact me. i need at least 14 individuals or a detail.
  2. I saw a dark cloud rise from the sea. In it were all manner of bewilderment. Small and great pitted one against the other. Great fires danced to some silent, terrible orchestra. The mouths of vile creatures, gaping and grotesque, opening and closing as if to bite in vain at some unseen morsel, too big for even them to take all at once. Tens of thousands of the most horrid creatures you could scarcely imagine... approaching endlessly as if in eternal march. It all swirled within the darkness around and around, yet the entirety seemed to be only a small portion of some greater thing that one either could not see or would not for fear of what he might find if he turned his gaze more broadly upon that which controlled the visage of horror before them. I, alone, stood silently upon the precipice of this great cliff... I felt I should fear, but did not. I felt I should run, but I did not. I felt as though anger and hatred and all forms of wrath should take hold of me and drive me into the great calamity rising from the sea... but it did not. Instead, a great peace fell over me. I saw the beauty of such a thing as this and knew that for all of its fantastic disarray, it was well ordered and controlled. I closed my eyes for but a moment. I let all burdens fall away... for what lay next would require every drop of strength and tenacity my spirit could muster. I stepped back from the edge of the sheer rock face, which held certain death below, to be sure. I called out. I called for the bold and the brave. I called for the strong and the clever. I called for the protectors and warriors and those whose wings could simply not be seen by the eyes of mortal men. I called and without hesitation or purpose of evasion, they all answered the call. They too had seen the mass... They had seen the beast entire and knew that such things do not fall easily and the battle could not be left for the next generation. They covered themselves first with armor. It was not shining nor wrought with elegant design, for these men were not seen by the world as noble, nor lofty in their rank. Most had names that would soon be forgotten with no heir to carry it on. Yet... one and all they answered. Shoulder to shoulder they stood. Their cry was fierce. Their weapons held high in the air... I stepped towards my enemy... our enemy... and the earth shook beneath my feet. You would think such a fool of me. Rank upon rank thundered in charge towards the cliff... but none fell. As the sun rose, the first rays of white light pierced the darkness and the legions of those whose blood was spilled in defense of liberty and life rose to meet our feet. They carried us into battle... Yet we knew no victory in the hours that passed... the darkness pushed us back... back to solid ground and advanced as if we were but a nuisance. A day and a night we fought. No hope in the darkest hour of the night. Strength failing... any mirage of victory had faded with the sunset... the night was cold and unforgiving but we held our ground. Forward... wait for the dawn... It should have seemed as clear to me as a written message... but trepidation kept it from my mind... dawn cracked the horizon... a chorus of trumpets sliced the tumultuous air... and the battle went silent. The air shook with the sound of trumpets. The darkness heaved and writhed as if in agony from the sound... not a word was uttered. The blood soaked and weary fell to their knees... forgetting the nightmare behind them, reinforcements... reinforcements... we all faced the east... the new dawn... I looked and beheld a white horse... and He who sat upon it...
  3. I saw a dark cloud rise from the sea. In it were all manner of bewilderment. Small and great pitted one against the other. Great fires danced to some silent, terrible orchestra. The mouths of vile creatures, gaping and grotesque, opening and closing as if to bite in vain at some unseen morsel, too big for even them to take all at once. Tens of thousands of the most horrid creatures you could scarcely imagine... approaching endlessly as if in eternal march. It all swirled within the darkness around and around, yet the entirety seemed to be only a small portion of some greater thing that one either could not see or would not for fear of what he might find if he turned his gaze more broadly upon that which controlled the visage of horror before them. I, alone, stood silently upon the precipice of this great cliff... I felt I should fear, but did not. I felt I should run, but I did not. I felt as though anger and hatred and all forms of wrath should take hold of me and drive me into the great calamity rising from the sea... but it did not. Instead, a great peace fell over me. I saw the beauty of such a thing as this and knew that for all of its fantastic disarray, it was well ordered and controlled. I closed my eyes for but a moment. I let all burdens fall away... for what lay next would require every drop of strength and tenacity my spirit could muster. I stepped back from the edge of the sheer rock face, which held certain death below, to be sure. I called out. I called for the bold and the brave. I called for the strong and the clever. I called for the protectors and warriors and those whose wings could simply not be seen by the eyes of mortal men. I called and without hesitation or purpose of evasion, they all answered the call. They too had seen the mass... They had seen the beast entire and knew that such things do not fall easily and the battle could not be left for the next generation. They covered themselves first with armor. It was not shining nor wrought with elegant design, for these men were not seen by the world as noble, nor lofty in their rank. Most had names that would soon be forgotten with no heir to carry it on. Yet... one and all they answered. Shoulder to shoulder they stood. Their cry was fierce. Their weapons held high in the air... I stepped towards my enemy... our enemy... and the earth shook beneath my feet. You would think such a fool of me. Rank upon rank thundered in charge towards the cliff... but none fell. As the sun rose, the first rays of white light pierced the darkness and the legions of those whose blood was spilled in defense of liberty and life rose to meet our feet. They carried us into battle... Yet we knew no victory in the hours that passed... the darkness pushed us back... back to solid ground and advanced as if we were but a nuisance. A day and a night we fought. No hope in the darkest hour of the night. Strength failing... any mirage of victory had faded with the sunset... the night was cold and unforgiving but we held our ground. Forward... wait for the dawn... It should have seemed as clear to me as a written message... but trepidation kept it from my mind... dawn cracked the horizon... a chorus of trumpets sliced the tumultuous air... and the battle went silent. The air shook with the sound of trumpets. The darkness heaved and writhed as if in agony from the sound... not a word was uttered. The blood soaked and weary fell to their knees... forgetting the nightmare behind them, reinforcements... reinforcements... we all faced the east... the new dawn... I looked and beheld a white horse... and He who sat upon it...
  4. Also... I'm in Coryell County and would very much like to get in contact with my fellow patriots locally. Contact me for more info. The Texas Militia is being resurrected and we are going to be stronger and more united than ever.
  5. Eyyyy...... trying to revive the Texas militia. Wanna help?
  6. Dylan Stamper

    FTX

    I'll have more info as the event gets closer
  7. Dylan Stamper

    FTX

    3UP sponsored national FTX in Gatesville, TX
  8. The Army has Air Assault, Airborne, Ranger, Pathfinder, Sapper and a million other badge and tab qualifications. We know that many people come to the militia because they cant be active military. Some come to the militia because they want a way to serve and want training. Some come because they left the military and want to get back into the physical and tactical side of their old job... No matter the method which brings them to us, they all seek training. The problem is, there's no standardized training . An M1 probie can come into a unit and skip the ever important basics and be plunged straight into some super ninja ranger sniper warrior garbage training that has no real world application. We have a solution. The National Militia Standards is very in depth and lays out the basics and structuring very well. http://www.awrm.net/nms.htm the next step is specialized qualification. many of you may have heard of a unit called III% Elite or ELITE III%, i'll clarify something about that here and now, before i continue. III% Elite is not a unit. The trademark on that name is owned by Captain Mommadoc, the commander of the Bell County chapter of the Texas Militia. It is a registered trademark through the USPTO. That said, the III% Elite is a standard. We will be offering a series of training FTX's starting in early 2019 to teach a higher code of ethics and the very best stealth combat training that we can muster. We will be teaching modern urban threat neutralization and counter intelligence as well as a higher standard of marksmanship and close quarters combat skills. There's a lot more that we are adding to the curriculum but we cant talk about it right now. If and when you make it through the training and the testing, you get the III% Elite tab which comes with access to multiple resources for gear, armaments, ammunition and intel. We exist to lessen the drama and division within the militia. if you carry a III% Elite tab, you're part of the brotherhood that helps the militia become unified and able to work together. This is less about the awesome training and resources and more about making friends and connections outside of your unit. the only time you answer to the III% Elite command staff is when you're at our school. otherwise you belong to your unit. Upon completion of the school you have the option in the future of coming back for more... or coming back as an instructor. Either way its a step towards unification. No drama, no infighting. this should be something everyone can get on board with. Edited for clarity
  9. Semimonthly clasroom training. We will be covering code of conduct, structure, mission statement, bylaws and jurisprudence regarding the militia. Afterwards we will be covering the very beginning of militia function basics followed by face and fire drills. Walk in the park this time.
  10. I'm in Coryell County. If anyone needs help figuring out how to set up militias, please get ahold of me. We have that experience in spades. Anyone in the ft hood area or in Coryell County proper please give me a shout. We're looking to make the Texas Militia Great Again.
  11. I'm looking for like minded weirdos in Coryell county Texas. A number of people across the state have decided to resurrect the Texas militia and reconstruct the counties. What I need is to figure out how to make a page on here for my militia. Also an area for those interested in a higher level of preparedness training than basic infantry tactics... can you show me?

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