My grandfather. Was in the navy, a POW, owned a succesful fruit market by 23, worked for the english. helped moved my family to australia and settle down comfortably. I don't care what you say but that alone is badass.
The Most Badass Person You've Ever Met
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My grandfather. He was an American intelligence officer in WWII, which means he was one of the guys who interrogated prisoners. I have a couple stories about him, like how he convinced General Jodl (a prominent Nazi general in WWII) to stop from committing suicide and then arresting him, or how he was the head of American intelligence in the Battle of the Bulge at only around age 20. Unfortunately those are the only two stories I can remember...
I spend half an hour typing out a post, lose internet, come back to the thread and discover it is dead.
*sigh*
Nevertheless:
Quotes from Wikipedia:
A black operation or black op is a covert operation typically involving activities that are highly clandestine and, often, outside of standard military protocol or even against the law. A key factor in making an operation "black" is that it is carried out with great secrecy; in many cases no records of the operation are kept. Similarly, a secret budget (such as for military or intelligence operations) is called a "Black budget".
Black ops missions often fit into the deniable category, a situation in which there is no claim of responsibility for the action, and/or a false flag operation is used to give the appearance that another actor was responsible, or ? most often ? black operations involve extensive arrangements so as to be able to hide the fact that the black operation ever occurred.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Black_operation
OT: I work at a volunteer organisation. We get a lot of people on the dole, out on good behaviour bonds. And then there are people like B.
B is not the man's name. I cannot name him nor the names of anyone he knows. He is currently living in a undisclosed location in Australia where he is banned from every pub that has a pool table due to his reputation as a pool shark. He knows quite a lot that you may not want to know about Australian crime. He lived in England during the 80's. He can lift 210 pounds and lives off a disability pension for one of the most damaged back's I've ever seen; number of disks in his back that aren't damaged:nine. Due to this he is on 8 prescription only drugs which he needs to be able to move in the morning. Regardless he can still disarm any opponent he's faced. He can kill you with any glass or wooden object. He once got arrested for accentually running a piracy business (no really, he was just doing for his friends like me and then someone told all their friends and suddenly he has a queue of over 100 people at his door). He's been to weekend detention so many times he's on a first name basis with all the guards; and I mean all the guards. Even though he hasn't been to prison for 5 years. He smokes half a pack a day and is massively overweight but able to out-punch and out-lift anyone I've seen him go up against. He's go so many stories about people trying to mug him, shit that happens in nightclubs, like hoseing a guy down some stairs because he was causing trouble for everyone. And he's smart, bloody smart. Knows the legal system like a lawyer and runs his own business as a do-all IT technician.
B once got caught in the middle of a gang fight in Sidney's Chinatown (he swears there wasn't a cop for 15 Kilometres). Told me he stepped out of a bar with his wife and noticed that there was it a soul outside the bar. Or anywhere along the street. Chinatown seemed deserted. Suddenly B hears noises coming from opposite ends of the street he was on. Looks down one end of the street; big mob of Asian guys. Looks down the other end of the street; another big mod of Asian guys. And they're coming towards B. As they're getting closer B starts scanning both the mobs. B sees a face he knows, calls it over. B sees another face he knows in the other mob, calls it over. B talked to these two guys, explaining he'd just stepped out of the bar, didn't know what was going on, him and the missus just wanted to go home. Both the gangs paused their fight until he'd left. B said that afterwards one of the guys he'd talked to had taken him out for a beer and apologised for getting him caught up in the fight.
B's also been through some of the worst shit I've heard about. From physical abuse at the hands of his first wife (B never hit her back, even when she threw a firing pan at his head). To having his pre-pubescent daughter groped by a paedophile. That guy got off going to prison via the legal system. B says the local police actually offered him an untraceable Glock 17 after that incident; he only just managed to turn the offer down. I could go on for ages about this man but I've got to get back to work.
*sigh*
Nevertheless:
Black operations, by their very definition, tend not to neverever be known to the public.M4A1Sopmod said:
Quotes from Wikipedia:
A black operation or black op is a covert operation typically involving activities that are highly clandestine and, often, outside of standard military protocol or even against the law. A key factor in making an operation "black" is that it is carried out with great secrecy; in many cases no records of the operation are kept. Similarly, a secret budget (such as for military or intelligence operations) is called a "Black budget".
Black ops missions often fit into the deniable category, a situation in which there is no claim of responsibility for the action, and/or a false flag operation is used to give the appearance that another actor was responsible, or ? most often ? black operations involve extensive arrangements so as to be able to hide the fact that the black operation ever occurred.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Black_operation
OT: I work at a volunteer organisation. We get a lot of people on the dole, out on good behaviour bonds. And then there are people like B.
B is not the man's name. I cannot name him nor the names of anyone he knows. He is currently living in a undisclosed location in Australia where he is banned from every pub that has a pool table due to his reputation as a pool shark. He knows quite a lot that you may not want to know about Australian crime. He lived in England during the 80's. He can lift 210 pounds and lives off a disability pension for one of the most damaged back's I've ever seen; number of disks in his back that aren't damaged:nine. Due to this he is on 8 prescription only drugs which he needs to be able to move in the morning. Regardless he can still disarm any opponent he's faced. He can kill you with any glass or wooden object. He once got arrested for accentually running a piracy business (no really, he was just doing for his friends like me and then someone told all their friends and suddenly he has a queue of over 100 people at his door). He's been to weekend detention so many times he's on a first name basis with all the guards; and I mean all the guards. Even though he hasn't been to prison for 5 years. He smokes half a pack a day and is massively overweight but able to out-punch and out-lift anyone I've seen him go up against. He's go so many stories about people trying to mug him, shit that happens in nightclubs, like hoseing a guy down some stairs because he was causing trouble for everyone. And he's smart, bloody smart. Knows the legal system like a lawyer and runs his own business as a do-all IT technician.
B once got caught in the middle of a gang fight in Sidney's Chinatown (he swears there wasn't a cop for 15 Kilometres). Told me he stepped out of a bar with his wife and noticed that there was it a soul outside the bar. Or anywhere along the street. Chinatown seemed deserted. Suddenly B hears noises coming from opposite ends of the street he was on. Looks down one end of the street; big mob of Asian guys. Looks down the other end of the street; another big mod of Asian guys. And they're coming towards B. As they're getting closer B starts scanning both the mobs. B sees a face he knows, calls it over. B sees another face he knows in the other mob, calls it over. B talked to these two guys, explaining he'd just stepped out of the bar, didn't know what was going on, him and the missus just wanted to go home. Both the gangs paused their fight until he'd left. B said that afterwards one of the guys he'd talked to had taken him out for a beer and apologised for getting him caught up in the fight.
B's also been through some of the worst shit I've heard about. From physical abuse at the hands of his first wife (B never hit her back, even when she threw a firing pan at his head). To having his pre-pubescent daughter groped by a paedophile. That guy got off going to prison via the legal system. B says the local police actually offered him an untraceable Glock 17 after that incident; he only just managed to turn the offer down. I could go on for ages about this man but I've got to get back to work.
A Northern Italian guy who fought in WWII. I don't remember the exact details of the story (he died several years ago) but, basically, he was forced to fight on the German side in the Eastern Front in Russia even though he didn't want to. Most of his unit got wiped out, so he and a handful of other Italian guys avoided being captured (by either side; they avoided both Russians and Germans, because they were technically deserters) by cross-country skiing basically halfway across Europe to safety.
I can't remember which country they wound up in, but the distance they travelled was ridiculous. With basically no supplies, these guys kept going for something like three weeks, having to avoid Soviet and Nazi regiments in the woods. Eventually, they managed to sneak onto a train back into Italy or something. I don't remember exactly how they got away with it; I think some other Italian soldiers found them and covered for them, allowing them to get home.
He wasn't done, though. He later joined the Italian resistance against Mussolini and fought on the side of the Americans at the end of the war.
I can't remember which country they wound up in, but the distance they travelled was ridiculous. With basically no supplies, these guys kept going for something like three weeks, having to avoid Soviet and Nazi regiments in the woods. Eventually, they managed to sneak onto a train back into Italy or something. I don't remember exactly how they got away with it; I think some other Italian soldiers found them and covered for them, allowing them to get home.
He wasn't done, though. He later joined the Italian resistance against Mussolini and fought on the side of the Americans at the end of the war.
My siblings father comes to mind, 83 years old, he kick throat cancers ass, no voice box, no nothing, he is still in good shape.
Though the last year his one knee have given up after having working as an waiter since here were in his late teens, he drank a bit too much, he smoked a bit too much, to the point where his doctor said " listen you have two choices, ether stop smoking and drinking, or I give you 5 years tops"
He went to his car, opened a pack of smokes, thought about it, rolled down the window and threw out the pack and have never touch a smoke since then and only has an beer or a glass of wine occasionally.
Now age 86 and he still lives on his own, no help at all.
Another were my mother, she worked in a butcher shop in her early teens, one night cleaning the shop, she didn't bother to use the chainmail glove while cleaning the meat hooks, slipped and ran the hook through her hand, got shocked, twisted her hand and ran it through again, got a towel wrapped it around her hand, unhooked the meat hook, and drove on bike in winter time to the nearest emergence room. (admittedly it were stupid that she didn't use the damn chainmail glove)
She though she where just getting old (age 58) because she couldn't carry four grocery bags up to the third floor without a breather midway... not she had had an heart attack, which were unnoticed for about six months the doctors guessed.
2½ years later she were diagnosed with stage 3 abominable cancer. After surgery and the doctors having given up, she went on for six months more. finally ending up in a hospital bed where the doctor said " say your good byes now, as she won't live through the night." a week later she drew her final breath. And through all this she kept her sense of humour and she kept the family moral up.
At age 60 she had finished school having become a reading/writing teacher for dyslexic. She were send to serve in a kitchen at a farm at age 11, and had worked from then on.
Though the last year his one knee have given up after having working as an waiter since here were in his late teens, he drank a bit too much, he smoked a bit too much, to the point where his doctor said " listen you have two choices, ether stop smoking and drinking, or I give you 5 years tops"
He went to his car, opened a pack of smokes, thought about it, rolled down the window and threw out the pack and have never touch a smoke since then and only has an beer or a glass of wine occasionally.
Now age 86 and he still lives on his own, no help at all.
Another were my mother, she worked in a butcher shop in her early teens, one night cleaning the shop, she didn't bother to use the chainmail glove while cleaning the meat hooks, slipped and ran the hook through her hand, got shocked, twisted her hand and ran it through again, got a towel wrapped it around her hand, unhooked the meat hook, and drove on bike in winter time to the nearest emergence room. (admittedly it were stupid that she didn't use the damn chainmail glove)
She though she where just getting old (age 58) because she couldn't carry four grocery bags up to the third floor without a breather midway... not she had had an heart attack, which were unnoticed for about six months the doctors guessed.
2½ years later she were diagnosed with stage 3 abominable cancer. After surgery and the doctors having given up, she went on for six months more. finally ending up in a hospital bed where the doctor said " say your good byes now, as she won't live through the night." a week later she drew her final breath. And through all this she kept her sense of humour and she kept the family moral up.
At age 60 she had finished school having become a reading/writing teacher for dyslexic. She were send to serve in a kitchen at a farm at age 11, and had worked from then on.
Greg Wiley use to teach Tae-Kwondo at my school (he's pretty much the number one tae-kwando guy in Australia now).
My grandfather's from Poland and lived through being split from his family and sent to a labour farm when the Nazis invaded.
There were some pretty awesome rumours that used to float around about an old friend of mine's father, he served in the army and aside from supposedly taking knives to the back and living he also looks and sounds like Bennett from Commando.
Edit: Oh and my cousin in Croatia, not only is he now mayor of a town called Lombarda but he was also part of the Croatia's front-line military during the war of independence, all this and he's only in his thirties or forties I believe.
My grandfather's from Poland and lived through being split from his family and sent to a labour farm when the Nazis invaded.
There were some pretty awesome rumours that used to float around about an old friend of mine's father, he served in the army and aside from supposedly taking knives to the back and living he also looks and sounds like Bennett from Commando.
Edit: Oh and my cousin in Croatia, not only is he now mayor of a town called Lombarda but he was also part of the Croatia's front-line military during the war of independence, all this and he's only in his thirties or forties I believe.
I think my uncle, or my brothers friend. My uncle was a sniper in the service and when he retired he taught cadets. He got bored of that and started teaching survival training, which i was part of, our only outing was in December in a blizzard. (intensly cold unless you know what your doing.) last year he had a stroke and was clinically dead for 9 hours. He is ok now, however, he has to consintrate to turn left.
My brothers friend was mugged a couple of years ago. These 5 guys pulled guns on him and he fought back. he was winning too until one of the guys stabbed him in the back with a knife, then they dumped him in a dumpster, he was in the hospital for weeks. I asked him what they had wanted. He said they wanted his leather jacket. then he smiled and said i loved that jacket.
Or maybe my dad. when i was five my family gave him a weightbench for christmas. He put all the weights on and then got me to put my weight on it too and he still was doing reps.
Badassery just seems to be all around me. Shame it doesnt seem to rub off.
My brothers friend was mugged a couple of years ago. These 5 guys pulled guns on him and he fought back. he was winning too until one of the guys stabbed him in the back with a knife, then they dumped him in a dumpster, he was in the hospital for weeks. I asked him what they had wanted. He said they wanted his leather jacket. then he smiled and said i loved that jacket.
Or maybe my dad. when i was five my family gave him a weightbench for christmas. He put all the weights on and then got me to put my weight on it too and he still was doing reps.
Badassery just seems to be all around me. Shame it doesnt seem to rub off.
Henry F'n Rollins
Also my German teacher Herr Tobias. Speaks English, German and Russian fluently, knows tons of crap about military history, guns and is a black belt in Tae-Kon-Do and Karate (I guess thats correct) and knows everything about comic books and James Bond ever. He alleges that when he was in college the DEA came to him and asked him to go undercover as a Neo-Nazi in post USSR East Germany to help with drug runnings and what not. I don't know if its true but thats a badass story.
Also my German teacher Herr Tobias. Speaks English, German and Russian fluently, knows tons of crap about military history, guns and is a black belt in Tae-Kon-Do and Karate (I guess thats correct) and knows everything about comic books and James Bond ever. He alleges that when he was in college the DEA came to him and asked him to go undercover as a Neo-Nazi in post USSR East Germany to help with drug runnings and what not. I don't know if its true but thats a badass story.
One of the people at my school is rumored to have drowned a moose. I am still not sure how he was able to perform such a feat.
there's this guy i used to know in the games workshop i used to frequent, he was an ex-marine's recon sniper, said that when he went out it was usually for at least 2 weeks at a time to spot and learn the schedule of the place he was casing. did most of his work in Somalia where he said he had 50 confirmed kills! after that he said that he mostly worked in junction with air force search and rescue guys covering their extracts from a separate helicopter and was apparently know to be one of the best shots from a heli. he was shot in the leg on one of his last missions by a patrol and had to retire early and now... he sells small plastic soldiers to weirdos on the mall(40k anyone). when he talks about it he seems so calm but you can tell in his eyes that he has a certain emptiness about him, like all that stuff he did just took the life right out of him. but hes still a cool cat and hes great for some good war stories now and then. still as skinny as he was when he was snipping and it seems odd that he would need that job to pay for anything, you'd thing they would pay guys like him out the nose for the stuff he did. but thats life i guess.
He's really the only badass guy I know, everyone else is pretty average on the badassometer around here.SirBryghtside said:
I idolize the man---my firstborn son will have Roger as his middle name (and David as his first---my stepfather, who has been with my mom for 20 years and treats her the way every man should treat a woman---he has been my greatest role model since he came into my mom's life.)The Afrodactyl said:
My brother had the same idea with the middle name thing, incidentally---his son's middle name is named after our father. We never talked about it. Came up with it independently.
Not many badass folks in my family.
But this is the most badass person ever
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aron_Ralston
But this is the most badass person ever
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aron_Ralston
