Mike Force - Safety Officer Notice -

Hello everyone,

Read the Eye Protection Safety Brief. This is important, do not show up to the event only to be turned away because you did not read this.

The club has designated a permanent SO to reinforce our clubs rules regarding proper safety wear and any questions you may have on the field if you are un-certain or just need clarification. Do not feel embarrassed or uncomfortable asking questions during the day, regarding rules and such to our SO or other Sr. club members.

Remember, there are no stupid questions...just stupid answers. So keep you eyes posted on the blog for a few safety tips and "reminders"

Mike 3

NAM Magazine :: Codename Solitaire II ::

Get all the detail for the 100% benefit game run by the NAM magazine here!

Situation:
Congratulations on the rescue of Mike Force One! Intelligence has discovered that Red Star has given the New Viet men more shoulder launched surface to air missiles like the one that shot down the 3 Blackhawks and 2 Cobra gunnships yesterday.

Mission:
Operation Flaming Arrow - Find and recover the shoulder launched surface to air missiles along the Vietnam/Laos boarder and capture for interrogation any Red Star and/or New Viet men personnel. Insert via Blackhawk with the Mike Force, Marine Task Force 8 - 8 and Vietnamese Army personnel.

The game will be at the Mike Force home field
504 Trail Dr
Moss Landing, Ca 95039
www.mapquest.com

We will have 2 Two hour games with a 30 minute in field lunch break.

Important!!!!!!
1. Bring your lunch for your 30 minute lunch break
2. Read and know the rules!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Prior to coming to the game.
(Note: most violations of the rules are by guests not knowing or understanding the rules!)

Play with Honor, Honesty and Respect!

Recondo Training: August 3rd 2008 8am-4pm

Operation: - Thor's Hammer IV - Gallery

Operation: - Thors Hammer IV - AAR

- SFOD1 Mike Force One AAR -

After a successful extraction from our LZ in the waning hours of day light, the eye of Kali was secure and in the MF1 detachments possession. The bulk of the American soldiers returned to base MSLND to rest and refit. Mike force One detachment with the Eye in-tow were escorted by two Longbow gunships to ensure safe passage to the drop zone and the safe return of the “Eye”. That’s when it all came unglued…we were talking about how thankful we were we actually made it out of the D+17 mission when from what I remember a red streak hit the Longbow next to us. It exploded and our pilot pulled his stick Lima to avoid the debris. Unfortunately he struck the second Longbow’s rotor tearing our Back Hawk nearly in half, our tail rotor was severed and the co pilot pulled the FTLs to compinsate the spin of our rapid decent…

All was black. The acrid stench of fuel and burning materials filled the area. We had crashed. And there were many casualties. I looked at my leg “holy S*** my knee cap was missing. I could feel the color flee from my face as I felt the pangs of shock set in. I looked around the area and was surprised that 3 members were uninjured. Our door gunner busted both femurs, Iceman’s knee was blown and his ACLs torn.
Mike 2 had hit his head so hard, he lost vision in his left eye. Two members lost use of an arm apiece and to top it off, most of our ammunition was cooking off in the flames of the UH60.

We managed to pull away from the wreckage leaving 12 dead and our motley crew of 9 survivors pushed down a creek bed and set up a defensive circle. It was only a matter of time before we encountered 1 or 2 scouts from the Red Star faction searching for the crash site. I dispatched of one enemy flanking our position, but missed my second tango due to a jam. It was another 30 minutes before the Radio crackled to life with promies of a rescue squad consisting of 20 men. They couldn’t see the wreckage due to the over growth of the forest. All I could do is tell them the only markers I saw on the way down was “A lake near a clearing...we are down what appears to be an obscure road near a dry creek”

Mike 1 stood out near the bend to the 12 of my position to look for the CSAR and the American rescue squad, when he got muzzle punched from behind knocking him into a daze. He was quickly taken prisoner by RS troopers. We could not catch up the RS troopers with all of our injuries. He was lost.

It was nearly noon, when we decided to try and move out of the shallow valley and into a better position. As we inched our way through the creek and up a slight grade to the access road we were ambushed by accurate fire. They killed our medic and a few other CSAR soldiers were killed as well. I was stuck behind a tree stump taking fire from a position at my 12 o’clock. "How did I manage to get here?" I thought to myself.

For some reason there was an immediate halt in all action. It looked like a good chance to grab some grubs and insects to fill our stomachs until we could get a proper meal. I will never eat another caterpillar again…they wiggle to much.



The lull ended almost as quickly as it began, a thunderous explosion of mortars and automatic gunfire tore the quiet and created massive clouds of dust. We were able to move farther down the creek un-detected as RS forces concentrated on our older positions. We emerged, amazingly right next to the RS prisoner dump. I saw a RS commander beating Mike 1 with a dead skunk of all things. What kind of sick-o does that? We sat there stunned at the abuse of both man and skunk, this enraged one of the CSAR soldiers who let out a rebel yell “ I’ll save you Pepe-Le-pew!” A 40 minute battle ensued leaving mass casualties on both sides. We eventually saved Mike One but the skunk was another casualty of the day.



We then pushed through an opening to a cross-roads where we linked up with another American Unit. From there we had a running battle to LZ for extraction. “Get to the Choppa” Mike 2 said in his best Arnold voice. We finally could breath and let our wounds could be treated properly by the combat medics. Red Star pressed us to the end, and they came within feet of recapturing the “Eye” but luckily the Helo’s arrived and we were able to escape…for now.






Mike 3
Mike Force One


RED STAR AAR

Crouching Scared


1427hrs (2:27 pm) I could only hear sniper fire and mortar round above me, making my whole company too afraid to peek they’re heads up. We had about four Americans with us being held hostage. This ultimately granted our demise for the Americans would never leave their men behind. As my fellow comrades began taking wounds I would crawl as fast as I can to save them with out taking a bullet with my name on it. We endured this hell for hours without an end in sight. We gave them a fight, but their tactics were too overwhelming for own new raw recruits and they were slaughter like pigs when the Americans drew closer. I knelt down to save one of my comrades, I heard a crack and I felt hot lead ripping through me as I fall face down onto the dirt, my heart beat slowing to a crawl, I began thinking about my family and what would Super Nova do to them. I failed Super Nova for the last time…



Private Jeff Tuttle- Red Star Medic

Mike Force Club Survey:

Hello Everyone,

I sent out a Survey this week to gauge the overall satisfaction of guests and members. If you have not filled yours out, check your email and take the 1 minute survey so when we have the club meeting we can adjust things accordingly. Mike Force is the only club that actually does this, so do not let your survey laps.

So far most of the responses have been favorable, and we have some adjusting to do in certain areas as we will always try and improve the club.

Matt Smith
Mike 3
Mike Force One

Recondo School - July 6th - 2008

Operation: -Thors Hammer IV - July 13th 2008

New email system

Hello Everyone,

I have sent out emails to my list of subscribed addresses. if you did not receive any of the three emails, you need to send me your address so I can add it. Send your request to mikeforceone@yahoo.com DO NOT post it here in the comments section. The code is a bit crowded, but when I get some more time I will fix that. For now, at least its a start. Please update your profiles for your email. All the links are at the bottom of the emails.

thanks,

M Smith
Mike 3
Mike Force One

Operation: - Veterans Run D+17 - Gallery

OPERATION - Veterans Run D+17 - AAR

June 8th will be Operation Veterans Run D+17hours AAR

Veteran’s Run D+17 hours - Red Star Team 1 – AAR

FAILURE IS NOT AN OPTION

French Congo – Red Star Southern Hemisphere Strategic Jungle Base - Africa
June 11, 2008
20:00 Zulu
Veteran’s Run D+36 hours

6 women and 13 children, ages ranging from 5 – 15, are tied to trees in the rain forest outside the walls of the base compound. They have been out there for 1 day and 1 night now. Their battered bodies slump against the ropes tying them to the tree trunks. They are too dehydrated and too exhausted to beg us to end their misery with a bullet to the back of the head. They are the unlucky family members of the Red Start commando commissioned and non-commissioned officers who failed to accomplish the missions. Super Nova was true to his word: if the commandos succeed in carrying out their mission, the rewards will be beyond their wildest dreams; but if they fail, not only will the team leaders and overall mission commander be executed, but their family will share the same fate. Looking at the women and children, it seems that their men got the better deal by decapitation… Soon enough though, the women and children will be joining their men in the hereafter, the hyenas will make sure of that…

Initially, I question the reason why Super Nova would waste time with this display. Super Nova could have sold off the women and children to make up for the loss suffered when our “precious cargo” of cocaine, cash, food supplies, fission material for the dirty bomb, and worst of all, the Lost Eye of Kali fell into American hands.

But our illustrious leader always has reasons for doing the things he does. Besides making clear that failure is NOT an option, I think this was Super Nova’s way of warning the arrogant Red Star commando cadre that they are NOT above the law; Super Nova’s law and absolute dominance of Red Star.

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Neo-VietMinh guerilla base camp – map grid C5 - South Mountain.
June 08, 2008
18:00 Zulu
Veteran’s Run D+17

Something is wrong! The Neo-VietMinh guerilla commander never got what was promised him when Super Nova agreed to sponsor their effort to overturn the current Vietnamese “Communist” government. The promised re-enforcement of fresh guerilla trainees shipped in from the US; the cocaine, food, cash, supplies, and the fission material for the dirty bomb, and its arming code have been overdue for 17 hours.

On top of that, the guerilla commander had another major problem on his hands: his guerilla training camp on the South Mountain is in danger of being discovered by the American scum and their Communist Vietnamese bottom feeders.

Patrols were sent out to the surrounding areas, and a few survivors from the overdue first wave of re-reinforcement were recovered and brought back to the South Mountain base camp. Among these survivors was a grizzled Red Star Spetsnaz sergeant. He suffered multiple through-and-through shot wounds across the chest, but miraculously survived. We found him unconscious from blood loss in the undergrowth, barely breathing. He was one tough old bastard; he just refused to die.
When he came to, he gave us his account of the American ambushes, and the fate of the fresh guerilla trainees and their “cargo”. Only one “package” and one team of guerilla trainees and their Red Star chaperones made it to the base camp; 17 hours behind schedule. But that was hardly enough to organize the defense of the base camp.

If the Neo-VietMinh commander was to have any hope of getting his guerilla effort off the ground, he had better do something, and do it fast. He risked being discovered and contacted Super Nova for urgent assistance via Satcom. In a 10 second burst, the commander sent an encrypted message to one of the 6 Red Star satellites in geo-synch orbit overhead.

Super Nova responded that another wave of Red Star commandos and guerilla trainees with more “precious cargo” were en-route to the base camp. The commander was to sit tight and secure the South Mountain base camp at all costs.

The grizzled Red Star sergeant was indeed tough. Despite his hideous wounds, he was up on his feet and coordinated the defense of the South Mountain base camp. As we were sitting tight waiting for re-enforcements, the sergeant figured that a good defense is to be on the offensive. He sent out 3 man team patrols around the perimeter of the base camp. These patrols will act as early warning on enemy approaches.

Sure enough, one of the patrols spotted one of the American teams on approach to the base camp from the east, and reported back. The sergeant redeployed his limited resources to concentrate firepower on the enemy threat axis to the east of the compound. The Americans used the dense vegetation to mask their advance, but the Red Star recruits and the guerilla trainees were waiting in ambush and decimated the enemy. The sergeant seemed to be everywhere at once, and coordinated flanking moves to hit the American dogs from all sides, forcing them to either retreat or die.

During the fight, another Red Star hunter team, led by Spetsnaz staff sergeant Stryker, also made contact with the enemy. They fought and retrograded to the base camp and boosted the defense with 8 more guns. We held off the Americans and their Communist Vietnamese allies for a good 2 hours… But they never let up on the pressure.

More good news for the defenders came when another Red Star team, commanded by Spetsnaz Captain Seth Prosterman, got to the base camp with the Lost Eye of Kali. The wide-eyed Neo-VietMinh guerilla trainees were scared, but did not have much time to give into their terror. They were quickly deployed in the various ambushes and concerted assaults on the Americans on the east side of the base camp.

Just when it looked like the Americans had lost the taste for battle; a team of highly trained American commandos (rumored to be Mike Force 1) flanked the compound to the west.
Captain Prosterman gave the code word “broken arrow” to get all Red Star forces to retreat into the base camp to fight off MF1. At this time, the American on the east side of the compound got the pressure taken off them; they reorganized themselves, coordinated with MF1, and closed in on the base camp.
The Red Star soldiers and the Neo-VietMinh guerilla trainees fought for their lives, but the American assault was simply too overwhelming. Eventually, the base camp was overrun and again, the precious cargo fell into the hands of the American bandits. The Americans quickly but thoroughly checked the compound for intelligence, set demolition charges to destroy the compound, and then retrograded to their exfiltration point.

Other Red Star teams from the 2nd re-enforcement and re-supply effort got to the base camp too late to make a difference. Seeing the destruction of the base camp, the Red Star commanders knew that they had better catch the Americans, or they and their family will be facing Super Nova’s wrath. They quickly got the teams organized and chased after the fleeing Americans in hot pursuit.
It appeared that the American’s exfil point was at map grid A1. The Americans were in the tree line defensive perimeter waiting for their transport choppers. They unleashed an incredible amount of fire down range at the on-coming Red Star, scoring lucky hits here and there. The Neo-VietMinh, many of whom never before fired a gun, were scared stiff and hunkered down. They simply did not understand that the only way to overpower the Americans is to lay massive amounts of fire on them while aggressively closing in on their position. Again, the grizzled sergeant was there, and bleeding from his chest wounds, he desperately screamed at the Neo-VietMinh. He did everything he could, short of shooting them, to get them out of their holes and spur them on. Sadly, the sergeant’s efforts were in vain. The Neo-VietMinh had lost the will to fight.

The thunderous sounds of the UH-60 Black Hawk heralded the American’s anxiously awaited salvation. 8 Black Hawks escorted by 4 AH-1Z Super Cobra attack helicopters, moved in and sanitized the area to the south of the American LZ with withering 20 mm chain gun fire and 5-inch Zuni air launched rockets. Satisfied that the Red Star forces had been decimated, the Black Hawks touched down and the Americans piled into it cargo holds. The American contingent left the South mountain territory with immunity.

Failure is never an option when you are in the service of Super Nova. But it looked like we failed terribly in this campaign. There will be hell to pay for those in command.



>>> Long Live Super Nova, and glory to the order of the Red Star <<<



Red Star AAR -

Endless Army
1000 hours (10am) My Squad, after given orders from SuperNova to carry the Lost Eye of Kali to way point 6, arrived at way point one. I led my squad deep into the field trying to avoid the Americans. After two harsh hours of fighting with Americans, we decided to take a short rest in hole in the forest. Little did we know that the Americans were within spitting distance from our current position. We held our ground and my comrades began talking wounds. I tried my best to save them all while still fighting back the American advance. When all seemed lost for us, squad five and four came around the corner just in time to push back the Americans. However when they followed them several Mike Force Ones were laying in wait. Only my squad and I survived. We than got separated from our squad leader so I took command for the time being. I led my group out of the forest were we met back up with our Squad leaders. Slowly we moved on toward the southern mountain. Bullets whizzed by nearly hitting my men in the head, but we didn’t stop. We kept pushing until we reached way point 6.

We stashed our item in a near by bush hoping that the American scum wouldn’t find it. We held our own for several hours, but the Americans were like cockroaches. Once you killed one another would take its place! We kept fighting till we ran out of bullets. I barely escaped with my life. We failed our mission. Our heads would roll.
-Private Jeff Tuttle, Red Star 3 Point man

Mail list problems

Keep checking the Blog for updates. I am sorting out issues with my internet provider to get the outgoing mail to function. Things should be back to normal in a week

thanks,

M Smith
Mike 3
Mike Force One

For Sale: TM PSG1

Tokyo Marui PSG1 - This was given to me by Danny McKnight at Operation Lion Claw IV. This has never left the box. Never used. $350

Contact Matt Smith @ mikeforceone@yahoo.com

OPERATION - Veterans Run D+17 Hours - June 8th 2008

June 8th will be Operation Veterans Run D+17hours

Situation: The New Vietmen and Red Star are still running the trail. Intel just informed us that an elite Red Star team is carring the "Lost Eye of Kali." The diamond was stolen from India last month and it's value would pay for much of the terrorism planned for Vietnam.
Orders: Hold the captured items at grid R4 and search out more items being smuggled into Vietnam. Returning "The Eye of Kali" (if found) will encourage India in assisting us in this war against terror. Take the captured items to grid F4 one hour before extraction by PTF's.

Remember to bring everything you need into the field for a 30 minute in field lunch break. Ammo, battery, food and water, This means: 2 hours of play then a 30 minute in field break followed by another 2 hours of play.

Regestration: 0900 hours (9am) at the Mike Force home field

504 Trail Drive Moss Landing, Ca 95039

OPERATION: -Veterans Run- Gallery

OPERATION: -Vetrans Run- May 25 AAR

Sunday May 25th 3:00pm Sharp OPERATION: Veterans Run


American AAR:


Red Star Team 5 - Sergeant - AAR

“HOW THE HELL DID I END UP HERE?” I could not help but chew on this question over and over in my head, as I lay in ambush on the damp ground in the total darkness. The infernal bugs are having a good time feeding on my blood, and I dare not move to slap them away; mainly because it is futile, and because any sound, except for the bugs’ incessant buzzing, can give my position away to the Imperialistic American dogs prowling the tree line.

“Oh yeah, I know how I got here,” I muse: I am a Red Star Spetsnaz sergeant, leading fire team 5, or whatever was left of it. As I lay there in the dark, being wet, cold, exhausted, hungry, and eaten alive, I finally understand what my grandfather had experienced during the time he was running with the Viet Minh fighting against the French occupiers some 80 years ago.

And now it is my turn. Here I am in the bushes in some unnamed stretch of the tropical jungle of Vietnam, my country of origin. But this time, instead of fighting an occupying force, like my grandpa had done against the French, I am actually fighting my own countrymen. YES, my own countrymen! That thought originally gives me some pause and causes me to do some soul searching. But in the end, I know in my heart that when I joined the order of the Red Star, my allegiance is only to Super Nova, and my only brothers are my fellow Red Star soldiers from all over the world. Besides, the Vietnam that I know now, supposedly peace loving and a Republic, is just another puppet of the American imperialists and their mighty Dollar.

“Snap!” What was that? I jerk out of my musing, and become alert and pumped with waves of adrenaline. My ears are tuned to the slightest of sounds coming from the bushes around me. It’s amazing how acute your hearing is in the pitch black darkness of the tropical jungle night. I close my eyes and open my mouth slightly to improve my hearing, straining to pick up any man-made sound. I point my Colt 1911 and my Surefire flashlight in the direction of the noise, ready to flick on the light and unload a few .45 cal elephant stopper rounds and take out an American or a Communist Vietnamese that is about to discover my position.

Nothing… there is nothing following the snap. I am beginning to think that I am hearing things. Perhaps the knowledge that I am the only one left from my squad that is still moving, and that I am being hunted, is playing tricks on my mind.

When the adrenaline wears off, I feel incredibly exhausted, and lapse back into musing over the question of how the hell I got here!

Super Nova has been approached by a “Vietnamese-in-exile” guerillas/rebel group, who called themselves the Neo-VietMinh. The group is comprised mostly of born-in-the-West idealists and romantics. Most are misguided college educated kids who think this is their chance for adventure, and to “make a difference” by liberating Vietnam from the Communists. The Neo-VietMinh leaders are asking Super Nova for help with their campaign to overthrow the current Vietnamese government. Naturally, there is much to be gained by Super Nova in supporting this endeavor in the form of prestige, power, and money. Super Nova commits Red Star seasoned non-commissioned officer corps and Red Star recruits to the guerilla’s cause.

And naturally, the God-cursed Americans are involved. The Communist government of the Republic of Vietnam enlists the American’s help to fight off the growing Neo-VietMinh threat. And as meddlesome as they are, the Americans can’t pass up the opportunity to turn this country into another of their lapdogs.

Red Star personnel act as the advisors to the guerillas on weapons and tactics. And we are to accompany them on their missions deep in the jungle of Vietnam. This time we are to ferry supplies of drugs and rice, money, fission material for a dirty 1 kiloton yield tactical nuke, and the arming codes for the war head. In addition to supplies and materiel, we are also responsible for delivery of fresh guerilla trainees to the guerilla base of operation deep inside the jungle of Vietnam. We are to traverse the famous, or infamous depending on your point of reference, Ho Chi Minh Trail. For security reasons, each cargo package is entrusted to a team of Red Star advisors and their guerilla trainees. And also for security reasons, each team is to move from waypoint to waypoint in the jungle. At each waypoint, a member of the Red Star Pathfinders force will be waiting with instruction and coordinates for the next waypoint. This way, if a team is captured, the location of the guerilla base camp will not be compromised. My team is responsible for 50 K’s of commercial rate cocaine.

We set out from the night amphibious landing on Vung Tau beach where the Red Star amphibious assault landing crafts deposit us, the cargo, and a batch of Neo-VietMinh guerilla trainees. We immediately clear the beach and start our trek inlands; each team heading in its respective compass bearing to the next designated waypoint.

I take team 5 through very difficult terrain with almost impassable growth of vines and tall grass and fallen trees. My philosophy is: if you take the easy route, then you are not doing your job! At times, we have to double-back because there is no way we can make a hole in the dense jungle vegetation. But all in all, we progress steadily to our next waypoint. The young Red Star recruits, to their credit, copy their grizzled sergeant and do not complain about traversing the treacherous terrain. But the Neo-VietMinh guerilla trainees are lagging behind because they are not accustomed to the harsh demands of jungle warfare.

We avoid all contacts until we get close to our next waypoint, a clearing in the jungle vegetation. All is quiet! This looks too suspicious, so I sent out a scouting party of 3 Red Star recruits. The Neo-VietMinh guerilla trainees stay behind in the tree line guarding the “cargo”. As soon as the scouting party emerges from the tree line, M-16 and M249 SAW gun fire erupts from the other side of the clearing and cut down the recruits at the waist. I signal for the rest of the squad to spread out and blend back into the vegetation. I don’t want the cargo to fall in American hands. The squad scatters into the underbrush and we lose contact with each other.

The Americans advance on our position and soon I hear a brief firefight followed by their reports that they have of the cocaine case. At this report, I know that a good portion of my team has been neutralized. The Americans make off with our cargo and move to exit the area.
When all is clear, and the jungle ambient noise returns to its normal intensity, I venture out of my hole in the bush and rally the remainder of the team. A few RS recruits and Neo-VietMinh guerilla trainees come out of their hiding places, but most are dead on the jungle floor.

Our objective now is to chase after the Americans and recover the cocaine. The radio crackled as the other teams break radio silence and report that they similarly are ambushed and lost their cargo to the Americans. We decide to rendezvous at grid coordinate C4, the base of the South Mountain, where we join resources and go hunting for the Americans.

We are very close on the American’s tail, and we are ready to wreak vengeance as we close in on their rear security element. A protracted firefight breaks out, with both sides taking heavy casualties. And my team just gets smaller and smaller until there are none left standing but me.

Daylight is practically gone. But it looks like the hunt will continue into the night…

And this is how I got where I am now. For the last few hours, I have been playing mind games with the American dogs: in the dark, in the middle of nowhere; ambushing and counter-ambushing.

Every now and then, the stillness of the jungle night is shattered as vicious firefights erupts and the combatants engage each other in the dark, with no quarters asked or given. And that is exactly my mindset as well. If I am to die in this wretched ass-end of the world, then my last act of defiance is to take a few of the Imperialist dogs with me.

“There is still one in there… In the bush, I mean. I just can’t get a good fix on where he is… Can’t triangulate…” I hear the Americans whispering to each other as they advance and flank my position.
Suddenly, something moves in front of my field of view from right to left. It is of distinctive human shape and it runs. I turn, flick on the surefire, lead the target and unload three .45 rounds. Then automatic M4 fire erupts; I remember hearing the distinctive cyclic sound of the American standard-issued M4-A1 assault rifle, as the bullets stitch across my chest and knock me back to the jungle floor…

For no particular reason, I remember thinking to myself that dawn is breaking in a few hours, and if this is what dying is like, it is not so bad...


RED STAR AAR: Unyielding Darkness

2100 Hours (9 o’clock pm)
The sky blackened as we huddle around a small camp fire to stay warm. We could hear the screams of our comrades as the Americans slowly murdered them. Only the seer fear of SuperNova’s punishment for failure kept us awake. One of our squad leaders decided that we should go on the offensive, and out into the blackness we walked with comrades to our left and right. I felt almost untouchable, at least for a moment. Shots rang out in the darkness as my fellow Red Star fell to the ground wounded. I did my best to heal them while trying to not get hit with American tracer rounds. Comrades screaming for me to save them came to a choking halt as Americans dug knifes deep into the throats of my allies. The Day was lost.
-Private Tuttle, Squad Two Medic Red Star

Recondo Training Phase#3 June 1st 8:00am

MIKE FORCE TACTICAL AIRSOFT CLUB PRESENTS:
- Recondo School Sunday June 1st -
Briefing at 8:00am sharp at location:
504 Trail Drive, Moss Landing, CA. 95039

Each phase $40. ACU uniforms required.
Please bring plenty of food and water.all gear not necessary to start Recondo School.
You will need all required gear to graduate.

Hotmail Accounts for Email list have been blocked

Unfortunately someone on our mailing list has reported the Mike Force Emails as spam, so everyone with a hotmail account has been blocked. If you can send me an alternate address or contact hotmail to get you back on that would be the only alternatives. There are at least 20 players on this list, so any help convincing them to let my mails through would be helpful.

Thanks,

M Smith
Mike 3 Mike Force One

Remember: No Game this Sunday - Mothersday

Just a reminder that the OP this month is on the 25th, not this weekend, so make sure your prepared for the night OP on the 25th and enjoy your mothers day weekend with your mother or your loved ones.