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Assist Support / Re: waiting on account activation
« on: Tuesday, May 07, 2019, 14:34:31 PM »
Teddy,

Sure I speak for those that will read this.

thank you.


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General Chat / Re: Official AA Song
« on: Monday, April 15, 2019, 16:24:40 PM »
Ummmm? Ummm? Ok, I give up. I way too old! Nice try love the idea but not for me haha!

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The Lounge / From a friend, a comrade and fellow soldier.
« on: Monday, June 04, 2018, 15:15:48 PM »
John Dovey posted this from the SA Legion. An amazing piece telling it like it is. For those who served they will relate. For those who haven't and those who were anti if you don't judge if you keep an open mind maybe a window of incite and understanding may open

South African Legion - 30 April 2016 ·
"If you were in the SAI, this was you.
We were Infantrymen, but what were we really?
For decades I’ve considered the impact the platoon had on us. Just when I think I’ve found some answers, another year goes by, and I change my thoughts again.

One thing I know for certain. That our dispersion at war's end disabled us given our severance from something far greater to which we belonged.
We were much more than just a platoon of 18 year olds bonded in the adversity of war.

We carried more power than the twenty-five R4 rifles with their six magazines tucked into our webbing.

We were more potent than our platoon stock of 4000 rounds, and more deadly than the 2000 rounds carried in belts for our three MAG machine guns.

We were more threatening than our assorted personal weapons, our rifles or 9mm Star pistols or shotguns or pangas or sheathed jack-knives.
We instilled more fear than the bombs lugged in rucksacks for launch by the 60mm mortar pipe during times of defence or attack.

We were more fearsome than the captured RPG-7 rocket launcher we shouldered, more ominous than the HE rockets protruding above soldiers' heads from the overloaded backpacks they hauled.
We were more forbidding than the Snotneusie, the M25 Grenade launcher, which most of us had a turn at carrying sooner or later.

More severe than the rifle grenades and mortar bombs and illumination mortars and coloured smoke grenades and ammunition belts and rocket flares and ballistic rounds spread out for transport amongst us.

Greater than the signalling power of the heavy B25 radio carried by our overburdened signaller, greater than the four B52 radios carried by our internal commanders.

Heavier than all this kit and the numerous sleeping-bags, bivvies, groundsheets, water-bottles, tins, ration packs, rifle-cleaning kits, empty sand-bags, fire-buckets and spades which counterinsurgency dictated we should carry.

We slogged through the bush with much more than all this and other necessities - old magazines, dog-eared novels, Sony Walkmans and tapes, bottles of suntan-lotion, toothbrushes and toothpaste, razors and shaving foam, toilet paper, slip-slops, packets of cigarettes, boxes of matches, dog-eared letters, Southern Cross writing materials, secret diaries, hidden cameras, treasured photographs, personal trinkets and good-luck charms.

We were more than the 40 kilogram haversacks to which we melded ourselves, and struggled with through thick sand and rough bush in heat that was frequently around 40 degrees Celsius.

We were more than the twenty-five weary figures laden with packs and webbing and weaponry staggering in leaden boots up to a muddy waterhole in the midday heat.

More than the crashing figures struck with adrenalin ploughing into the sand for cover when walking into contact with the enemy.

More than the sections taking directions by radio from a frantic young lieutenant as chaotic battle plans unfolded in yet another fleeting engagement under the relentless Owamboland sun.

The platoon was more about boys, decent boys mostly, reared in average, middle-class families across South Africa.

It was about boys from backgrounds of strong morality; church-goers many, boys who came together as national servicemen as a matter of course because politicians said they must.
It was about boys who did so because their older brothers and friends did so, and their cousins and uncles before them.

It was about boys who went off to the war more for adventure than idealism, more for a rite of passage than a war against Communism.

It was about a group of Afrikaans and English boys cast together into a warring tribe - the platoon - who developed a shared mind in one of Africa's less remembered wars.

A mind that evolved its own mutations - not all of them good, because war is a dark business - a shared mind that forged its own secrets in the bush.
Mutations and secrets we created then left behind us in the scorching sands of Owamboland and Angola.

Secrets that remain in the wrinkles of our comrades, and in our eyes when we look in the mirror.

Look into the mirror, brother - what do you see? You see your eyes softened by the passing of time and the playfulness of your children. You also see the eyes of a killer.

Yours were the eyes of our shared mind that fleshed into action the deeds we don't talk about.
That’s why we can’t speak about the war to outsiders.

Only our comrades understand - those greying men who were once part of our common mind. They know what we did and why we did it and they don’t judge. They remain loyal to the grave where they take our secrets.

When we left the war, our severance from the shared mind disabled us - but also released us. We become individuals again and built our lives alone and moved on.

Before that we were not our selves, yet were ourselves collectively.

Yes we were Infantrymen, but what were we really?
We were a tribe, a shared mind of boys whose job was to kill. That was the world to which we belonged.

A part of me has never been comfortable with that - and a bigger part misses it more".

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General Chat / Re: Merry Christmas
« on: Tuesday, December 20, 2016, 04:07:19 AM »
Merry Xmas all.

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General Chat / Who is who in the zoo?
« on: Thursday, November 24, 2016, 18:15:45 PM »
Hi,

My name is Gus. Gus just Gus.
I have a AAO problem.

Many of you know me well, as , I have done the 12 step AAO rehab program many times.
 :style:  :censored:Daily ( you have probably realised among others, that, I enjoy the game ).

I am truly interested to know,and honestly only want an answer from those men and or woman who offer me this game, to answer the question as in subject.

don't believe Big Sergio died and gone to Heaven as yet :D ( just being nice on heaven part old man haha ).

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Server Support / Re: Music to server
« on: Thursday, October 27, 2016, 03:53:50 AM »
 :up:ok thats a start I know where to look and basically what to do.

Thanks gents

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Server Support / Music to server
« on: Wednesday, October 26, 2016, 03:35:58 AM »
Anyone know how I am able to insert music into the game?
I would like to have music of my choice in the rooms under towers in bridge but do not know how.
I know it is possible as I have played in a server that had it.
Scrap

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The Lounge / Re: Anyone else miss the way things used to be?
« on: Tuesday, October 04, 2016, 20:57:54 PM »
Nice topic Spanky.

What I do remember is that I was a Paramedic and Firefighter working shifts
I had slept myself into a corner on my days off and could not sleep anymore.  Finally, I got myself a desktop and adsl. Logging on to the internet via landline had all the weird and fancy sounds that made you feel you had joined the space age. One day, logging on via Yahoo, I found a free game advertised called America's Army.

I breezed through the training ( to this day I recommend the medical training for wannabee's) until I got to the parachute jump and SF training. Nearly walked away  :P I believe the first map I joined was Bridge Crossing and as either my pc was so poor or the graphics were different, I could see the enemies black beanie sticking out above the pillars like a sore thumb. I started chatting via the keyboard and was amazed to find another South African playing.  John  and I made friends across the globe and the clan SASF was born. (all the kudos to John) then Jan who knew software and Sagi who was at another level.

I have made and still have friends that if I ever was to meet we would have a good couple of pints and a good laugh together due to this amazing game.

Life is short and has it's seasons.

There were always shits in this game who knew every spam in the book and as in the days where on Bridge at spawn if you did not hit the ground running the rpg's would nail you silly.

Has this game had it's season? Probably
It seems to be way to tough for the many I have introduced but yet it has everything to survive for many years to come. Apart from the recent Ddos attacks which I believe will pass, the current piss and vinegar ingame  as well as the sheer disrespect towards players by few will always chase away those trying to get from 10 honour to 20. Having said that I have crossed the subject with those that I have introduced as to why they left and the answer has always been the same .... it's just too hard lol.

To the AA Team a big thank you for the trip albeit nowhere over for me yet!
To all the friends I have made thank you for being part of this journey I make through this life
To people like Merlin who have assisted me in getting my server up and running a big  :up:

If, I should die before this game, put a gravestone on the map I loved next to my friend and old clan mate Koen   :cool:

Scrap  :style:

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Hardware/Software / Re: Post your Internet Connection speed !
« on: Thursday, September 22, 2016, 13:58:55 PM »
so slow that it looks like this .... :matrix:
I go like this coming around a corner in Hosp .....  :yikes: because this happens .... :headshot:
Most admins tell me to fix my ping and then this happens ..... :sign_ban:  and I do this  :fool: :duh: :finger:

My ping so bad let it remain  :censored:

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Feedback & Suggestions / Re: RPG is not fun in Hospital take it out Wake up Assist
« on: Sunday, September 18, 2016, 19:12:08 PM »
We have been down this road and RPG is still here. Have voted once upon a time so not going to vote again.
I learnt to take my pain, so if,  RPG splats me against four walls ..... ouch!!!
This game was all about getting soldiers ready for the real thing. Do any of you think ISIS or whatever they called now days gives two sh..s about using it in a Hospital???
Learn and learn now ... yes it's a game but the game is for training.
If you want easy games where you can earn daggers and fancy furniture for you rifle? It is not AA move on.
Will AA die? Sure. Why? Cause it is way too hard for many.
I have been here years and even if I had a good ping, I would still look like the in game noob I am.
We all know where RPG is going to spam, so, you are either faster than it or you set yourself up for a fall/bodybag.
My diatribe is my vote

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The Lounge / Re: Happy Birthday Teddy
« on: Tuesday, September 06, 2016, 16:27:34 PM »
Many, many more Teddy.
Hope you have a wonderful day man and receive all  you wish for today.

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General Chat / Re: Selling my Account
« on: Friday, June 03, 2016, 18:57:52 PM »
I will buy it!
Like my first pub date, she gave me a kiss and a promise!
UMMM???? Lets stick only to the promise until I am 100% sure your female!!! Kissing a dead cert after that .

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General Chat / Re: Close the shout box
« on: Friday, June 03, 2016, 18:45:18 PM »
Have to agree with Vegeta here. Nothing but piss and vinegar in shoutbox.

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News / Re: A good Assist member did GO Spanky THX !!
« on: Saturday, October 03, 2015, 04:54:33 AM »
I appreciate the efforts put in to keep this game alive. Doing it in the background, not seen, does not mean nobody "cares". I am grateful.




 


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Drama & Spam / Re: SO you dont believe in God.
« on: Sunday, April 12, 2015, 03:17:36 AM »
This "conversations" topic is about? Evolution? a God? because I am on page three and it is a bad tennis match.

Evolution has no place in religion and visa versa, they will never marry. Bring in a third factor, then, we are discussing but speculating.

Darwin lived in a time where there was limited knowledge and he gave us a gift we could expand on.

The Bible (and yes I have read it) has two God's, two creations. Adam had a first wife before Eve.

and God sat in the assembly of the god's ( and basically asked wtf they thought they were doing meddling with man ..... and then said .....don't you know you die like mortal man?

Discussing religion and politics, is walking on eggs.

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