Just back from AUSA. Some thoughts. Industry shows suck. Crossfire is an awesome company with some really nice, decent people. The military industry is a den of iniquity.
Industry shows. This one is a little different, in that the grand poo-bahs are all in attendance, versus the grunts who actually use this stuff. But that is by design, as the vendors want to talk with the decision-makers, not the guy who actually uses this shit. So if you think it's more about making a shit-load of money rather than supplying the troops with what they really need, yeah you're pretty much there.
I know that's a little harsh, but we seem to have this over-dependence on technology to fight wars these days. To mis-quote Heinlein, something about a guy trying to operate a vernier scale, while a cave man slips up behind and bashes in his skull with a rock. Anyways, not my crowd; too many pips and pimps.
Crossfire. Ah, there's a little gem. Meeting Mr. Peter Marshal still gives me hope for humanity. What a lovely soul. What he's ever doing in this business, God only knows. Well, I do too, but that's another story. A country gentleman, renaissance man, and just a really good bloke. They don't make them like this anymore. Talking with him over the past few days has given me new perspective on a lot of things. Including rucksacks. Not to mention LBE, clothing, and boots. Fascinating insight into the design philosophies behind these things, as well as the practical applications of manufacturing them.
22F. Now there's a guy who I would want by my side, for the zombie apocalypse, or just a simple bar fight. Hard as woodpecker lips, but a heart of gold. I keep saying commonwealth soldiers are some of the best on the planet, and he is a shining example of this. I don't think you could find a better mate anywhere. And BTW he's NOT gay. Just wanted to put that to rest.
Honorable mention to the new marketing guru. Also a very nice person. I'm sure she will do well.
The military industry. I really don't want to go into this now. Suffice it to say, it's a real den of snakes. Think of that scene where Indiana Jones opens that crypt and the floor is hissing and writhing and you're there. I'm really glad now I never started my own company and got into it. Always wondered about that over the years; no more.
Anyways, as I sit here on this cold, rainy morn, lucky to be alive; inside, warm and dry, with a cuppa. (You don't know how good this really is, until you've soldiered.) I picked up a couple of rucks and some other things, with thanks to Peter, which I will be putting through their paces very soon. After being chastised, and sufficiently called to task for monkeying around with it, instead of testing it, I will now concentrate on seeing how it works, in military applications, and report back here. The little mods and tweaks will be set aside for now as we hump these things up in the mountains, as is, and see how they work. As Tiny Tim would say: God bless us all.