bkhedr said:
First of all I do know Africa somewhat. I live in Egypt, I've been to Kenya.
Really? Then why does it say Ontario, Canada in your handle?
bkhedr said:
The Lions, Leopords, Cheetahs and Hyenas dont walk the streets (I guess she grew up as a thief on the savanah now?) and even if they did they are 1. Not starving, 2. For the most part not interested in eating people.
I guess you missed the part where she meets them while traveling from Egypt to Kenya, eh?
bkhedr said:
Do I think sneaking past a pack of starving lionesses is harder than sneaking past a platoon of German troops? Of course not. But most of the time you dont have to sneak past the lionesses because 1. They are not starving 2. They dont want to eat humans.
Trust me, I´ve actually lived in Africa and have close family there. You go into the wilderness and from hot-tempered hypos to hyenas,
everything wants to kill you. They just may not want to
eat you. (Buffalos are more dangerous to people than lions because they attack no matter what... and they´re
herbivorous!)
Big dif.
bkhedr said:
Oh she's seen armed conflicts now has she? Is that a fact or are you just speculating, because before it was just her growing up on the mean streets now she was dodging man eating lions and prancing around on the front lines of armed conflicts.
Oooh, let´s see. Between Egyot and Kenya we have Sudan, Ethiopia, Eritrea and -depending on what route she used, Uganda or Somalia-.
Hmm... no, you´re right, I don´t think there was ever any armed conflicts in those countries. And most definitelly no children ever even touched a kalashnikovs there, that´s for sure.
bkhedr said:
let's compare it to a day in the life of captain america
You are on the front lines with nothing but a shield and your peak human body (no superpowers whatsoever), rats the size of your head scurry aruond you while bullet whizz by (any one could be the one that kills you) men die all around you. German machine gunners take aim at you because unlike some little girl who might have stumbled into an african conflict pretty much unnoticed and ignored, you are the american supersoldier, the symbol dressed in the american flag, standing in the line of fire for all to see. The German army has orders to kill you at all costs.
Anyway they focus their fire on you, thousands of round per minute come your way from numerous directions. What's that whistle? crap artillery fire. It hits your position blowing men to pieces and leaving swimming pool sized holes in the already ruined earth. The artillery is getting closer. If you dont move you are dead. You order your men to charge and the machine gun fire kills dozens but you have no choice. You slodge through the mud which slows you down and the barbed wire all over the place which could rip the tendons right off your calves if you arent careful. Suddenly there is an explosion at your left and one of your men is blown to pieces. Your ears are ringing now and you are covered in blood. Land mines!
And the bullets still whiz by, and the artillery is still getting closer. You press on now there is a phizzing sound. and a yellow cloud. Mustard Gas! You reach for your gas mask (still under fire) and pull it on. Praying that it functions properly and that there are no holes in your uniform because you know that if the gas comes into contact with any exposed skin it will seep in through the pores. Now your men are convulsing. Screaming in agony before their screams are cut off by the vomiting and the dying. You can barely hear them anyway, what with the machine gun fire, and the artillery fire, and the land mines going off. Now you press forward again with what's left of your platoon.
And here come the bombers and fighters. They strafe your position. The bombers dropping 2000 pound fire bombs (napalm which cant be put out with water and will burn down to the bone). The fighters cutting through your men with their machine guns. Again you are the focal point. You in that red white and blue outfit. You without super powers. You barely raise your shield in time and are lucky to survive. Finally you and your men get close enough to the german position for you to charge their ranks. You fight them hand to hand. Using your superior training to fight a dozen trained hardened fighting men at once. They have combat knives and side arms and still you win.
Now you think you can rest, but here's comes a flying Aryan. Master Man! He has super powers. He's stronger than you. He's a lunatic and his goal in life is to kill you. You are worn down and exhausted. You stare him in the eyes and get ready for the fight. Not giving an inch because you are the symbol of america and all eyes are on you. And when you beat him you wont get a chance to rest because you'll get a call on the radio and be sent to another pitched battle at another location
That's world war II through the eyes of Captain America buddy. That's a single hour of it. Storm's life is a walk in the park by comparison
Its stupid to compare Storm's expereinces to the brutality of total war
Not really. When you have a superserum running through your veins that allows you to do things like use an indetructible shiled to deflect thousands of bullets per second and the speed to effortlessly dodge artillery fire, even Omaha beach is a cakewalk.
And clearly, you´ve never been to war.
Contrary to what you may see in movies, war is not all-out madness 24/7.
Ask any person who´s ever actually seen armed conflicts and he´ll tell you this: the single biggest component of War is "waiting".
Yes, long, boring, dreadful, endless hours staring at a fly laying eggs. Sometimes for days in a row. And then suddenly, sometimes out of nowhere, all hell breaks loose. Gunfire, artillery shells, men screaming, the works.
And you continue to conveniently "forget" that from June 6 1944 to roughly one month before the armstice in April 1945 (whoa, that´s like 10 whole
months! That´s 2 months shorter than a regular tour of duty in Nam!), Steve´s participation in the war in europe resumed to him prancing around as a skinny waste of a corporal "in the rear with the gear"?