If I could send some modern technology back to the Alamo, I'd send back a couple of A-10s. Can't you just imagine the death and destruction that a couple of Warthogs doing CAS runs around the Alamo could have wrought upon the attacking Mexican army? BRRRRRRTTTTTT

JABQ04 said:

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Rabid Cougar said:

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Yes but you have two dudes with nods and 240 in watch towers every 100 meters with three meters of Hescos topped by a meter of razor wire between you and the bad guys and a ballon high overhead. No one gets close to you as you sleep soundly in your BHut or hard structure. The eye in the sky sees everything!

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That damn balloon at Wright.

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Unless it is shot down by a triple 7 or a light strike. I woke up one morning and nearly tripped over a cable that wasn't there the night before because I looking at a big white "sheet" halfway up Bull Run Mountain.....

Funny you mention the M777. Came close a few times. Had to wait for the wind to blow it one way or the other a couple of times

This question was already answered.

A big variable is quality of modern soldier we have.

If I were in command of said modern troops:

Standard infantry I stage together withholding fire and wait for the Mexicans to be repelled from a failed attack. As soon as they start retreating I would order the moderns to open fire, aiming for the troops further away from the walls. A reverse Alvin York if you will. Object would be to break their morale completely and cause a rout. Fear is one of the best multipliers in the world. After that just attrit the Mexicans from afar, trying to keep the moderns in cover and hidden as much as possible. If dozens of Mexicans are going down with no visible puffs of smoke, they may panic and break completely.

If SF ninjas, just stage close by to Mexican camp and hidden until nightfall. Then launch a raid towards either the artillery park or Santa Ana' s tent. Maybe both. A buddy team of moderns ninjas going low and fast against a force that doesn't know they exist? I think it could be done. Would likely fare better than a siege battle too IMO. Strike the head of the snake.

In the spirit of this thread, I feel that we should revisit this concept of time travel, only we add in fictional characters/techonology.

For example:
Battle of Marathon - Luke Skywalker is on the side of the Persians (no lightsabers)
Battle of Tours - a Tie Figher wing in support of the Arabs - single Gunstar supporting Charles Martel
Spanish Armada - The Red October is with the Spanish, but the English get the Nautilus (20,000 leagues) and accompanying Giant Squid
Stalingrad - The Covenant join the Russians, but the Zerg join the Germans. Who wins?

And so forth. Add your own ridiculous scenarios.

AggieLAX said:

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This question was already answered.

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America is going to win?

You all forget as soon at some point the riflemen would disappear because the course of history had been changed and they no longer exist.

or 12 ODA team members get kicked out the back of a 47 right outside the gate and you offer them horses....

**SELFISH BUMP** -- It's been 4 1/2 years since last discussion!!!

This was a great thread

I can't believe this thread started 4 years ago. Does not seem that long at all

Indeed!

You sit in the supercooled black room with your four hand grenades, an M-16, a .45 handgun, and some magazines.

You have never had the responsibility of pulling a trigger and taking the life of another human being, unlike your fellow travelers.

You have never held a live hand grenade and had to pull a pin and toss them during an actual assault with cannon balls slamming into the world around you and bullets whizzing past you (or into you). Sure, the Powers That Be, a privately funded company that discovered, perfected, and patented time travel, trained you countless times, however they had all the confidence in the world that you'd be successful. You weren't so sure.

The small black object in your left breast pocket didn't make any noise, but it was impossible to ignore it. You knew you didn't have to be holding the object, didn't have to press any buttons, change any dials, or anything like that. The patented technology was so mysteriously guarded, that governments had combined forces to try and overtake the United States and force our hand in divulging the technology. Sadly, the leaders of those countries all perished within a few days of one another by unexplainable events. Many claimed it was coincidence, but a larger and growing portion of the earth's population believed, no they knew it was the Powers That Be corporation at work.

The room you were in was small, cramped, and there was no light. This room was exactly like the simulation pods you had trained in, but now it felt smaller and colder. You wondered what time it was.

Nearly 200 years to the exact minute and date, the small Spanish mission that served as a temporary home to some 200 brave souls, sat riddles with bullet holes and portions of the outer walls decimated by cannon fire. Most of the men at the Alamo are asleep, as the Mexican Army has lessened the barrage of their incessant attack, and the few sentry watchmen are at their post weary, yet ready to defend.

You and three infantrymen materialize within the walls of the Alamo. Before the "jump", you all were taken through hundreds of hours of training on the Alamo. Diagrams, virtual reality scenarios, and map after map blur through your mind as the reality of the crisp morning air makes your flesh tense up.

Where were you supposed to start? Do you go wake up Travis, or Crockett, or simply head to your positions? You only have 14 minutes and 45 seconds before the first crack of a Mexican gun will ring out in the dark and heavy air of San Antonio.

As you and the infantrymen get your bearings, a shout from somewhere in the night rings out. "Intruders!!! We've been breached!" You're about to respond, but you're knocked back by one of your infantrymen as a loud bang echoes within the walls around you, and you're both knocked to the ground. The infantryman who slammed into you, is that Karl from Florida, makes a loud gurgling sound and his eyes are filled with shock and horror as the dry ground around him becomes saturated with the blood now streaming from the gaping hole in his lower neck and shoulder. You try to pull yourself out of the open area, the "safe zone" that the expert historian had picked as your landing spot, however he could not have known that one of the Texas soldiers was smoking his last cigarette about 15 feet away. When the four of you showed up inside the walls of the fortified mission during his watch, he quickly sprang into action and yelled for help as he got off a marksmen shot that just killed 1/4th of your squad.

Just as quickly as you processed this, you feel an incredible punch to your chest, unlike anything you've ever felt before. You've been hit, kicked, bitten, and shocked in your 3.5 decades, but this instantaneous pain feels like someone jammed a stick of dynamite into your chest and it exploded before you even knew they had lit the fuse. You struggle to retain focus, but your eyes are blurry from sweat, blood, smoke, dust, and the pain that is now blinding you from everything else around you.

As your labored breathing becomes desperate gasps of air that only being on a new wave of pain, you see the other three men of your squad in similar agony. Your vision clears just enough to see a pair of boots walking up near your head, and you hear a southern voice say, "Dem damn Mexicans were trying to trick us with a sneak attack. Alert everyone and search these boys for correspondence."

The men defending the Alamo May have been asleep when Santa Anna initially attacked them for the final time, but your squad's arrival alerted the Defenders and sent the entire Alamo into a hive mentality. Your weapons were quickly tossed into the small armory along with the four small black rock like trackers that allowed your almost 400 year round-trip visit and return.

Santa Anna and the Mexican Army was still victorious and a cannon ball that hit the armory in the early morning hours of March 6, 1836 destroyed the futuristic weapons and reduced them to a clump of molten metal and small plastic bits that were quickly lost to the blown sand and ash that covered their technological advancements.

Santa Anna took his army from San Antonio and rested in San Jacinto. The rest of the known Texas, Mexico, and US History played out pretty much the same as it had before. There was never any written record of the four strangely dressed men. Their bodies had been found by the Mexican Army shortly after the last shot was fired on March 6th. They were unceremoniously dumped into a ditch and burned along with many other Texas Defenders. None of the few surviving women, children, or slaves spoke of these strange men, except for Andrea Castañn Villanueva. Known as Madam Candelaria, she said four spies from the Mexican Army appeared out of thin air in the middle of a courtyard near the armory. She said they were so well trained, that they left no footprints or paths as to how they arrived inside the Alamo's walls. No one seemed to believe she was ever there, and her story was lost over time.

You and the other three infantrymen wouldn't be discovered until 2043, by a University of San Antonio history major and her archeological robotic sidekick "Archie".

Archie had been digging out small bits of sand and rock, stopping every so often to sort something into a small pile near the shared workstation. Emily Morgan, a postgrad student had worked on the excavation of the Alamo for the last three semesters as part of her doctorate. Archie paused briefly, before beeping a short alert that something unexpected had been discovered. Emily set down the small broken piece of wood she had been cleaning, knowing it was most likely a large splinter of a wooden gate or door that had been destroyed in the attack. The clump of material that Archie was illuminating with his built in headlamp, did not look like anything Emily had ever seen during her time studying the Alamo.

Thinking back, Emily went through the catalog of items she had seen, touched, found, or read about and nothing seemed remotely close to what she was staring at right now. Emily asked Archie to take the object to table 4, which happened to be the only surface in the barracks area that wasn't covered with piles of dirt and small objects. Archie dutifully lifted the strangely shaped clump out of the hardened earth and whirled 90 degrees to his left and quietly motored into the barracks. As Emily dusted off her hands and started to follow Archie, she briefly glanced back at the small depression left in the soil and her own headlamp reflected off of three or four small shiny rocklike objects.

Emily Morgan, nice touch.

What is that from?

CanyonAg77 said:

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Emily Morgan, nice touch.

What is that from?

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My head. (Emily Morgan and Madam Candelaria are real people)