2IC: Second in Command, i.e., assistant leader.
ACOG: Advanced Combat Optical Gunsight, a type of telescopic sighting equipment used on rifles and machine guns.
AK: Automatic Kalashnikov. Introduced in 1947, its design evolved into a wide variety of firearms.
Bandolier: ammunition pouches sewn into belts or sling.
Boobied: slang for booby-trapped
Booby Trap: traps set up to maim or kill enemy soldiers. The term came from how it fools the enemy thinking it was safe, hence the term booby (=fool).
C2: Command and Control center
Cal.: slang/short for Caliber
Company: a unit of soldiers consisting of roughly three to four platoons plus their commander
Compound: a military encampment
Detcord: A type of explosive charge, shaped like a cord (hence the name, detonating cord)
DMR: Designated Marksman’s Rifle
Friendly Fire: incidents where soldiers opened fire on their own comrades, whether or not the shots hit
FN: Fabrique Nationale, Belgian arms manufacturer
GPMG: General Purpose Machine Gun. Usually placed at a platoon level, this type of weapon fires heavy hitting 7.62x51mm rounds.
HE: short for High Explosives. A type of explosive munition with high powered blasts without additional projectiles. Kills the target with its shockwave instead of fragments.
HiPower: a type of pistol originated from Belgium. Its name was inspired by the fact that it packed more capacity (hence more firepower) than any of its counterparts during the time of its introduction in 1935.
HK: Heckler & Koch, German arms manufacturer.
LAW: Light Anti-Armor Weapon. A type of rocket launcher which is disposable after use. Effective against any other thing, too.
MAG: Mitralleuse d’Appui General. A belgian made GPMG. Its name also translates to GPMG. It was introduced in 1958.
Magazine: a container in which bullets are fed into the weapon it is attached to.
MG: Machine Gun
Minimi: Mini Mitralleuse. Translates to “mini machine gun”, it was introduced in early 1980s in Belgium. Fires 5.56x45mm round, it functions as Squad level support weapon.
Mortar: a little artillery piece used to lob high explosive shells from a high angled trajectory. Very effective in terms of area clearing.
Platoon: a group of soldiers consisted as three to four squads. Usually led by a 2nd Lieutenant.
RPG: Ruchnoy Protimotankovyy Granatomyot or Rocket Propelled Grenade. Originally a Soviet anti-tank rocket, its use widened as it is powerful enough to knock out anything else.
SAW: Squad Automatic Weapon. A squad level machine gun in calibers the same as the riflemen’s weapons. Effective for suppressive fire.
Silber: the currency and legal tender in the Republic of Griesia
Squad: a group of soldiers, usually consisted of 7 to 13 people, divided into two to three firing teams plus their leader and their second in command. Usually led by a sergeant.
Technicals: slang for vehicular (non-armored) borne enemy troops, usually heavily armed.
Tube: Slang for grenade launchers. Originated from M79, the bloop tube.
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