And wondered why anyone would care, would go gaga over any of this.
I lived for a while with a grenade. It was quick to pop and kept the assholes like McChrystal alert. It was a safety.
The only way to maintain general order is to issue them the one standing order they understand. Make them snap to attention when you enter, and keep them there.
They are dogs. They live and kill in packs. Keep them controlled or they will bite to the bone.
UCMJ says no opinions about civilian matters. No conversation about military matters. Need to know.
That is what comes with the job. So, Mr Prez. Give him an hour to write his report and then ask him to apply for his next duty assignment.
Or ask him if would prefers to be a PFC. The fast way or the easy way.
Private First Class or Private Fuckin Civilian. If he’s as smart as he says he is, if hi’s as tough as he says he is, he might finally understand you.
Category: wargasm
21st century fox. more than war, making the grand plan for man without ever being
Random Deaths
The odd truthism of the data and how it matched my early life scares the hell out of me. A sound to your right is all you know before someone else dies. Anyone. Just another point in the distribution of death. To be there is enough to die. You don’t have to be good or bad or atheist. It only helped if you were from Pennsylvania or California. Bad odds boy. They must have known, somehow.
This is the statistical death mask of Vietnam.
No doubt that those who were there in that big 67-68 hump have a different view of how much fun the war was, than those in that tail end. So it has always been.
Parts Is Parts
The Story You don’t want to hear, oh grandsons of vietnam.
Odd that today’s news is sad about the arlington lawn mowers and casket movers. It seems they have lost the place of your loved one.
But what you don’t know is that in 1967 graves detail put together body bags. Parts is parts. And some of them were funny. Mix up the races, if not alive, then in the grave. One hand goes here and the other goes there. We’re all gods chitlens and the body bag is the grand master of harmony.
it is the land of equality in death. Fill the bag. it’s a closed casket funeral. In go the hands, the feet, a torso and a head. Zip it. Tag it. Ship it. Parts is parts and we’ve another twenty to fill before the day ends.
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