I love seeing stuff like this

[Laroacha]

I love seeing storys like this one. On the one hand we have a 20% minority of Americans whom were born and raised here who hate everything about this country, then we have people whom have migrated from other countries who know what "real" government corruption is and love the fact that they have the opportunity to be American and choose to fight for our way of life.



Friday, July 29th, 2005
Welcome Aboard
Mosul, Iraq

Across Iraq, I keep running across American troops who are not Americans. Many of these soldiers and Marines are working towards attaining U.S. citizenship while in uniform, under fire, in Iraq.

I was privileged to witness the award ceremony for 12 new American citizens in Deuce Four recently. I hope America makes them feel welcome. If the folks at home could see what these people are doing in Iraq, they would make these special troops feel as honored guests. But now, better yet, they are honored citizens, giving life to the concept of active citizenship.

Today, I walked to noon chow with SSG William Suarez, from Puerto Rico. Suarez has a home in central Florida, and is as American as I am, except he comes complete with a very thick Puerto Rican accent. The soldiers love to have Suarez around; he has a great reputation under fire. One time, during a big fight downtown, SSG Suarez’s voice came over the radio. With his thick accent, the commander joked at first he thought the radio had been captured by the enemy. There are at least five Spanish-speaking soldiers in the fire support element, and the running joke in the TOC is that Deuce Four can do all their calls for fire (artillery, aviation, etc) in Spanish, without need to encrypt the calls.

SSG Suarez and I had lunch today with SFC Kim, who I had never met before and will probably never meet again. (Kim just happened to sit next to us at the chow hall.) SFC Kim was born in Korea 53 years ago, but he looks about 35, and didn’t even join the US Army until he was 30 years old. Kim says he’s very happy to be an American, and that some of us don’t realize how good we have it.

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“The Q”

There’s another soldier here from Mexico, Victor Quinonez. Everyone calls him Q. At 23, Q fights like crazy; he’s earned his great combat reputation. I joke with Q that he’ll either be a top military leader, or in trouble with the law if he doesn’t listen to his leaders. And Q always tells me, “Mike, when the shit goes down and the bullets are flying, you stick with me and I’ll get you out. Never fear when the Q is here! You’ve seen me in action. You know I’ll get you out. I’m a Mexican, not a Mexican’t!”

First time I met Q, I thought he was full of something, and he was, but it wasn’t what I was thinking. One time, during a brief shootout, I kind of broke through a gate for cover in a house, and Q said, “Mike, what you hidin’ from!” I answered, “Bullets, dumbass! Get in here!” “You come out here!” Q said, “We’re gonna get these guys!” Now he’s like my young Mexican-American brother and I get worried he’ll get shot or blown up.

It’s been true since the U.S. was founded that some of the best Americans were not born in America. And we can use all the good people we can get. That’s something to remember.

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New Americans: At War in Mosul
[Photo credit: Deuce Four; after ceremony in Baghdad]

Deuce Four’s newest Americans:

Front row Left to Right
SPC Saroth Muth (Cambodia)
SPC David Floutier (England)
SPC Hugo Juarez (Mexico)
SPC Evans Martin (Antigua)
SPC Octavio Rodriguez (Mexico)

Back row Left to Right
SGT Ringsey Khin (Cambodia)
SPC Abdel Phipps (Jamaica)
SGT Collin Campbell (Trinidad)
SPC Bosco Jerez (Nicaragua)
SPC Jose Alvarado (Honduras)
SPC Moises Medina (Mexico)

SGT Walter Gaya, from Argentina, was scheduled to be sworn in with this group, but he was recently wounded in combat and could not attend the ceremony. He’s in the United States recovering and remains committed to becoming a photo-journalist. Walt told me the other day that although his left eye is in question, his photo-shooting eye is perfect.

At Deuce Four here in Mosul, we still have 15 troops whose new citizen status is pending paperwork. These troops are from the following countries:

Argentina
Cambodia
Canada
Haiti
Jamaica
Korea
Mexico
Nicaragua
Russia
St. Croix
Vietnam
And two others; I don’t know where they are from.

Welcome Aboard!

[McTucket]

fuckin good shit man.


nice find.

[Smashley]

Bravo!

[Snk]

Awesome read man.....id be proud to shake any one of those guys hands and tell them how great it is to call them fellow Americans.
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[Sammie]

how touching

i feel all warm and fuzzy inside

[HHBizzle]

how touching

i feel all warm and fuzzy inside


gosh, me 2, lets give those illegal mexicnas something legit to do! bring our troops home and replace them with illegal immigrants, thats a good idea i think, lets call bush now.

[JimbobSS]

thats what I've been saying all along.

[sylverarrow]

thats what I've been saying all along.
lol

[GroberTek]

gosh, me 2, lets give those illegal mexicnas something legit to do! bring our troops home and replace them with illegal immigrants, thats a good idea i think, lets call bush now.



yeah then you can sit in your office and make fun of our troops in iraq for more reasons :doubt:

[McTucket]

gosh, me 2, lets give those illegal mexicnas something legit to do! bring our troops home and replace them with illegal immigrants, thats a good idea i think, lets call bush now.


at least they had the balls to fucking sign up.

[THE_PACIFIST]

touche

[Sammie]

yeah then you can sit in your office and make fun of our troops in iraq for more reasons

at least they had the balls to fucking sign up.


oh gawd, get over yourselves

[Laroacha]

Sammie,,,,,they need stockbrokers in Havana too,,,,,,,don't you think you'd feel more at home around likeminded folks there?

And bizzle,,,,,,,,if you had half the balls in your pants that you've had on your chin I might take you seriously, as it is move to sanfran and shut the fuck up!

[McTucket]

dont start with me.

[Laroacha]

How bout another story about our apparently misguided misfit's in Iraq?


The Devil’s Foyer

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Mosul, Iraq
American gyms in Iraq are excellent. Whoever selected the gear and outfitted these facilities deserves accolades. Maybe the gym-outfitters are in a top-secret Pentagon office called GYMCOM (Gym Command), where people meet to discuss GYMOPS, and its effects on troop readiness and morale. On this base in Mosul, the gym is so well outfitted that if it were in Chicago, I imagine it might cost members a couple hundred dollars per month. But here it’s free.

I was walking from the gym down the dusty hill past the mailroom, the medics, and supply, on the way to the TOC when Karummph a mortar landed on the airfield below, lofting pale dust into the heated breeze. I knew there would be another explosion soon, but where? About thirty seconds later Karummph, down on the airfield, another dust plume. I walked into the TOC just in time to hear the Battle Captain say, “Give me a POO” [Point Of Origin], and then he turned to a sergeant and said, “Do we have POI? [Point Of Impact].”

“Two splashes on the airfield,” I said.

The Battle Captain turned back to another sergeant, saying “You got the POO?” and the sergeant began reading off the coordinates where the two mortars were fired from . . . and it turned out these were not mortars, but rockets. A difference with distinction.

Our bases have something called Counter Battery Radar (CBR), and when a mortar or rocket is launched, the computers on the CBR can calculate the POO before the bomb lands. The enemy knows this, and they know we can fire “counter battery” cannon or mortars, or that we might have jets and helicopters just moments away, or forces on the ground nearby. Lately, Iraqi police have joined the list of options for killing mortar teams. It’s increasingly dangerous to be a terrorist here.

And so the enemy plays a game of fire and flee, hauling the mortars around town, setting up the tubes (or rockets), firing a few shots, and moving out quickly. To buy a little more insurance, the enemy often picks a POO close to a school or a mosque, knowing that Americans will be reluctant to shoot at schools, and usually will not fire at mosques. In fact, mosques are off-limits without higher approval unless you are clearly taking fire from them. But this isn’t a case of giving the enemy a safe haven for launching bombs at our soldiers. Insurgents have learned the hard way that higher approval is not a high hurdle when the same mosque is used for a shield more than once. If a man does not respect his own sacred ground, he should not expect others to. A man should never hide behind religion like he’s hiding behind his momma’s leg.

The CBR is effective. The enemy shooters can only strike briefly. If they take one extra shot, or take a few extra seconds scrambling away, they will die. Our cannons, our helicopters, US soldiers and snipers, the Iraqi police, or some combination of these, will kill them. As frustrating as it can be to have an enemy firing two or three round volleys at Coalition and Iraqi forces, the fact is we can take those punches. It helps knowing that every time an insurgent sets up he’s like a buck drinking at the river. Our hunters are always looking for tracks and laying ambushes. Sooner or later, bam! Head on the wall.

Part of the persistence of the insurgency results from a staggering availability of fighting materials. There are tons of explosives and munitions here in Mosul, with more streaming in every day, though mounting evidence strongly suggests this flow is abating. For example, the street price of 60mm “mortar bombs” was about $3/shot 9 months ago. Now it’s up nearly seven-fold to over $20. Car bomb incidents in Mosul, while still causing major damage to both military and civilians, have been declining. Whether this is a temporary dip or steady trend remains to be seen. Even if the ongoing flow were completely cut off, there is still a deep well of material on hand.

Stemming the flow of munitions has been an ongoing challenge, one that’s been met with varying degrees of success. It begins with intelligence about how material moves in and out of a city. Mosul has 34 “major” land routes, consisting of 11 roads and 23 “rat lines.” The so-called rat lines are usually no more than hard-packed dirt trails, but they are navigable avenues into Mosul.

Throughout human history, civilizations have built walls to keep people out–China–or keep people in–Soviet Union–or to funnel people: The Americans built a wall in Vietnam to canalize the enemy. Apparently none of these walls sealed the borders as hermetically as their architects envisioned. In fact, the only reliable thing about most walls is that people will get past them.

It’s reasonable to assume that graduates of the finest military academies in the world might know a few things about war beyond the ken of the average joe. Yet, when I learned that our troops were building a “wall” around Mosul, I was tempted to scoff. It didn’t make sense. So, when the timing was right, and enough officers were around at the same time, I brought up the topic of “The Berm.”

“Why did you build a berm around Mosul?” I asked. Those first few seconds, while lacking much in the form of any concrete answers, were nonetheless telling. Some of the officers shifted about, and there was blinking and hesitation before the answers came, haltingly. And there was the “Well, throughout history, walls have not been very effective . . . any obstacle is only as good as the man guarding it.” One fact emerged: the “wall” was a contentious subject. But it was also clear that the berm was never meant to hermetically seal Mosul, but rather to canalize those 23 ratlines. People hauling munitions might be more apt to attempt the 11 main roads, and when they cut channels through the berm, they will telegraph exactly which avenues are smuggling routes.

According to one of the greatest inventors, Thomas Edison: “Just because something doesn’t do what you planned it to do doesn’t mean it’s useless.” Some highly-respected and heavily-credentialed people thought Edison was a failure every time his electric lightbulb only flickered.

A couple days after those rockets landed on the airfield as I was leaving the gym, there was another Karummph. So I headed to the TOC and there were more Karummphs. The Battle Captain asked a sergeant, “Do you have a POO?” and the men in the TOC were checking what assets were nearby to deal with the shooters.

More Karummphs as mortars arc onto the base. Usually there are only two or three incoming, but these guys kept on firing, and so the top officers and sergeants ran out to see if soldiers were being hit. The best way to find the battalion commander and sergeant major of Deuce Four is to start shooting at their soldiers; the leaders here will run straight into the line of fire to check their men and rally for the fight. And so the colonel ran out with Sergeant Major Prosser–neither were wearing helmets or protective gear–and they headed straight for the Karummphs. This type of attack is the second leading cause of injury and death to American soldiers in Iraq. I was winded trying to keep up. Finally the eleventh Karummph was the last, and none of our people were hurt.

[Laroacha]

And so day turned into night back into day and into the night again.

That night, Deuce Four ran four simultaneous raids. In one raid, B Company approached a house belonging to a terrorist involved in complex and ongoing attacks, including a devastating ambush that killed over 25 Iraqi commandos in November. The Stryker platoon, led by LT Lucas Kerr, isolated the block around the target house. Intelligence indicated that the terrorist had emplaced holes and firing positions in his home. With nighttime temperatures exceeding 90 degrees, many Iraqis sleep on their roofs to keep cool, making it difficult for us to sneak up during the summertime.

Nearly every home in Iraq has an outer wall, so the soldiers parked the Strykers a distance away to isolate. The soldiers had silenced their gear, team leaders and squad leaders checking their men by making them jump up and down until they could hear only boots hitting the concrete. The men slipped out of the Strykers and crept quietly through the darkened streets.

The source for this target failed to tell the platoon that the outer wall also had strands of barbed wire on top; but the squad climbed the outer wall, and about eight soldiers from SSG David Nieradka’s squad had made it quietly over when perhaps the terrorist heard tink, and knew that trouble was paying a visit. He pulled the pin on a hand grenade and tossed it at the soldiers, but only the fuse exploded; the rest of the grenade was a dud. He began firing a 9mm pistol and got off two shots before he was hit by a fulisade of bullets from SSG Nieradka’s squad, and fell dead.

Separately, in an undercover operation, the Iraqi police detained four men whose kidnapping cell had abducted the 28-year-old wife of a Mosul journalist. This group was known to behead their victims, holding the world vicariously hostage with their crude cinematography. This raid was interesting; information had recently come in that the terrorists were plotting to kill a journalist here in Mosul, and some officers believed the target was me. There is an interesting aside about a spy that Deuce Four detained who was actively trying to persuade me to visit what he described as a “safe” place in Iraq. While he is now in Abu Ghirab, I am still with Deuce Four, both of us “safe” for the moment.

[For the record: If I am ever captured and seen on television telling the world that America is evil, I am lying.]

The apparent target of these four assassins was the Iraqi journalist whose wife was kidnapped and later rescued by the Iraqi police. And now those same kidnappers were nabbed by a police force that has little difficulty extracting information from people. I heard one American captain at the police station say that the kidnappers were “singing like birds.” That night, the Iraqi police shared information about a gigantic weapons cache, and hours later they joined elements of Deuce Four in a raid on that target.

Midnight had come and gone, while I sat in the TOC watching and listening to the raids unfold on the screens. Major Mike Lawrence, the operations officer, was communicating with his various commanders downtown when the word came back that the cache-information was real.

Not only was it real, but enormous. Anti-tank mines were hidden in couches, tons of explosives were hidden underground. There were surface-to-air missiles and pre-fabricated IEDs, like the one that nearly killed my neighbors last week. And they were just starting the search.

It was now 3 a.m. and I was riding in a Stryker heading downtown to the weapons cache. We knew it would be a long night and even longer day as no one had slept and the size of the capture was growing with each radio call.

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Tons of munitions underground

When we arrived at the target, the Iraqi police were getting tuckered out; after all, it was about 4 a.m. and they had been working all night. So they quickly said goodbye, and melted off into the darkness with a duck under each arm. Nobody was sore that the police left us to unearth tons of dangerous munitions. To put it in perspective, just some months ago there really weren’t any Iraqi police because the insurgents were beheading them. Knowing they are still the primary targets for terrorists, seeing the police now squeezing suspected insurgents and raiding their nests, everyone was happy to see the Iraqi police scoring victories day after day, though this was by far the biggest I had seen.

I was very happy to see the cops go; they were handling the explosives roughly, apparently without the slightest idea that dozens of us could all vaporize in a very impressive mushroom cloud with this headline:

43 Americans and 55 Iraqi Police killed in Giant Cache Blast: City Block Leveled.

Mosul, Iraq
The skies are darkened with black smoke after a giant explosion killed dozens of Americans and Iraqis. The cause of the blast is unknown, but is believed to be related to a large amount of captured munitions. The explosion caused dozens of rockets, artillery and mortar shells to hurtle hundreds of yards, sparking fires in numerous locations, setting a gas tanker ablaze. As the burning fuel ran downhill, dozens of blocks of homes were scorched. The death toll is sure to rise. Local citizens are furious at the Americans for causing the massive explosion. A US Army spokesman said that a team of investigators will arrive today and declined further comment.

Yes, “goodnight, goodnight,” I kept waving to the cops who were either diving in front of or away from the camera, and, as they left they waved and said, “Hello.”

“Hello” in local dialect apparently means, “Hello; Goodbye; Thank you; You’re welcome; I surrender; Do you want tea?” And so as they disappeared the cops each said, “Hello,” and next, “Hello,” and so on until all of them had melted into the darkness with their barnyard animals and new weapons. These cops had nailed the beheaders, rescued the woman, found this cache and left us to clean it up. No informed person can honestly say there is no progress in Mosul.

Most of the explosives were squirreled away in a room hidden under a filthy barnyard floor. The access point was a small square hole that opened into a room about half the size of a large semitruck. It was packed with munitions. Floor to ceiling packed. Wall to wall packed. To disassemble the room, soldiers removed bombs just to stand on other bombs, so they could dig through stacks of bombs until finally reaching the floor. Then they duplicated this sequence, to create space for two soldiers to work, and finally, there was room for three.

I came down, and there was Lt. Raub Nash sweating and grimy, working with one of his soldiers. CPT Paul Carron, the B Co commander, had just emerged and was covered in sweat, filth, and grime. The leaders here all share the dirty work.
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Boiling heat and bombs

The temperature down there was at least 20 degrees beyond any measure of hot. The air was filthy with dust, darkness, and the menace that wafted like a stench off all the bombs, bombs, and more bombs. I was sitting on bombs and missiles that I could not identify–there was not enough floor cleared for three men to stand. There were mortar rounds, some with fuses, some without. Some fuses had no safety pins. Some rounds had charges on the fins.

[Laroacha]

There were surface-to-air missiles, RPGs, and strange munitions of various sorts. The danger was severe, but with this much explosives, it wouldn’t matter if you were in the hole or a hundred yards away; if this thing blows, game over.

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The soldiers inside the hell hole passed up a green ball, about the size of a large cantaloupe, and handed it over to another soldier who began to walk with it, and he said, “I wonder what this is?” Someone looked and said, “STOP. Don’t move. Don’t put it down. You hear what I say? Don’t move. Wait right here.”

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Don’t drop it

“Everybody stop!” he said, “Tell the people in the hole to stop.” An Explosives Ordinance Specialist named SFC Perry came over to see the cause of the commotion. Even in the darkness, he saw it for the danger it contained. In a calm but clear voice he said, “Whoa . . . whoa . . . whoa, what is this? This looks like a submunition. . . . “

LTC Kurilla, who was out checking security, came in and heard this and halted all work on the site. The commander took off his gear so he could (barely) fit down the hole, and went searching for more submunitions. He found none, but then just kept working down in the filthy, hot hell hole handing up bombs.

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After hours of labor, the soldiers are nearly finished: Many of these bombs are fused with no safety pins.

When the sun peeked up, a soldier cranked up the Bobcat earthmover Deuce Four had brought along, and started digging around the yard, and unearthed more munitions in a pile of loose sand, and more still in a pile of loose gravel. I wondered if the terrorists had buried the bombs in the soft dirt and gravel piles as a sort of “dead drop.”

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Prefabricated IEDs sometimes look like curbs. The enemy uses these to kill us on roads.

There were many tools, and various sorts of completed IEDs, such as the six large devices, each weighing hundreds of pounds, and cast inside of concrete to look like road curbing. There were over a dozen homemade shaped charges buried in the gravel, each one powerful enough to kill our soldiers.

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Shape charges in gravel: Simple hiding place,
or primitive dead drop?

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Shaped Charges: Over the past few months, the enemy has been experimenting with new ways to penetrate our armor with smaller but mathematically enhanced shaped explosives.

If this were a “dead drop,” the bad guys could bury the shaped charges in the loose sand or gravel, until someone comes to pick up weapons. They could shut the gate behind them, dig through the gravel, put the bomb(s) in their trunk, and drive away. The people who worked at that bomb factory in the barn probably lived nearby in over-watch. Probably watching us rob their nest. The dire implications of that possibility were clear.

The sun finally began to rise and the soldiers started to tally the catch: 26 shoulder fired surface-to-air missiles, 28 complete mortar firing systems and nearly 1,500 “mortar bombs.”

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Caps

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Drugs: Perhaps for farm animals, or maybe for “Martyrs” who are known to get doped up and lay-up with prostitutes before killing people.

The soldiers carted away 26 rocket-propelled grenade launchers and several hundred rounds. Sixteen anti-tank mines modified with anti-personnel shrapnel were hidden in couches. Each of those mines could destroy a Humvee. The soldiers call these modified mines “Birthday Cakes.” There were dozens of assault weapons and machine guns, thousands of rounds of ammunition, night vision gear, one bayonet, chemical masks, and more. There was an ID card for an American soldier. And a sword that looked homemade.

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Finishing up: Exhausted yet feeling elation that
comes only from hard work and major success

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Surface to Air Missiles: out of circulation

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Tons of explosives were hauled away, but the more unstable components had to be exploded in place. Soldiers chase off the farm birds before the detonation.

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One goose refused to leave, and had to be escorted out

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There were two large blasts followed by smaller explosions

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The blast rocked Mosul, transforming the landscape from barnyard bomb factory to dark side of the moon crater: The soldiers offer scale

…And there was that homemade sword. I picked up the long weapon, rotated it back and forth to examine the handle and blade. The blade was jagged but the steel looked brittle. Had this blade been used to chop off heads? I raised the sword over my head and struck a rock to test its strength. The blade snapped in half.

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[Sammie]

Sammie,,,,,they need stockbrokers in Havana too,,,,,,,don't you think you'd feel more at home around likeminded folks there?

And bizzle,,,,,,,,if you had half the balls in your pants that you've had on your chin I might take you seriously, as it is move to sanfran and shut the fuck up!

so shallow laroacha

low blows

extremly short sighted persceptions clouded by ignorance that manifests in hate

Personal attacks on HHB's sexuality is a unnecessary and crude. It just makes you look like an asshole.

i dont even care about reading all that crap

this isnt a competition and you definately dont win anything

you need to get over youself too
you dont hold anymore truth than the rest of us
stop preaching your propganda like you are a god


bring your own words with logic and reason into a civilized debate and stop copying a bunch of articles

I know you are capable and I'm sure you have some insightful beliefs. Climb down from the patriotic rhetoric high horse and I'm sure we would all agree on many things.

Btw: I only bust your balls LaRoacha for two reasons
1.) you bust mine
2.) i like you. if i didnt like you, i would just ignore you (which you might prefer but its not going to happen :p )

[ioScream]

holy shit.. is this continuing to be a once-a-month reoccurance.. damn it janet...

[HHBizzle]

jeeze

i was just being funny, not disrespecting our troops you fuck.

and maybe i would have signed up, but i cant be gay and die for my country for some weird reason.

and i alsmot did

in 1998 i applied to one college, if i didnt get in i was gonna join the military like my father.

[McTucket]

sammie....

[HHBizzle]

sammie....
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[Smashley]

Uh oh... trouble in paradise... the greatest aspect of our country is we are free to have and voice our opinions. I think u r all full of shit tho. :)

[McTucket]

sammie takes full advantage of that.

[ioScream]

as does everyone on this forum.. which is what makes its so fucking great... :cool: :cool: :tongue:

and maybe i would have signed up, but i cant be gay and die for my country for some weird reason.

I think this is for your safety.. think about it... people are crazy.. I don't totally disagree with this stipulation at this point.... sorry.

[McTucket]

it doesnt bother me. if you can do your job, who gives a fuck if you're gay or muslim, whatever. i dont care.


but it does bothers others. and if bothers even one person, it wont work.

[ioScream]

it doesnt bother me. if you can do your job, who gives a fuck if you're gay or muslim, whatever. i dont care.


but it does bothers others. and if bothers even one person, it wont work.

In this scenario, I agree. When lives are stake.. certain distractions should be avoided, and as unfortunate as it may be.. it is and will be a distraction to some.

[ioScream]

But to keep this thread on track.. I think it's good that they are at least doing something for this country.. considering some (and by some i mean most) of their brethren in places like NC don't pay any taxes... seems like a very viable and honorable way to earn citizenship.. but what do i know...

[McTucket]

cali fuckin screws me.... i only got 180 bucks back for taxes...

[ioScream]

jesus loves the little children...

[Sammie]

and so do the priests :p

[ioScream]

and michael jackson

[McTucket]

yeah boi!