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2006-10-17 Iraq

Troops 'roll the dice' with push into Triangle of Death

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Posted by GolfBravoUSMC 2006-10-17 02:21|| || Front Page|| [11130 views since 2007-05-07] Top

#1 As night falls and the relentless mosquitoes come out, the soldiers head back to their patrol base, a dismal two-story building they now call home.

They dine on MREs (meals ready to eat), read magazines by flashlight and sleep any place they can find a cozy spot on the ground. Sorry, no shower.

They joke, give each other a hard time, and don't complain. In the morning, they will head back out again.

That he which hath no stomach to this fight,
Let him depart; his passport shall be made
And crowns for convoy put into his purse:
We would not die in that man's company
That fears his fellowship to die with us.
This day is called the feast of Crispian:
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when the day is named,
And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say 'To-morrow is Saint Crispian:'
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars.
And say 'These wounds I had on Crispin's day.'
Old men forget: yet all shall be forgot,
But he'll remember with advantages
What feats he did that day: then shall our names.
Familiar in his mouth as household words
Harry the king, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester,
Be in their flowing cups freshly remember'd.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remember'd;
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition:
And gentlemen in England now a-bed
Shall think themselves accursed they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.

Henry V, Act 4, Scene 3, William Shakespeare

Posted by Procopius2K 2006-10-17 08:45|| 2006-10-17 08:45|| Front Page Top

#2 Amen Procopius. Amen

Posted by Mullah Richard 2006-10-17 11:59|| 2006-10-17 11:59|| Front Page Top

#3 The finest army in the history of the world searches for weapons caches by sticking knives in the ground? Has no one thought to ship out a supply of metal detectors?

Posted by Baba Tutu 2006-10-17 14:20|| 2006-10-17 14:20|| Front Page Top

#4 #3 - Plastics.

Posted by Anguper Hupomosing9418 2006-10-17 19:14|| 2006-10-17 19:14|| Front Page Top

#5 Could this ground penetrating radar help? It seems like a major advance.

http://www.cbc.ca/technology/story/2006/10/17/tech-meteorite.html

Posted by Vance Bedbug 2006-10-17 19:49|| 2006-10-17 19:49|| Front Page Top

#6 What is it with triangles? Always triangles. Iron triangles. Triangles of death. Who says fighting a war isn't a matter of clever marketing?

Posted by Iblis">Iblis 2006-10-17 20:37|| 2006-10-17 20:37|| Front Page Top

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