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Five Days in Fallujah - Magazine - The Atlantic

In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the Dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, and now we lie, In Flanders fields. Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from failing hands we throw The torch; be yours to hold it high. If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields. - John McCrae

Freedom is not free, but the Marine Corps. will pay most of your share. Birthday Video When a reporter asked a USMC GySgt if he was worried about sending his men into harms way, he replied ... "Sir, we are the U.S. Marines, we ARE harms way."

As reported by Kelvin Robinson, drivers in Virginia are less than cordial.  Both drivers got what they deserved. Who would have thought that throwing a cup of yogurt at someone could be a felony? Yogurt Vs. pistol