Those who can make you believe absurdities can make you commit atrocities. Voltaire.
"I've been in few famous last stands, lad, and they're butcher shops. That's what Blouse's leading you into, mark my words. What'll you lot do then? We've had a few scuffles, but that's not war. Think you'll be man enough to stand, when the metal meets the meat?"
"You did, sarge", said Polly." You said you were in few last stands."
"Yeah, lad. But I was holding the metal"
Sergeant Major Jackrum 10th Light Foot Infantery Regiment "Inns-and-Out"
I'll try but you are out of my range
So I'll assume you are the guy in the orange stretcher thing? I guess it's either that or that guy (girl?) in the floral pants.
On the Path to the Streets of Gold: a Suebi AAR
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Hvil i fred HoreToreA man who casts no shadow has no soul.
I'm glad you've had 20 years of gifts, Brenus. May you have many more.
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I'm glad you are still around.
"Topic is tired and needs a nap." - Tosa Inu
Where were you hit Brenus? Looks bad from the photos.
Jaw in 3 parts, arm and wrist broken, retina damage, lots and lots of little bits on body, legs...
It happened during the push from the North in Aden. I just evacuated all valuable things from the office and retreated in the hotel rented by ICRC so, after having bullets flying around, I felt quite safe.
A colleague just arrived from Djibouti with material for Humanitarian Actions AND bottle of Red Vine, saucisson, cheeses and other things.
So all the staff from various organisations (ICRC, UNHCR, journalists) were in my room, chatting and so and so.
When all was drunk and eaten, all the them left except the colleague from Djibouti. I was laying on the floor, left arm on the bed. The last thing I remember is him telling me he will do the washing-up, I still see him going in the bathroom then, I can't even say black, but it wouldn't be accurate. I was, then I was not.
Those who can make you believe absurdities can make you commit atrocities. Voltaire.
"I've been in few famous last stands, lad, and they're butcher shops. That's what Blouse's leading you into, mark my words. What'll you lot do then? We've had a few scuffles, but that's not war. Think you'll be man enough to stand, when the metal meets the meat?"
"You did, sarge", said Polly." You said you were in few last stands."
"Yeah, lad. But I was holding the metal"
Sergeant Major Jackrum 10th Light Foot Infantery Regiment "Inns-and-Out"
Glad to see you are still here :)
Ja-mata TosaInu
That's a bit of a nick
Good on you
There, but for the grace of God, goes John Bradford
My aim, then, was to whip the rebels, to humble their pride, to follow them to their inmost recesses, and make them fear and dread us. Fear is the beginning of wisdom.
I am tired and sick of war. Its glory is all moonshine. It is only those who have neither fired a shot nor heard the shrieks and groans of the wounded who cry aloud for blood, for vengeance, for desolation.
Did you hear it coming? A whistle is a mortar, a hiss an RPG and a low-flying jet sound is a rocket
Glad you came out of it. Also impressed with the organization you worked for, I like those guys
Baby Quit Your Cryin' Put Your Clown Britches On!!!
I'm glad that you point out that you approve of doctors who put money aside and go work in the worlds worst hell holes.
Kind of disturbing that you felt it to be something you show approval of, though. What do you think the rest of us do? Throw stones at Doctors Without Borders when we happen upon them on the street?
Last edited by Kadagar_AV; 08-18-2014 at 19:55. Reason: Ok, so there was this ONE time... and I was drunk...
No, smarty pants, the point is that he worked with them, and you or I didn't, which makes him more impressive than you or me. And I would also wager that the vast majority of users on this board do not know who DWB is, although they probably don't come to the BR much. I am sorry you feel I gave TMI. Now excuse me, I have to go take a crap
Baby Quit Your Cryin' Put Your Clown Britches On!!!
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