severn
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... ?And it specifically identifies someone about to enter the special warfare community
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... ?And it specifically identifies someone about to enter the special warfare community
... ?This post needs pulled down. The post calls out Mids and future Mids by name and for some even identifies their Company.
And it adds nothing to the mission/purpose of this forum.
Happens to me all the time. I blame it on my advanced humor skills.Was trying to be a bit lighthearted/funny with it due to all the NOM stress of past few weeks but obviously missed my mark. Apologies to all who were offended.
"I suffer for my soup." - Soup NaziI know it's a blessing and a curse.
Also: The Battle of Waterloo, fought on June 18, 1815... sometimes we catched a glimpse of Higher Grace.
* Ukraine Aid & USNA Class of 2028
* General Grant's Victory in the Battle of Vicksburg, 4th July 1863.
* General Lee's retreat from the Battle of Gettysburg, 4th July 1863.
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Your hunger for action, fast roping into Gaza or reconnoitering the Ukrainian border, makes me think of my favorite Talking Heads song, Life During Wartime. Here are some of the lyrics:... so I looked at monthly comparables in Ukraine, Czechia, Poland, and Slovakia; rent $600, electric $160, water $7, internet $25, groceries $210, dining $140, laundry $15, transport $25, Gym $40, phone $20.
* Coffee Shack. Simple no nonsense shack offering free cup of coffee and two pandesals. Absolutely private endeavor with no entanglements with NGOs. Will work with local officials.
* Ends. Means (free food) justifies the ends (gratitude to Brave Ukrainians; clear conscience).
* Border Towns (only). In case the situation turns to $h1+$, then escape is guaranteed.
.Your hunger for action, fast roping into Gaza or reconnoitering the Ukrainian border, makes me think of my favorite Talking Heads song, Life During Wartime. Here are some of the lyrics:
Heard of a van that's loaded with weapons
Packed up and ready to go
Heard of some gravesites, out by the highway
A place where nobody knows
The sound of gunfire, off in the distance
I'm getting used to it now
Lived in a brownstone, lived in a ghetto
I've lived all over this town
This ain't no party, this ain't no disco
This ain't no fooling around
No time for dancing, or lovey-dovey
I ain't got time for that now
Transmit the message to the receiver
Hope for an answer someday
I got three passports, a couple of visas
You don't even know my real name
High on a hillside, the trucks are loading
Everything's ready to roll
I got some groceries, some peanut butter
To last a couple of days
But I ain't got no speakers, ain't got no headphones
Ain't got no records to play
Why stay in college? Why go to night school?
Gonna be different this time
Don't get exhausted, I'll do some driving
You ought to get you some sleep
Burned all my notebooks, what good are notebooks?
They won't help me survive
My chest is aching, burns like a furnace
The burning keeps me alive
I think you're right..
I think the Talking Heads were writing about some dystopian-like urban struggle pre- apocalypse maybe?
Love that song …
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