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Nation & World 2/2/04
Honoring the fallen, quietly
By Jonathan Evans

There are no reporters on the tarmac at Dover Air Force Base.
The public is not allowed to witness the military tradition of
"receiving the remains." Instead, there are soldiers, roused at
dark hours to stand in the confines of what seems like a secret
as the dead are brought home.

I am one of the soldiers. Nearly every day we learn of another death in
Iraq. In our collective consciousness, we tally the statistics of dead and
wounded. The number is over 500 now. But none of our conjurings are
as real and tangible as the Stars and Stripes folded perfectly over a
coffin cradling one of those statistics on his or her way home.

It does not matter where somebody stands politically on the war, but I
believe that all who have an opinion should know the cost of that
opinion. When a soldier dies in a foreign land, his or her remains are
returned to the United States for their final rest. The remains arrive in
Dover, Del., without fanfare. No family member is present. There are
no young children to feel sad or confused. Just a small group of
soldiers waiting to do their duty and honor the fallen.

"Dover flights" are met by soldiers from the U.S. Army's 3rd Infantry
Regiment, the storied Old Guard. They are true soldiers, assigned to
an esteemed regiment, but it is a unit defined by polish, not mud. It
seems that they quietly long to be tested with their comrades "over
there." But it is clear to me as I watch them that they find immense
pride in honoring their country this way.

Silence. I am a helicopter pilot in the U.S. Army, and it is my job to
have the honor guard at Dover at whatever hour a flight arrives. In
military-speak, the plane's grim contents are referred to as "HRs"--
"human remains." Once the plane arrives, conversation ends. The
soldiers form a squad of two even ranks and march out to the tarmac.
A general follows, flanked by a chaplain and the ranking representative
from the service in which the fallen soldier served.

The plane's cargo door opens slowly revealing a cavernous space. The
honor guard steps onto a mobile platform that is raised to the cargo
bay. The soldiers enter in lock-step formation and place themselves on
both sides of the casket. The squad lifts, the soldiers buckling slightly
under the weight. The remains have been packed on ice into metal
containers that can easily exceed 500 pounds. The squad moves
slowly back onto the elevated platform and deposits the casket with a
care that evokes an image of fraternal empathy. It is the only emotion
they betray, but their gentleness is unmistakable and compelling. The
process continues until the last casket is removed from the plane. On
bad nights, this can take over an hour. The few of us observing say
nothing, the silence absolute, underscored by something sacred. There
is no rule or order that dictates it, but the silence is maintained with a
discipline that needs no command.

The caskets are lowered together to the earth, where the soldiers lift
them into a van, one by one. The doors close, and the squad moves
out. Just before the van rounds the corner, someone speaks in a voice
just above a whisper. We snap to and extend a sharp salute.
There are those who would politicize this scene, making it the device of
an argument over the freedom of the press. But if this scene were ever
to be exploited by the lights and cameras of our "infotainment" industry,
it would be offensive. Still, the story must be told. A democracy's
lifeblood, after all, is an informed citizenry, and this image is nowhere in
the public mind. The men and women arriving in flag-draped caskets
do not deserve the disrespect of arriving in the dark confines of
secrecy. But it is a soldier's story, and it must be told through a soldier's
eyes. In the military, we seldom discuss whether we are for or against
the war. Instead, we know intimately its cost. For those of us standing
on the tarmac at Dover in those still and inky nights, our feelings have
nothing to do with politics. They are feelings of sadness, of empathy.
And there is nothing abstract about them.




http://www.bluestarbase.org
"It is in truth not for glory, nor riches, nor honour that we are fighting, but for
freedom--for that alone, which no good man gives up but with life itself." Declaration of
Arbroath, Scotland 1320
"Life is tough but it's tougher when you're stupid." John Wayne

its a shame Bush and Blair sent them on a war most of the world did not
agree with and that politicians in both countries lied about.


but yes its not the fault of those sent to do there job.

but maybe they should change there jobs,i would not do anything to support
anything Bush or Blair wanted.

we will now have much more terrorism than ever,getting rid of Saddam and
Osama makes no differance and now we have as well as Israeli illegal
occupation of Palestinne,we have illegal ocupation of Iraq and Afghanistan.


i call on all americans to do there duty and get rid of Bush and his cohorts
by any means,remember what happened to Kennedy,someone can do it to Bush
just as easy,your elections can get rid of him hopefully.

as for our Blair in the UK well his days are numbered,too many lies have got
him such a bad name,when labour politicians go on UK politics shows
now,everyone just laughs at the fairy stories,he is a liability,we need a
good socialist Labour government to take us forward.




"David Fuller" wrote in message
...
Sir
I wish to express my gratitude to you and the members of the US Army
3rd Infantry Regiment. Who honor our soldiers who have given their lives
in support of our great nation.

So to you, all servicemen and women, and my fellow veterans I salute for
a job well done. I for one appreciate the dedication to your country and
to your respective services.

David Fuller
US Army Reserve Retired



"Cole Irons" wrote in message
...
X-no-archive: yes

Nation & World 2/2/04
Honoring the fallen, quietly
By Jonathan Evans

There are no reporters on the tarmac at Dover Air Force Base.
The public is not allowed to witness the military tradition of
"receiving the remains." Instead, there are soldiers, roused at
dark hours to stand in the confines of what seems like a secret
as the dead are brought home.

I am one of the soldiers. Nearly every day we learn of another death in
Iraq. In our collective consciousness, we tally the statistics of dead and
wounded. The number is over 500 now. But none of our conjurings are
as real and tangible as the Stars and Stripes folded perfectly over a
coffin cradling one of those statistics on his or her way home.

It does not matter where somebody stands politically on the war, but I
believe that all who have an opinion should know the cost of that
opinion. When a soldier dies in a foreign land, his or her remains are
returned to the United States for their final rest. The remains arrive in
Dover, Del., without fanfare. No family member is present. There are
no young children to feel sad or confused. Just a small group of
soldiers waiting to do their duty and honor the fallen.

"Dover flights" are met by soldiers from the U.S. Army's 3rd Infantry
Regiment, the storied Old Guard. They are true soldiers, assigned to
an esteemed regiment, but it is a unit defined by polish, not mud. It
seems that they quietly long to be tested with their comrades "over
there." But it is clear to me as I watch them that they find immense
pride in honoring their country this way.

Silence. I am a helicopter pilot in the U.S. Army, and it is my job to
have the honor guard at Dover at whatever hour a flight arrives. In
military-speak, the plane's grim contents are referred to as "HRs"--
"human remains." Once the plane arrives, conversation ends. The
soldiers form a squad of two even ranks and march out to the tarmac.
A general follows, flanked by a chaplain and the ranking representative
from the service in which the fallen soldier served.

The plane's cargo door opens slowly revealing a cavernous space. The
honor guard steps onto a mobile platform that is raised to the cargo
bay. The soldiers enter in lock-step formation and place themselves on
both sides of the casket. The squad lifts, the soldiers buckling slightly
under the weight. The remains have been packed on ice into metal
containers that can easily exceed 500 pounds. The squad moves
slowly back onto the elevated platform and deposits the casket with a
care that evokes an image of fraternal empathy. It is the only emotion
they betray, but their gentleness is unmistakable and compelling. The
process continues until the last casket is removed from the plane. On
bad nights, this can take over an hour. The few of us observing say
nothing, the silence absolute, underscored by something sacred. There
is no rule or order that dictates it, but the silence is maintained with a
discipline that needs no command.

The caskets are lowered together to the earth, where the soldiers lift
them into a van, one by one. The doors close, and the squad moves
out. Just before the van rounds the corner, someone speaks in a voice
just above a whisper. We snap to and extend a sharp salute.
There are those who would politicize this scene, making it the device of
an argument over the freedom of the press. But if this scene were ever
to be exploited by the lights and cameras of our "infotainment" industry,
it would be offensive. Still, the story must be told. A democracy's
lifeblood, after all, is an informed citizenry, and this image is nowhere
in
the public mind. The men and women arriving in flag-draped caskets
do not deserve the disrespect of arriving in the dark confines of
secrecy. But it is a soldier's story, and it must be told through a
soldier's
eyes. In the military, we seldom discuss whether we are for or against
the war. Instead, we know intimately its cost. For those of us standing
on the tarmac at Dover in those still and inky nights, our feelings have
nothing to do with politics. They are feelings of sadness, of empathy.
And there is nothing abstract about them.




http://www.bluestarbase.org
"It is in truth not for glory, nor riches, nor honour that we are
fighting, but for
freedom--for that alone, which no good man gives up but with life itself."
Declaration of
Arbroath, Scotland 1320
"Life is tough but it's tougher when you're stupid." John Wayne

You are trying to make a political statement where it is NOT wanted or
needed.

Back off.

Dad, Veteran US Army

proma1 wrote:

its a shame Bush and Blair sent them on a war most of the world did not
agree with and that politicians in both countries lied about.

but yes its not the fault of those sent to do there job.

but maybe they should change there jobs,i would not do anything to support
anything Bush or Blair wanted.

we will now have much more terrorism than ever,getting rid of Saddam and
Osama makes no differance and now we have as well as Israeli illegal
occupation of Palestinne,we have illegal ocupation of Iraq and Afghanistan.

i call on all americans to do there duty and get rid of Bush and his cohorts
by any means,remember what happened to Kennedy,someone can do it to Bush
just as easy,your elections can get rid of him hopefully.

as for our Blair in the UK well his days are numbered,too many lies have got
him such a bad name,when labour politicians go on UK politics shows
now,everyone just laughs at the fairy stories,he is a liability,we need a
good socialist Labour government to take us forward.

"David Fuller" wrote in message
...
Sir
I wish to express my gratitude to you and the members of the US Army
3rd Infantry Regiment. Who honor our soldiers who have given their lives
in support of our great nation.

So to you, all servicemen and women, and my fellow veterans I salute for
a job well done. I for one appreciate the dedication to your country and
to your respective services.

David Fuller
US Army Reserve Retired


"Cole Irons" wrote in message
...
X-no-archive: yes

Nation & World 2/2/04
Honoring the fallen, quietly
By Jonathan Evans

There are no reporters on the tarmac at Dover Air Force Base.
The public is not allowed to witness the military tradition of
"receiving the remains." Instead, there are soldiers, roused at
dark hours to stand in the confines of what seems like a secret
as the dead are brought home.

I am one of the soldiers. Nearly every day we learn of another death in
Iraq. In our collective consciousness, we tally the statistics of dead and
wounded. The number is over 500 now. But none of our conjurings are
as real and tangible as the Stars and Stripes folded perfectly over a
coffin cradling one of those statistics on his or her way home.

It does not matter where somebody stands politically on the war, but I
believe that all who have an opinion should know the cost of that
opinion. When a soldier dies in a foreign land, his or her remains are
returned to the United States for their final rest. The remains arrive in
Dover, Del., without fanfare. No family member is present. There are
no young children to feel sad or confused. Just a small group of
soldiers waiting to do their duty and honor the fallen.

"Dover flights" are met by soldiers from the U.S. Army's 3rd Infantry
Regiment, the storied Old Guard. They are true soldiers, assigned to
an esteemed regiment, but it is a unit defined by polish, not mud. It
seems that they quietly long to be tested with their comrades "over
there." But it is clear to me as I watch them that they find immense
pride in honoring their country this way.

Silence. I am a helicopter pilot in the U.S. Army, and it is my job to
have the honor guard at Dover at whatever hour a flight arrives. In
military-speak, the plane's grim contents are referred to as "HRs"--
"human remains." Once the plane arrives, conversation ends. The
soldiers form a squad of two even ranks and march out to the tarmac.
A general follows, flanked by a chaplain and the ranking representative
from the service in which the fallen soldier served.

The plane's cargo door opens slowly revealing a cavernous space. The
honor guard steps onto a mobile platform that is raised to the cargo
bay. The soldiers enter in lock-step formation and place themselves on
both sides of the casket. The squad lifts, the soldiers buckling slightly
under the weight. The remains have been packed on ice into metal
containers that can easily exceed 500 pounds. The squad moves
slowly back onto the elevated platform and deposits the casket with a
care that evokes an image of fraternal empathy. It is the only emotion
they betray, but their gentleness is unmistakable and compelling. The
process continues until the last casket is removed from the plane. On
bad nights, this can take over an hour. The few of us observing say
nothing, the silence absolute, underscored by something sacred. There
is no rule or order that dictates it, but the silence is maintained with a
discipline that needs no command.

The caskets are lowered together to the earth, where the soldiers lift
them into a van, one by one. The doors close, and the squad moves
out. Just before the van rounds the corner, someone speaks in a voice
just above a whisper. We snap to and extend a sharp salute.
There are those who would politicize this scene, making it the device of
an argument over the freedom of the press. But if this scene were ever
to be exploited by the lights and cameras of our "infotainment" industry,
it would be offensive. Still, the story must be told. A democracy's
lifeblood, after all, is an informed citizenry, and this image is nowhere
in
the public mind. The men and women arriving in flag-draped caskets
do not deserve the disrespect of arriving in the dark confines of
secrecy. But it is a soldier's story, and it must be told through a
soldier's
eyes. In the military, we seldom discuss whether we are for or against
the war. Instead, we know intimately its cost. For those of us standing
on the tarmac at Dover in those still and inky nights, our feelings have
nothing to do with politics. They are feelings of sadness, of empathy.
And there is nothing abstract about them.




http://www.bluestarbase.org
"It is in truth not for glory, nor riches, nor honour that we are
fighting, but for
freedom--for that alone, which no good man gives up but with life itself."
Declaration of
Arbroath, Scotland 1320
"Life is tough but it's tougher when you're stupid." John Wayne

i did not start the thread



wrote in message ...
You are trying to make a political statement where it is NOT wanted or
needed.

Back off.

Dad, Veteran US Army

proma1 wrote:

its a shame Bush and Blair sent them on a war most of the world did not
agree with and that politicians in both countries lied about.

but yes its not the fault of those sent to do there job.

but maybe they should change there jobs,i would not do anything to
support
anything Bush or Blair wanted.

we will now have much more terrorism than ever,getting rid of Saddam and
Osama makes no differance and now we have as well as Israeli illegal
occupation of Palestinne,we have illegal ocupation of Iraq and
Afghanistan.

i call on all americans to do there duty and get rid of Bush and his
cohorts
by any means,remember what happened to Kennedy,someone can do it to Bush
just as easy,your elections can get rid of him hopefully.

as for our Blair in the UK well his days are numbered,too many lies have
got
him such a bad name,when labour politicians go on UK politics shows
now,everyone just laughs at the fairy stories,he is a liability,we need
a
good socialist Labour government to take us forward.

"David Fuller" wrote in message
...
Sir
I wish to express my gratitude to you and the members of the US
Army
3rd Infantry Regiment. Who honor our soldiers who have given their
lives
in support of our great nation.

So to you, all servicemen and women, and my fellow veterans I salute
for
a job well done. I for one appreciate the dedication to your country
and
to your respective services.

David Fuller
US Army Reserve Retired


"Cole Irons" wrote in message
...
X-no-archive: yes

Nation & World 2/2/04
Honoring the fallen, quietly
By Jonathan Evans

There are no reporters on the tarmac at Dover Air Force Base.
The public is not allowed to witness the military tradition of
"receiving the remains." Instead, there are soldiers, roused at
dark hours to stand in the confines of what seems like a secret
as the dead are brought home.

I am one of the soldiers. Nearly every day we learn of another death
in
Iraq. In our collective consciousness, we tally the statistics of dead
and
wounded. The number is over 500 now. But none of our conjurings are
as real and tangible as the Stars and Stripes folded perfectly over a
coffin cradling one of those statistics on his or her way home.

It does not matter where somebody stands politically on the war, but I
believe that all who have an opinion should know the cost of that
opinion. When a soldier dies in a foreign land, his or her remains are
returned to the United States for their final rest. The remains arrive
in
Dover, Del., without fanfare. No family member is present. There are
no young children to feel sad or confused. Just a small group of
soldiers waiting to do their duty and honor the fallen.

"Dover flights" are met by soldiers from the U.S. Army's 3rd Infantry
Regiment, the storied Old Guard. They are true soldiers, assigned to
an esteemed regiment, but it is a unit defined by polish, not mud. It
seems that they quietly long to be tested with their comrades "over
there." But it is clear to me as I watch them that they find immense
pride in honoring their country this way.

Silence. I am a helicopter pilot in the U.S. Army, and it is my job to
have the honor guard at Dover at whatever hour a flight arrives. In
military-speak, the plane's grim contents are referred to as "HRs"--
"human remains." Once the plane arrives, conversation ends. The
soldiers form a squad of two even ranks and march out to the tarmac.
A general follows, flanked by a chaplain and the ranking
representative
from the service in which the fallen soldier served.

The plane's cargo door opens slowly revealing a cavernous space. The
honor guard steps onto a mobile platform that is raised to the cargo
bay. The soldiers enter in lock-step formation and place themselves on
both sides of the casket. The squad lifts, the soldiers buckling
slightly
under the weight. The remains have been packed on ice into metal
containers that can easily exceed 500 pounds. The squad moves
slowly back onto the elevated platform and deposits the casket with a
care that evokes an image of fraternal empathy. It is the only emotion
they betray, but their gentleness is unmistakable and compelling. The
process continues until the last casket is removed from the plane. On
bad nights, this can take over an hour. The few of us observing say
nothing, the silence absolute, underscored by something sacred. There
is no rule or order that dictates it, but the silence is maintained
with a
discipline that needs no command.

The caskets are lowered together to the earth, where the soldiers lift
them into a van, one by one. The doors close, and the squad moves
out. Just before the van rounds the corner, someone speaks in a voice
just above a whisper. We snap to and extend a sharp salute.
There are those who would politicize this scene, making it the device
of
an argument over the freedom of the press. But if this scene were ever
to be exploited by the lights and cameras of our "infotainment"
industry,
it would be offensive. Still, the story must be told. A democracy's
lifeblood, after all, is an informed citizenry, and this image is
nowhere
in
the public mind. The men and women arriving in flag-draped caskets
do not deserve the disrespect of arriving in the dark confines of
secrecy. But it is a soldier's story, and it must be told through a
soldier's
eyes. In the military, we seldom discuss whether we are for or against
the war. Instead, we know intimately its cost. For those of us
standing
on the tarmac at Dover in those still and inky nights, our feelings
have
nothing to do with politics. They are feelings of sadness, of empathy.
And there is nothing abstract about them.




http://www.bluestarbase.org
"It is in truth not for glory, nor riches, nor honour that we are
fighting, but for
freedom--for that alone, which no good man gives up but with life
itself."
Declaration of
Arbroath, Scotland 1320
"Life is tough but it's tougher when you're stupid." John Wayne

also i suppose you

back off was how you spoke to people in the army


army/terrorists they all kill people there aint no differance


how anyone with a conscience can sleep at night with the takevoer of a
country i do not know.

its political course it is,military are the political pawns,they get used
and abused in ever conflict since time began and yet still more join up.



wrote in message ...
You are trying to make a political statement where it is NOT wanted or
needed.

Back off.

Dad, Veteran US Army

proma1 wrote:

its a shame Bush and Blair sent them on a war most of the world did not
agree with and that politicians in both countries lied about.

but yes its not the fault of those sent to do there job.

but maybe they should change there jobs,i would not do anything to
support
anything Bush or Blair wanted.

we will now have much more terrorism than ever,getting rid of Saddam and
Osama makes no differance and now we have as well as Israeli illegal
occupation of Palestinne,we have illegal ocupation of Iraq and
Afghanistan.

i call on all americans to do there duty and get rid of Bush and his
cohorts
by any means,remember what happened to Kennedy,someone can do it to Bush
just as easy,your elections can get rid of him hopefully.

as for our Blair in the UK well his days are numbered,too many lies have
got
him such a bad name,when labour politicians go on UK politics shows
now,everyone just laughs at the fairy stories,he is a liability,we need
a
good socialist Labour government to take us forward.

"David Fuller" wrote in message
...
Sir
I wish to express my gratitude to you and the members of the US
Army
3rd Infantry Regiment. Who honor our soldiers who have given their
lives
in support of our great nation.

So to you, all servicemen and women, and my fellow veterans I salute
for
a job well done. I for one appreciate the dedication to your country
and
to your respective services.

David Fuller
US Army Reserve Retired


"Cole Irons" wrote in message
...
X-no-archive: yes

Nation & World 2/2/04
Honoring the fallen, quietly
By Jonathan Evans

There are no reporters on the tarmac at Dover Air Force Base.
The public is not allowed to witness the military tradition of
"receiving the remains." Instead, there are soldiers, roused at
dark hours to stand in the confines of what seems like a secret
as the dead are brought home.

I am one of the soldiers. Nearly every day we learn of another death
in
Iraq. In our collective consciousness, we tally the statistics of dead
and
wounded. The number is over 500 now. But none of our conjurings are
as real and tangible as the Stars and Stripes folded perfectly over a
coffin cradling one of those statistics on his or her way home.

It does not matter where somebody stands politically on the war, but I
believe that all who have an opinion should know the cost of that
opinion. When a soldier dies in a foreign land, his or her remains are
returned to the United States for their final rest. The remains arrive
in
Dover, Del., without fanfare. No family member is present. There are
no young children to feel sad or confused. Just a small group of
soldiers waiting to do their duty and honor the fallen.

"Dover flights" are met by soldiers from the U.S. Army's 3rd Infantry
Regiment, the storied Old Guard. They are true soldiers, assigned to
an esteemed regiment, but it is a unit defined by polish, not mud. It
seems that they quietly long to be tested with their comrades "over
there." But it is clear to me as I watch them that they find immense
pride in honoring their country this way.

Silence. I am a helicopter pilot in the U.S. Army, and it is my job to
have the honor guard at Dover at whatever hour a flight arrives. In
military-speak, the plane's grim contents are referred to as "HRs"--
"human remains." Once the plane arrives, conversation ends. The
soldiers form a squad of two even ranks and march out to the tarmac.
A general follows, flanked by a chaplain and the ranking
representative
from the service in which the fallen soldier served.

The plane's cargo door opens slowly revealing a cavernous space. The
honor guard steps onto a mobile platform that is raised to the cargo
bay. The soldiers enter in lock-step formation and place themselves on
both sides of the casket. The squad lifts, the soldiers buckling
slightly
under the weight. The remains have been packed on ice into metal
containers that can easily exceed 500 pounds. The squad moves
slowly back onto the elevated platform and deposits the casket with a
care that evokes an image of fraternal empathy. It is the only emotion
they betray, but their gentleness is unmistakable and compelling. The
process continues until the last casket is removed from the plane. On
bad nights, this can take over an hour. The few of us observing say
nothing, the silence absolute, underscored by something sacred. There
is no rule or order that dictates it, but the silence is maintained
with a
discipline that needs no command.

The caskets are lowered together to the earth, where the soldiers lift
them into a van, one by one. The doors close, and the squad moves
out. Just before the van rounds the corner, someone speaks in a voice
just above a whisper. We snap to and extend a sharp salute.
There are those who would politicize this scene, making it the device
of
an argument over the freedom of the press. But if this scene were ever
to be exploited by the lights and cameras of our "infotainment"
industry,
it would be offensive. Still, the story must be told. A democracy's
lifeblood, after all, is an informed citizenry, and this image is
nowhere
in
the public mind. The men and women arriving in flag-draped caskets
do not deserve the disrespect of arriving in the dark confines of
secrecy. But it is a soldier's story, and it must be told through a
soldier's
eyes. In the military, we seldom discuss whether we are for or against
the war. Instead, we know intimately its cost. For those of us
standing
on the tarmac at Dover in those still and inky nights, our feelings
have
nothing to do with politics. They are feelings of sadness, of empathy.
And there is nothing abstract about them.




http://www.bluestarbase.org
"It is in truth not for glory, nor riches, nor honour that we are
fighting, but for
freedom--for that alone, which no good man gives up but with life
itself."
Declaration of
Arbroath, Scotland 1320
"Life is tough but it's tougher when you're stupid." John Wayne

proma1 wrote:

its a shame Bush and Blair sent them on a war most of the world did not
agree with and that politicians in both countries lied about.

but yes its not the fault of those sent to do there job.

but maybe they should change there jobs,i would not do anything to support
anything Bush or Blair wanted.

we will now have much more terrorism than ever,getting rid of Saddam and
Osama makes no differance and now we have as well as Israeli illegal
occupation of Palestinne,we have illegal ocupation of Iraq and Afghanistan.

i call on all americans to do there duty and get rid of Bush and his cohorts
by any means,remember what happened to Kennedy,someone can do it to Bush
just as easy,your elections can get rid of him hopefully.

as for our Blair in the UK well his days are numbered,too many lies have got
him such a bad name,when labour politicians go on UK politics shows
now,everyone just laughs at the fairy stories,he is a liability,we need a
good socialist Labour government to take us forward.
----------------------------
One that will nuke Islam and ALL ****ing Fundies back to the 12th
century where they came from. The only mistake in having Bush do
it is that he won't really understand why the Taliban was WRONG,
except that they blew up his friend's skyscrapers. We should have
poisoned the entire middle east to death a LONG time ago.
Steve

proma1 wrote:

also i suppose you

back off was how you spoke to people in the army
--------------------
You're a teenage dip**** who can't spell or write.
Steve

i am 37 actually and i how i spell or wrte has nothing to do with anything



"R. Steve Walz" wrote in message
...
proma1 wrote:

also i suppose you

back off was how you spoke to people in the army
--------------------
You're a teenage dip**** who can't spell or write.
Steve

proma1 wrote:

i am 37 actually and i how i spell or wrte has nothing to do with anything
-----------------------
It just means you're a ****ing lying little teeniebopper.
Steve



"R. Steve Walz" wrote in message
...
proma1 wrote:

also i suppose you

back off was how you spoke to people in the army
--------------------
You're a teenage dip**** who can't spell or write.
Steve

if i am 37 why i am a lying teenager????


Paul wey
2 icknield way
baldock
hertfordshire


38 on 12 th march,see i am not afraid to say who i am.

as for trollling blame the guy who started this whole thing off


god for country that beleivess in free speech,you dont have a clue

free speech to you is,only free if it supports right wing bigoted
views,anything left of centre and its,lets invade and free the people.

well as you can see all you have done on Iraq is bugger it up,yet again,and
we Brits under our dicator followed you.




"R. Steve Walz" wrote in message
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proma1 wrote:

i am 37 actually and i how i spell or wrte has nothing to do with
anything
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It just means you're a ****ing lying little teeniebopper.
Steve



"R. Steve Walz" wrote in message
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proma1 wrote:

also i suppose you

back off was how you spoke to people in the army
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You're a teenage dip**** who can't spell or write.
Steve