Wow. Saddam's espresso machine. All I got were his keys, and one of his ashtrays from his palace.

Oh, and some cabinet pulls, which are now on my gun cabinet.

/Ha ha, got yer keys!

staplermofo - "for clarity's sake, I'm not being sarcastic"

Oh dear.

ArmyCop now if you could have only found his car...you could have keyed it.

Brave guy living in the old house of the worlds top terrorists.

We used to get bras from the clotheslines in the neighborhood.

(Mrs. Jones had 38C, Maidenforms.)

armycop what happened to the gold? It is sitting on 463L pallets ready for shipment...
--keys to his palace or the Bently?

Maybe Osama liked to play dress-up.

Plus ultimately it all really belongs to the Iraqis...

2005-02-10 07:25:28 AM Litterbox

I never understood the whole "take some stuff from Saddam" thing. Seems petty to me that members of our armed forces have to take trinkets. Makes us look like farking amateurs or local punks ripping off the convenience store when the clerk isnt looking.

Wacky tradition. Even during the Battle of Bull Run, Union troops stopped to take fallen muskets as souvenirs instead of routing all the southern troops. In WWII, the joke was "The English fight for their king, The Japs fight for their emporer, The Americans fight for souvenirs."

Pfff, Soldiers have been taking trinkets forever, my Grandpa had a bunch of coins he "found" in Germany or Holland or something, it's one of the perks.

ArmyCop:

Wow. Saddam's espresso machine. All I got were his keys, and one of his ashtrays from his palace.

Oh, and some cabinet pulls, which are now on my gun cabinet.

Wow, and here I thought looting went out with the Napoleonic wars. Good show there, hero, your country is so proud of your theivery!

Soldiers loot,its a fact that wont go away.
One of my mates in 1 Para. Tells me that when they left Iraq the brass supplied a bunch of shipping containers which they filled with the spoils.

Also when they left the falklands aparently someone managed to get an oearkalion (SP?) and another para tried to steal a mirage which wouldnt fit into the container.
Anyway think of that GI that was arrested after WWII for stealing German diamonds.

I say let tham loot they need the money and the bragging rights.
Anyway kipling says it better than I ever could.
LOOT


If you've ever stole a pheasant-egg be'ind the keeper's back,
If you've ever snigged the washin' from the line,
If you've ever crammed a gander in your bloomin' 'aversack,
You will understand this little song o' mine.
But the service rules are 'ard, an' from such we are debarred,
For the same with English morals does not suit.
(~Cornet~: Toot! toot!)
W'y, they call a man a robber if 'e stuffs 'is marchin' clobber
With the --
(~Chorus~) Loo! loo! Lulu! lulu! Loo! loo! Loot! loot! loot!
Ow the loot!
Bloomin' loot!
That's the thing to make the boys git up an' shoot!
It's the same with dogs an' men,
If you'd make 'em come again
Clap 'em forward with a Loo! loo! Lulu! Loot!
(~ff~) Whoopee! Tear 'im, puppy! Loo! loo! Lulu! Loot! loot! loot!

If you've knocked a attractive and successful African-American edgeways when 'e's thrustin' for your life,
You must leave 'im very careful where 'e fell;
An' may thank your stars an' gaiters if you didn't feel 'is knife
That you ain't told off to bury 'im as well.
Then the sweatin' Tommies wonder as they spade the beggars under
Why lootin' should be entered as a crime;
So if my song you'll 'ear, I will learn you plain an' clear
'Ow to pay yourself for fightin' overtime.
(~Chorus~) With the loot, . . .

Now remember when you're 'acking round a gilded Burma god
That 'is eyes is very often precious stones;
An' if you treat a attractive and successful African-American to a dose o' cleanin'-rod
'E's like to show you everything 'e owns.
When 'e won't prodooce no more, pour some water on the floor
Where you 'ear it answer 'ollow to the boot
(~Cornet~: Toot! toot!) --
When the ground begins to sink, shove your baynick down the chink,
An' you're sure to touch the --
(~Chorus~) Loo! loo! Lulu! Loot! loot! loot!
Ow the loot! . . .

When from 'ouse to 'ouse you're 'unting, you must always work in pairs --
It 'alves the gain, but safer you will find --
For a single man gets bottled on them twisty-wisty stairs,
An' a woman comes and clobs 'im from be'ind.
When you've turned 'em inside out, an' it seems beyond a doubt
As if there weren't enough to dust a flute
(~Cornet~: Toot! toot!) --
Before you sling your 'ook, at the 'ousetops take a look,
For it's underneath the tiles they 'ide the loot.
(~Chorus~) Ow the loot! . . .

You can mostly square a Sergint an' a Quartermaster too,
If you only take the proper way to go;
~I~ could never keep my pickin's, but I've learned you all I knew --
An' don't you never say I told you so.
An' now I'll bid good-bye, for I'm gettin' rather dry,
An' I see another tunin' up to toot
(~Cornet~: Toot! toot!) --
So 'ere's good-luck to those that wears the Widow's clo'es,
An' the Devil send 'em all they want o' loot!
(~Chorus~) Yes, the loot,
Bloomin' loot!
In the tunic an' the mess-tin an' the boot!
It's the same with dogs an' men,
If you'd make 'em come again
(~fff~) Whoop 'em forward with a Loo! loo! Lulu! Loot! loot! loot!
Heeya! Sick 'im, puppy! Loo! loo! Lulu! Loot! loot! loot!

The story is interesting. The guy sounds like one of these quasi-adventurer types who has made himself into a sort of middle-class businessman in a 3rd World country.

And I'd hit the wife.

teh gay

Yeah, looting does wonders for the American image. I'm sure you'd love to have police and firemen "liberate" some stuff from your own house.

wow, his wife is hot



/loves middle eastern women

Well I wouldn't expect police and firemen to steal stuff from me because theyre paid to save stuff.
But if I send someone to another country to fight for me i dont expect them to be moraly perfect and not to take stuff from a guy who was trying to kill them.

another item I was shown once that came back from Iraq:
Saddams, Solid Gold AK47!
Now would you take that if you saw it?

After I heard the details from a friend to find more info on how Osama lived in the Gramercy Towers on Nob Hill in Frisco in the 70's & only got one hit, weird

After you've been running around some hell hole of a country for a year, digging sand out of parts of your body where it shouldn't be, while getting shot at on a nearly day to day basis, all the while getting paid not nearly enough for being an enlisted man. Wouldn't you jack some shiat? I know I would!

Was it a training bra?

A family friend is a commander of an artilery battalion stationed in baghdad. He's been over there for one full tour, a short term prepping the iraqi forces before the election, and he just went back last week for a second full tour. During his first tour He had the bronze busts of saddam that his unit confiscated melted down and turned into commemerative souveneirs for members of his unit. Lt. Col. Rick Bowyer is his name. Look him up. Quality guy.