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2008-12-25 10:45:52 PM
That's awesome.
 
2008-12-26 01:19:27 AM
That was amusing. U-S-A, U-S-A!
 
2008-12-26 02:54:40 AM
Straighten up you guys. We cannot allow our Afghan friends to go off half-cocked in the face of stiffening resistance. We need firm, upright alliances in our rigid stand against global terrorism.

There's an old desert saying: If you meet a Bedouin, help them pitch a tent.
 
2008-12-26 03:38:53 AM
Taliboner.
 
2008-12-26 03:41:36 AM
There's an old desert saying: If you meet a Bedouin, help them pitch a tent.

There's an old Bedouin saying: A good friend helps another pitch their tent.

/FTFM
 
2008-12-26 03:49:56 AM
Well, I would hope a bang's involved somewhere. Otherwise, that's a wasted boner, man.
 
2008-12-26 03:50:21 AM
The grinning chief offered up a bonanza of information about Taliban movements and supply routes

Wait wait, you mean there are better ways to get info than torture? But what the hell are we supposed to do with all these human pyramids??

www.smh.com.au
 
2008-12-26 03:53:06 AM
I have some email that I could contribute to the war effort.
 
2008-12-26 03:54:29 AM
Freak:
Wait wait, you mean there are better ways to get info than torture?


Weird, innit?
 
2008-12-26 03:59:18 AM
See, you don't need 72 virgins, only a couple.
 
2008-12-26 03:59:31 AM
Freak: Wait wait, you mean there are better ways to get info than torture?

Clearly this is all just a big misunderstanding. The above incident was just the result of an accidental deicimal point error causing the powers that be to think some fetishes were substantially more popular.
 
2008-12-26 03:59:40 AM
The whole thing is a perversion. What are we going to "win" in Afghanistan? Bragging rights for George Walker Bush to delusionally say that he "liberated" Afghanistan. Who is the Taliban anyway? Followers of Saudi Wahhabism, and they are back anyway. Saudi Arabia, the Bush family's dear friends and investment partners. Saudi Arabia where they still chop off the hands of thieves and the heads of those accused of crimes worse than thievery. In public executions that the public is forced to watch. So they no longer have such executions now that the Taliban has been dispersed, but they'll be back in spite of how many pills we give them. And this is the war that almost made sense, never mind Iraq, but Iraq's included in the 50,000,000 people that Bush claims to have "liberated". I suppose he should show some modesty, and at least bring it down to 49,000,000 for the 1,000,000 Iraqis killed in Iraq since Bush's incursion. And so this is Christmas, and what have you done?
 
2008-12-26 04:01:10 AM
And no, the 72 does not stand for 72 virgins.
 
2008-12-26 04:01:22 AM
Freak: Wait wait, you mean there are better ways to get info than torture?

Depends on whether you're asking the old tribal leader, or his four young wives.
 
2008-12-26 04:02:13 AM
at first it sounded like a hard pill to swallow, but now that my mind has been engorged with this info i beleive this could end up being a sticky situation....


/ehh
//boner
 
2008-12-26 04:03:20 AM
Don't they have enough tents over there? Do we really need to help them pitch some more tents?
 
2008-12-26 04:04:39 AM
It's always about hearts and minds in the long run. You'll never bomb someone into liking you.

But when you only own a hammer, every problem looks like a nail.
 
2008-12-26 04:06:06 AM
i168.photobucket.com
 
2008-12-26 04:06:30 AM
This is just another effort by the anti-smoking lobby, who would have us forego the time-honored tradition of bribing people with cigarettes.
 
2008-12-26 04:09:27 AM
For those of you who have never seen combat, nor the after effects of combat, let me show you a picture. I've attended a few funerals in Iraq. When they form up and do roll call and call out the soldier's name...and then they call it again...and then they note that he is not present, it is one of the most heartbreaking things you may ever feel.

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Before today, I never saw so many grown men crying. A week after my friend Chevy was killed, a memorial service was held for him. Every day after his death we've been going out on missions, not having any time to reflect on what had happened. Bottled emotions poured out from each and every one of us as I watched everyone including myself sob at the sight of the pictures of him and his daughter, and the words of those closest to him.

We came to Baqubah a day earlier, to quell the insurgent uprising taking place here. New security measures taking place in Baghdad forced them out of the capital and into rural areas like Daliya Province, where Baqubah resides. On the whole, the city is the smallest we've worked thus far. Mosul and Baghdad have residents numbering in the millions; Baqubah has a little under 300,000. Despite its size, we were told beforehand that this was going to be a fierce fight. The unit working here has lost a man a week to attacks, and they were incredibly undermanned for this task. Al Qaeda said they chose this area to stay and fight. On March 14, a fight is what we got.

The first few hours of our opening mission were spent driving from street to street, clearing and searching abandoned houses. Since the Cavalry unit here has far less men than us, they rarely conducted searches and clears like we've been accustomed to. Almost immediately out of the gate, the 25mm guns on their Bradleys were rocking anyone under suspicion. The rules of engagement are a little more relaxed than they were in Baghdad. Anyone burning a tire in the road to soften it up for emplacing a bomb is shot. Anyone laying cable to hook up to a bomb is shot. Shot is an understatement in this situation. A 25mm shell entering a human being's body leaves a hole the size of a grapefruit. Dudes poking their heads over gates to watch our convoys roll by are left more aerodynamic than they were before. In this city, the term ghost town is defined by its empty streets and closed shops. People living here were threatened with death to leave, and to hand over their weapons for militants to use against us. That doesn't leave the best and brightest to greet us on our first day in the streets.

We loaded up after awhile to drive down the road to show our presence to anyone left in town. Passing by a school, a little kid covered his ears. Within seconds, a boom filled the ears and brains of everyone in the convoy. Out of the hatch, my team leader shouted "Oh my God" and started shooting . Over the radio, our fears were realized: "Catastrophic kill, with casualties," meaning a vehicle was damaged so badly that it couldn't drive out of there under its own power. RPGs and machine guns started to blaze seemingly from all directions. We immediately got out to take hold of a rooftop position across the street. I never looked back at the carnage but I heard the distinct sound of a 25mm gun tearing into concrete. In the house, I encountered a man saying "no, no" over and over holding his hands up. Instead of putting my fists into his head like I envisioned I would (did he have anything to do with it?), I grabbed his 120lb frame and threw him across the room and ran up the stairs leading to the roof. Up there I saw the most unholy sight: a Stryker lying on its side in a hole and the damaged bodies of my friends coming out of the back. The Bradley gun turned with a mechanical growl to face the gunmen near the school, putting rounds through the wall and sparking a fire on the next building. I loaded a grenade to launch in the direction everyone was shooting, but power lines compromised the overhead arc I needed to shoot it. Instead I watched down the road which would most likely be used in a counter attack. I couldn't help but look back at the gruesome sights and sounds, of the screams of those inside. Someone was unfolding a body bag next to the wall of the school when we got the word to come back down, run across the street and secure the school to house the casualties. Smoke was thrown to conceal our movement and we sprinted across under the cover of Bradley fire. My friend Steve was on top of the vehicle, standing up to shoot the 50 cal, mowing down three or four dudes on a rooftop. We held in the courtyard of the school for a moment, searching some of the rooms covered in blood. A small child had his brains dangling from his head like spaghetti. Another was paralyzed, yet another crawling in a crimson pool. We headed back to the courtyard with the shrieks of the teachers and stray civilians behind us. The survivors of the blast stumbled in, dusty, banged up and coughing. One of them loaded a grenade into his tube, ready to fire. He was warned it could've been damaged and to not fire it. A guy in my team, his very best friend, embraced him and kissed his dirtied cheek. I asked the dude standing in the hatch about everyone's condition. He looked at me with the most regretful of eyes and said "Chevy was killed on impact." I was shot out of my terrestrial existence. In seconds it was back to business. We moved to the rear of the school to bring in the civilians on the other side of the wall to protect them from the fire of our guns and theirs. I covered my team leader as he escorted several crying women through the gate. A dude kept poking his head over a wall across the road. I put my rifle on fire, waiting for the next time. It never came. Once we put the people into a classroom, we moved out to begin clearing houses in the area. The firing still has not ceased. House after house, room after room. Set up on a roof, RPGS come whizzing over our heads, exploding somewhere in the distance. Movement behind gates brings fire from our guns. A jet roars overhead so low we can see the pilot's helmet, and there's talk of it dropping a bomb on a distant house holding gunmen. After a bit we continue our clear down the street. Men running across the street are met with whizzing bullets, a warning to stay in their houses. The bloodlust we all felt began to simmer a bit, and we were a little nicer to the few residents we encountered throughout the day. What had happened began to sink in, but it wasn't fully realized. We loaded up in the evening without one of our own. Twenty five families were missing their fathers and sons. Several mourned innocent children's lives lost. And somewhere in Georgia, a little girl is missing her daddy.


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2008-12-26 04:11:00 AM
it's like the 70's all over again. and the 80's. and the 50's, 60's, and 90's, and whatever this decade is called.
 
2008-12-26 04:12:09 AM
Great. An old man with a hard-on.

*shudder*
 
2008-12-26 04:13:54 AM
I like to fist Muslims.
 
2008-12-26 04:14:58 AM
There are generics or equivalents of Viagra available worldwide. This is a one-time story, until we hear about the bad guys giving the stuff away like candy.
 
2008-12-26 04:15:08 AM
FTA:The usual bribes of choice -- cash and weapons -- aren't always the best options, Afghanistan veterans say. Guns too often fall into the wrong hands, they say, and showy gifts such as money, jewelry and cars tend to draw unwanted attention.

Funny, because: CNN: U.S. to arm local Afghans to fight Taliban
 
2008-12-26 04:18:48 AM
Weener tag broken?

Ooooo that sounds bad just saying it.
 
2008-12-26 04:20:11 AM
My brother is in Afghanistan. I sent him this story and told him to watch his ass.
 
2008-12-26 04:22:22 AM
Just goes to show that Muslims are limped-dicked.
 
2008-12-26 04:22:45 AM
70Ford: For those of you who have never seen combat, nor the after effects of combat, let me show you a picture. I've attended a few funerals in Iraq. When they form up and do roll call and call out the soldier's name...and then they call it again...and then they note that he is not present, it is one of the most heartbreaking things you may ever feel.



Before today, I never saw so many grown men crying. A week after my friend Chevy was killed, a memorial service was held for him. Every day after his death we've been going out on missions, not having any time to reflect on what had happened. Bottled emotions poured out from each and every one of us as I watched everyone including myself sob at the sight of the pictures of him and his daughter, and the words of those closest to him.

We came to Baqubah a day earlier, to quell the insurgent uprising taking place here. New security measures taking place in Baghdad forced them out of the capital and into rural areas like Daliya Province, where Baqubah resides. On the whole, the city is the smallest we've worked thus far. Mosul and Baghdad have residents numbering in the millions; Baqubah has a little under 300,000. Despite its size, we were told beforehand that this was going to be a fierce fight. The unit working here has lost a man a week to attacks, and they were incredibly undermanned for this task. Al Qaeda said they chose this area to stay and fight. On March 14, a fight is what we got.

The first few hours of our opening mission were spent driving from street to street, clearing and searching abandoned houses. Since the Cavalry unit here has far less men than us, they rarely conducted searches and clears like we've been accustomed to. Almost immediately out of the gate, the 25mm guns on their Bradleys were rocking anyone under suspicion. The rules of engagement are a little more relaxed than they were in Baghdad. Anyone burning a tire in the road to soften it up for emplacing a bomb is shot. Anyone laying cable to hook up to a bomb is shot. Shot is an understatement in this situation. A 25mm shell entering a human being's body leaves a hole the size of a grapefruit. Dudes poking their heads over gates to watch our convoys roll by are left more aerodynamic than they were before. In this city, the term ghost town is defined by its empty streets and closed shops. People living here were threatened with death to leave, and to hand over their weapons for militants to use against us. That doesn't leave the best and brightest to greet us on our first day in the streets.

We loaded up after awhile to drive down the road to show our presence to anyone left in town. Passing by a school, a little kid covered his ears. Within seconds, a boom filled the ears and brains of everyone in the convoy. Out of the hatch, my team leader shouted "Oh my God" and started shooting . Over the radio, our fears were realized: "Catastrophic kill, with casualties," meaning a vehicle was damaged so badly that it couldn't drive out of there under its own power. RPGs and machine guns started to blaze seemingly from all directions. We immediately got out to take hold of a rooftop position across the street. I never looked back at the carnage but I heard the distinct sound of a 25mm gun tearing into concrete. In the house, I encountered a man saying "no, no" over and over holding his hands up. Instead of putting my fists into his head like I envisioned I would (did he have anything to do with it?), I grabbed his 120lb frame and threw him across the room and ran up the stairs leading to the roof. Up there I saw the most unholy sight: a Stryker lying on its side in a hole and the damaged bodies of my friends coming out of the back. The Bradley gun turned with a mechanical growl to face the gunmen near the school, putting rounds through the wall and sparking a fire on the next building. I loaded a grenade to launch in the direction everyone was shooting, but power lines compromised the overhead arc I needed to shoot it. Instead I watched down the road which would most likely be used in a counter attack. I couldn ...


I imagine it's even worse when you can't get a boner.
 
2008-12-26 04:23:07 AM
so they're drug dealers now? (unless the guy had a prescription, then just pharmacists)

and would it kill them to bring some Cialis instead of Viagra for a guy who has to take care of 4 women?
 
2008-12-26 04:23:23 AM
Kevin72: And no, the 72 does not stand for 72 virgins.

Dear God, please tell us just what the fark you are talking about. Your link in your profile makes as much sense as an Art Bell AM show.
 
2008-12-26 04:32:37 AM
www.northernsun.com
 
2008-12-26 04:33:56 AM
Seems benign. Not particularly expensive, not flashy (one *hopes*), nor especially dangerous, nor requiring political favors from Karzai or others (such as an office), nor likely to result in a bidding war (in ED drugs? :o), and not something like blackmail that relies on involuntary cooperation.
 
2008-12-26 04:37:21 AM
Good thing there's no way that the Taliban could get hold of Viagra or any other medication.
 
2008-12-26 04:39:14 AM
Drop pants not bombs?
 
2008-12-26 04:43:28 AM
This title is T-shirt worthy.
 
2008-12-26 04:53:27 AM
That's awesome and another example of things we all have in common regardless of country or ethnicity.

As for the people who mention torture... Umm, as far as I know, we've never EVER rounded up Tribal Leaders and waterboarded them, nor have we sent them to GITMO. I think you're having a problem telling the difference between the people activly shooting at our guys and people who just happen to be in charge of a region.

Would have prefered a slightly better spin on the article - you know make it look like we build schools and offer medical treatment because we want to help and not just as some kind of bribe. I'm sure our soldiers are doing very good things even when a Tribal leader isn't promising them the world for it.
 
2008-12-26 04:54:15 AM
fanbladesaresharp: Kevin72: And no, the 72 does not stand for 72 virgins.

Dear God, please tell us just what the fark you are talking about. Your link in your profile makes as much sense as an Art Bell AM show.


My God. Does he really think Time magazine is plagiarizing its covers from his site? Or is that satire? Help me, I can't figure it out.
 
2008-12-26 04:56:02 AM
img360.imageshack.us
 
2008-12-26 05:00:26 AM
Sorry, Kevin72, my post was out of line. I apologize.

Time for sleep here.
 
2008-12-26 05:03:06 AM
MadAzza: fanbladesaresharp: Kevin72: And no, the 72 does not stand for 72 virgins.

Dear God, please tell us just what the fark you are talking about. Your link in your profile makes as much sense as an Art Bell AM show.

My God. Does he really think Time magazine is plagiarizing its covers from his site? Or is that satire? Help me, I can't figure it out.


Well we're at a bit of a crossroads there. I don't have an answer for that one.
 
2008-12-26 05:15:55 AM
effyew2: Just goes to show that Muslims are limped-dicked.

...and yet Viagra's made in America and sold in America to Americans.
 
2008-12-26 05:18:05 AM
Befuddled: Good thing there's no way that the Taliban could get hold of Viagra or any other medication.


I expect that is because they have their spam filters set too high.
 
2008-12-26 05:19:00 AM
assets.nydailynews.com

ken-welch.com

www.spacewar.com

msnbcmedia3.msn.com

"...um, actually, Sir, our assignment was to enable free elections.
 
2008-12-26 05:35:47 AM
70Ford: For those of you who have never seen combat, nor the after effects of combat, let me show you a picture. I've attended a few funerals in Iraq. When they form up and do roll call and call out the soldier's name...and then they call it again...and then they note that he is not present, it is one of the most heartbreaking things you may ever feel.


Buehler? Buehler?

Link (new window)
 
2008-12-26 05:44:36 AM
olderbudnoweiser: "...um, actually, Sir, our assignment was to enable free elections.

Well done.
 
2008-12-26 05:53:57 AM
I see...cheif got his teepee back.
 
2008-12-26 06:23:28 AM
Sweet. Now he can go back to farking his child-wives!

Are we out of ideas over there or just trying everything without thinking?
 
2008-12-26 06:31:23 AM
Do we really need to help them breed more?
 
2008-12-26 06:43:34 AM
EL_FABREZ Quote 2008-12-26 06:23:28 AM
Sweet. Now he can go back to farking his child-wives!


This.

I'm sure if we knew anything about his wives, this story would be a whole lot darker.
 
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