Glad this got resolved, gents. We have enough bad guys to fight without fussin' amongst ourselves.
And for you troops who are out there sweating, fighting, bleeding and sometimes dying, please know that there are a lot of people praying for your safe returns.
Every single day I pray to God and ask him to please get Iraq and those other places unf*cked so ya'll can come back home. Sorry for the barracks language, but old habits die hard. If I were younger and lighter with two working knees I'd be out there taking scalps with the rest of you.
I've spent every day since I left the Army pacing like a crippled tiger in a cage, and ever since 9/11 I've paced all the faster as my frustration grows at my ever failing health.
Keep yourselves sharp, gents. Don't ever forget, not that you need an old fart to remind you, to never take anything for granted - there are a lot of folks out there just looking for an opportunity to kill you, and a bunch of them don't mind dying in the process. So, see them first, kill them first, and then come on back home, regardless whether your home is in the US, Britain, Australia, Denmark, Poland or where ever.
Don