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He wished he could find some great sadness, or even anger, but the emotion wasn't there and he couldn't make it happen. Twice a week, when the resupply choppers came in, they carried hot chow in green mermite cans and large canvas bags filled with iced beer and soda pop. The pressures were enormous. It wasn't cruelty, just stage presence. It was the sex-phobic Fifties. He realized it was only a gesture.
You win some, you lose some, said Mitchell Sanders, and sometimes you settle for a rain check. Because the land was mined and booby-trapped, it was SOP for each man to carry a steel-centered, nylon-covered flak jacket, which weighed 6. His victim didn't recognize him until later, but the baddie takes off his mask in full view of the nearby Ryo. The taillights and dual headlamps were flush to the body, the rear wheels were enclosed; there were chrome-enhanced, wraparound bumpers, a dust-proof luggage compartment, and one no longer had to step up from the running board to get inside. He wanted to know her. Slip says the flea market will last until dark and if the market should be canceled due lie. On April 16, when Lee Strunk drew the number 17, he laughed and muttered something and went down quickly.
She often quoted lines of poetry; she never mentioned the war, except to say, Jimmy, take care of yourself. Awkwardly, the men would reassemble themselves, first in private, then in groups, becoming soldiers again. We'll have things fixed soon. By daylight they took sniper fire, at night they were mortared, but it was not battle, it was just the endless march, village to village, without purpose, nothing won or lost. This was not Mount Sebastian, it was another world, where there were no pretty poems or midterm exams, a place where men died because of carelessness and gross stupidity. He was a soldier, after all. The second report luncheon" meeting ot division leaders add campaign team captains will be held Tuesday noon at the YWCA.