A family friend headed a Marine sniper team in Iraq. I sent him the traditional spam in every care package I got together for him. I told him I did not expect him to eat the stuff, but his team should cook it and dip their bullets in it and let the local Iraqi’s know. That way when they shot one of them he would go straight to hell because of the pork fat and never even be able to wave to the 72 virgins as he went by.
I sent baby wipes and spices, jerky, batterys
we should have never tried to occupy Afghanistan, and should have never given up Iraq
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