[LadyPilgrim]

Oh my!
I hope he's okay.
Never know what is going on in those folks minds!
But this is great!

[Jonah Hex]

Just damn, Frank!

You have to admit it, Frank has some big brass ones...

[Jeff Head]

The Iraqi police force will then try to collect the insurgents’ weapons, although the negotiators did not specify how the poorly armed force would persuade die-hard fighters to part with their guns.

This is rediculous. We look weak and afraid of our own shadow in doing this. To be negotiating with these animals at all is a travesty IMHO. The only option should be for them to come and lay down their weapons themselves, abjectly at our Marines' feet. or face THIS.

[Burkeman1]

Right- like this guy if for real?

Meanwhile AJ and the rest of the Arab and Moslem media is reporting how American troops are blasting songs from such heavy metal groups as AC/DC like "Hells Bells" and "Dirty Deeds done Dirt Cheap". They are translating those songs' lyrics to millions of their Arab and Moslem viewers. Nice- real smart.

[McGavin999]

Brave man, I hope he survived.

[Jewels1091]

God's Angels be around 'Frank'.

[SwinneySwitch]

"The “psy-ops” soldiers spend their days blasting the guerrillas with heavy metal music and taunting the gunmen into exposing themselves to American snipers"

They should play "The Battle Hymn of the Republic"!

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord;
He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored;
He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword;
His truth is marching on.

CHORUS:
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
His truth is marching on.

I have seen Him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps;
They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps;
I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps,
His day is marching on.

I have read His fiery gospel writ in rows of burnished steel!
"As ye deal with my contemners, so with you My grace shall deal!
Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with his heel,"
Since God is marching on.

He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat;
He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment seat;
Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him; be jubilant, my feet!
Our God is marching on.

In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea,
With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me;
As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free!
While God is marching on.

They'll all come out!