You have really missed out.
West Texas farms and ranches are great for all night wedding celebrations. Party crashers risk being strung up on a mesquite or fence while a coyote pees on your leg.
Ever been to a wedding where firearms were involved? My cousin was married on a ranch outside Coahoma, Texas. The groom was escorted by shotgun and a disruptor was shot by the bride's father with a black powder pistol. This was back in '85.
Yeah, but were they in a war zone, with 'copters hovering overhead? Who just -might- not take kindly to someone shooting at them? And can call in reinforcements somewhat more potent than a coyote to pee on your leg???
A wedding party at 0300 hours?"
You have really missed out.
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Right on target.
When I was in Kuwait for 10 weeks, the religous day for weddings is our thursday night. This firefight occured on Tuesday or Wednesday. This was no wedding. Today on MSNBC, CNN and Fox Centcom in Iraq, stated that zero, no children were killed in the attack and this is verfied. Syrian passports, mortors, ak47, satillete phone, etc.
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To these whinners
A “Col Jeesup's rant” I think it's time for Donald Rumsfeld to have a few words with Michael Moore:
"Liberals, we live in a world that has walls and those walls need to be guarded by men with guns. Who's gonna do it? You? You, Michael Moore?"
"I have a greater responsibility than you can possibly fathom. You weep for prisoners at Abu Ghraib and curse the Commander-In-Chief, you have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know: that prisoner intimidation at Abu Ghraib, while tragic, probably saved lives and that my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves lives."
"You don't want the truth because deep down in places you don't talk about at Hollywood parties you want me on that wall, you need me on that wall. We use words like honor, code, loyalty. We use then as the backbone of a life trying to defend something. You use them as a punch line in a propaganda movie. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very freedom I provide and then questions the manner in which I provide it.
I would rather you just said "thank you," and went back to Flint or Paris or maybe Havana. Otherwise, I suggest that you take off that ridiculous cap, put down the recording equipment, push away from the feeding trough, waddle your fat ass outta my sight and SHUT YOUR MOUTH! Either way, I don't give a damn what you think you are entitled to."