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Post by The Herald Erjen on May 23, 2019 9:04:42 GMT
Put on PsyWarOp. Make it loud. This is a Romeo Foxtrot. Shall we dance?
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Post by The Herald Erjen on May 23, 2019 9:22:00 GMT
Don't you think it's a little risky for R & R?
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Post by The Herald Erjen on May 23, 2019 9:42:32 GMT
And to prove it, we're gonna give you some entertainment we know you're gonna like!
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Post by The Herald Erjen on May 23, 2019 9:50:38 GMT
Outstanding, Red Team. Outstanding. Getcha a case of beer for that one.
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Post by Popeye Doyle on May 23, 2019 16:20:41 GMT
I'd wake up and there'd be nothing. I hardly said a word to my wife, until I said "yes" to a divorce. When I was here, I wanted to be there.
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Post by maya55555 on May 23, 2019 19:39:42 GMT
The crew were mostly kids; rock & rollers with one foot in their grave.
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Post by maya55555 on May 23, 2019 19:57:16 GMT
This Colonel guy? He's wacko, man! He's worse than crazy. He's evil. It's fuckin' pagan idolatry. Look around you. Shit! He's loco... I ain't afraid of all them fuckin' skulls and altars and shit.
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Post by maya55555 on May 23, 2019 20:33:10 GMT
One through nine, no maybes, no supposes, no fractions. You can't travel in space, you can't go out into space, you know, without, like, you know, uh, with fractions - what are you going to land on - one-quarter, three-eighths? What are you going to do when you go from here to Venus or something? That's dialectic physics.
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Post by moviebuffbrad on May 23, 2019 20:34:50 GMT
The horror...the horror...
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Post by vegalyra on May 24, 2019 0:21:39 GMT
Disneyland? Fuck, man, this is better than Disneyland!
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Post by maya55555 on May 24, 2019 2:45:20 GMT
You're in the asshole of the world Captain.
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Post by maya55555 on May 24, 2019 2:52:54 GMT
Who's the commanding officer here, soldier?
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Post by vegalyra on May 24, 2019 14:59:37 GMT
The machinist, the one they called Chef, was from New Orleans. He was wrapped too tight for Vietnam; probably wrapped too tight for New Orleans. Lance, on the forward .50s, was a famous surfer from the beaches south of LA. One look at him and you wouldn't believe he ever fired a weapon in his whole life. Clean... Mr. Clean... was from some South Bronx shithole and the light and space of Vietnam really put the zap on his head. Then there was Phillips, the Chief. It might have been my mission, but it sure as shit was the Chief's boat!
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Post by The Herald Erjen on May 24, 2019 18:51:01 GMT
You need a flare? No. He's close, man. He's real close.
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Post by The Herald Erjen on May 24, 2019 19:11:29 GMT
I thought all you young guys liked a lighter board.
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Post by The Herald Erjen on May 25, 2019 0:48:23 GMT
And this ain't the Army! You are a sailor! So get rid of that frizzly Army-looking shirt, and stop smoking that dope!
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Post by maya55555 on May 25, 2019 1:29:17 GMT
: What the hell do you know about surfing, Major? You're from goddamned New Jersey!
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Post by maya55555 on May 25, 2019 1:34:12 GMT
You like it hot, don't you Captain?
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Post by maya55555 on May 25, 2019 1:40:00 GMT
I used to think if I died in an evil place, then my soul wouldn't be able to make it to heaven. But now, fuck. I don't care where it goes as long it ain't here.
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Post by maya55555 on May 25, 2019 1:44:34 GMT
Any man brave enough to fight wit his guts strapped to him can drink from my canteen any day.
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