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Said goodbye to his mamma As he left South Dakota To fight for the Red, White, and Blue He was eightteen and green with a new M-16 Just doing what he had to do He was dropped in the jungle And the choppers would rumble With the scent of napalm in the air And the sergeant said, "Look up ahead" Like a dark, evil cloud Twelve hundred came down On him and 400 more They fought for their lives But most of them died In the 173rd Airborne On the 8th of November The angels were crying As they buried his brothers away With the fire raining down And the hell all around There were few men left standing that day Saw the eagle fly, Through a clear and b

So I heard that it might be a close race between Jeb and Clinton. Oh well, either way we're going to have a bush in the White House. (Think about iiitt!)

  Day 34: January? ,2030 On December 23rd, 2030 the world we knew for thousands of years changed forever. There had always been those who had predicted such an enormous event. The Mayans. The Aztecs. Nostradamus. John of Patmos, the disciple who wrote the book of Revelations. These people, these civilizations all have something in common. Each one had predicted the end of days, and, despite their warnings, each and every one of them were dismissed time and time again as bullshit fallacies. We ignored their premonitions. And now we're paying that price with our lives. Day after day more of us are dying at the hands of the dead. When we die w

A Sailor's Prayer Dear Lord, I'm just a sailor A protector of our land. A servant called to battle When my country takes a stand. I pray for strength and courage And a heart that will forgive. For peace and understanding In a world for all to live. My family's prayers are with me. No matter where I roam. Please listen when I'm lonely And return me to my home.  -Amen