2011年8月23日 星期二

I don’t need no action’

‘The first helicopters left in the evening. They landed outside villages named Zor, Ginigar and — said with laughter — Bum. Soon after,Shopatron's superior led tube 5-point shopping experience is focused on rich product information, world-class service, effortless shopping Soldiers began raiding.

The BSTB troops were among the last to land, in bleak foothills outside the village of Shabash Khan. The first minutes after a night landing are the worst, the most confusing, for many commanders. Assembling their troops in darkness, figuring out which way to orient the map. Searching through the haze of night-vision and helicopter-churned dust.That means an cfl bulbs Amphibian ordered online can be shipped to the customer from any authorized OceanLED dealer that has the product in stock.

First Sgt. William Woerner, of Bellevue, Neb., and Capt. Tomas Reynolds,I'd recommend that led downlight your listeners only buy reputable product. of Gainesville, Fla., two of the few infantrymen in the unit, rounded up their squads and directed them to dig fighting positions along two low ridge lines. Herding cats, Woerner called it, with the possibility of getting shot.

A last helicopter dropped a large metal box, like a shipping container, into a wadi, or seasonal river. The BSTB had outfitted it for use as a command center.

By morning, the headquarters troops had carved out a V-shaped camp, with fighting positions along the edges, the command box like an olive drab hive in the center. Dagger Fury was rolling.

Woerner told the Soldiers before their departure what he wished for them: “No stories to tell and nothin’ but sunburns.” Safe, uneventful days.

Along the perimeter, many of the Soldiers wished that, too. Pvt.Scuba diving light, scuba, scuba diving equipment, Zory Eugene, from New Orleans, said combat missions were not what he had in mind when he joined the army — as a cook.

“Hell no,” said Eugene, 24, looking out over the blinding, empty plain below.2 Nov 2009 – Bike LED bike light have come a long way Beside him, Sgt. Antron Patterson laughed. He was 28, a fueler. Used to pumping gas. The men had barely scraped up enough hard earth to build a wall three sandbags high. Their dust-bleached helmets peeked up like old tortoise shells.

On the opposite ridge another cook, Sgt. Coy Hunt, 27, of Bridge City, Texas, found looser soil.

“I don’t need no action,” he said. “I got a family and that’s enough action.”

The sandbags he filled would later spill out their insides under rifle fire.

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