On Feb 7, 5:01 pm, Jack Linthicum wrote:
On Feb 7, 4:30 pm, "Dean A. Markley" wrote:



Jack Linthicum wrote:
On Feb 7, 12:03 am, BlackBeard wrote:
On Feb 6, 1:19 pm, Jack Linthicum wrote:

You know one of those last remaining al Qaeda in Anbar types is
stoking up the game to get just one V-22.
That is probably true. They will target everything from Humvees,
C-130's, and the Osprey. What is the point in that statement? They
will target anything to hurt us.
The sad thing is that some of the most outspoken critics of the
Osprey, some of our own citizens and members of this group, seem to be
hoping for it only to bolster their argument against it.
As I said before, every platform out there has weaknesses, there is
nothing, repeat nothing in our arsenal that can't be killed. Men will
die in the Osprey, it is going to happen. Who in this group is going
to find that to be a good event and use it to say "I told you so?" I
can think of a couple that will. And they disgust me.

BB

I guess everybody has some mountain to climb.
It's just fate whether you live in Kansas or Tibet...

David Markley decided that my offering an "early warning" to those who
post in this group was some form of "rooting for American soldiers to
die". Far from it, the more the V-22 flies milk runs, the sooner some
bright type will work out a means of hitting it in the air or on the
ground.

Jack, my name is Dean. And I didn't decide anything. I merely stated
that your writing made it sound like you were rooting for American
soldiers to die. I know what you mean now that you have clarified it.
However your original writing was NOT that clear.

Dean

You know one of those last remaining al Qaeda in Anbar types is
stoking up the game to get just one V-22.

I deal in realism, there seems to be a heavy air of fantasy about the
V-22 in this group. You know Cheney tried to get it canceled? It's
made in too many congressional districts. Mainly in Texas.

A song from Vietnam that sounds familiar

Goodnight Saigon

We met as soul mates on Parris Island, we left as inmates from an
asylum
And we were sharp, as sharp as knives, & we were so gung ho to lay
down our lives
We came in spastic like tameless horses, we left in plastic as
numbered corpses
And we learned fast to travel light, our arms were heavy but our
bellies were tight

We had no home front, we had no soft soap
They sent us Playboy, they gave us Bob Hope
We dug in deep and shot on sight and prayed to Jesus Christ with all
of our might
We had no cameras to shoot the landscape
We passed the hash pipe and played our Doors tapes
And it was dark, so dark at night night night night
And we held onto each other, like brother to brother
We promised our mothers we'd write

And we would all go down together
We said we'd all go down together, yes, we would all go down together

Remember Charlie, remember Baker, they left their childhood on every
acre
And who was wrong and who was right right right right
It didn't matter in the thick of the fight

We held the day in the palm of our hand
They ruled the night and the night seemed to last as long as...

Six weeks on Parris Island we held the coastline, they held the
highlands
And they were sharp, as sharp as knives knives knives knives
They heard the hum of our motors, they counted the rotors & waited for
us to arrive

And we would all go down together
We said we'd all go down together, yes, we would all go down together