"Plenty of strikers can score goals," he said, gesturing to the famous old stands casting shadows around us.
"But a lot have found it difficult wearing the number 9 shirt for The Arsenal."
I;d bang it
'Seems that I was busy doing something close to nothing
But different than the day before'
'Met a dwarf that was no good, dressed like Little Red Riding Hood'
'Now you're unemployed, all non-void
Walkin' round like you're Pretty Boy Floyd'
a, you persistently underestimate the capabilities of what is - whether you like it or not - the greatest war machine this planet has ever seen.
If you seriously think Iranian air defences are a match for US military capability, you’re sadly mistaken. The only limiting factor on American military might is America itself.
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im not a williams , honestQ!
Last edited by barrybueno; 11-11-2017 at 12:35 AM.
'Seems that I was busy doing something close to nothing
But different than the day before'
'Met a dwarf that was no good, dressed like Little Red Riding Hood'
'Now you're unemployed, all non-void
Walkin' round like you're Pretty Boy Floyd'
I'm not saying they are a match. They might make enough difference though for that contradiction you refer to to come into play. It won't be as easy as Iraq. And consider that under a Republican leadership, especially this bloke, opposition gets to express itself in a way that doesn't happen under Democrat presidents, who get a free pass in war from what passes for the 'left' in US and European politics.
I am genuinely intrigued as to which country Iran would be invaded from though. Afghanistan? Watch yer back, guys. Iraq? they are Iran's ally now, thanks to 2003. Pakistan? yeah, right. Turkey? Can't see it. Azerbaijan perhaps.
Last edited by Ash; 11-11-2017 at 12:57 AM.
I was a boy living in Berlin, I met a soldier who described to me and a friend how he and his oppo were caught by a sniper in Belfast. He painted a terrifying picture of seeing the whole of his partner's shoulder explode like JFK's head in the Zapruder movie.
They were effectively pinned down with his partner crying and asking for his mother, and were both afraid of the very real prospect of being sniffed out and finished off by the sniper's people.
They were quickly rescued by an armoured vehicle and so lived to tell the tale. And the tale, by the way, was told not with any sense of derring-do or bombast, but with humility. The fella was impressing on us that combat was a deeply unpleasant business and he had been through three minutes of bleak, mortal terror before escaping .