Gents,
When I think of FSO each month, the words of a song from my youth come to mind:
And I went up there, I said, "Shrink, I want to kill. I mean, I wanna, I
Wanna kill. Kill. I wanna, I wanna see, I wanna see blood and gore and
Guts and veins in my teeth. Eat dead burnt bodies. I mean kill, Kill,
KILL, KILL." And I started jumpin up and down yelling, "KILL, KILL," and
He started jumpin up and down with me and we was both jumping up and down
Yelling, "KILL, KILL." And the sargent came over, pinned a medal on me,
Sent me down the hall, said, "You're our boy."
(Arlo Guthrie — Alice's Restaurant lyrics)
v/r
Jamie
Tull,
JAMES W GENTRY III
Contractor, Northrop Grumman
Mission Command Training Support Program (MCTSP)
Senior Training Advisor (STA)
278th Armored Cavalry Regiment, TN ARNG
"They're trying to kill me," Yossarian told him calmly.
"No one's trying to kill you," Clevinger cried.
"Then why are they shooting at me?" Yossarian asked.
"They're shooting at everyone," Clevinger answered. "They're trying to kill everyone."
"And what difference does that make?"