To the dirt-eating grunt, Vietnam was an endless succession of bummers. Besides the never-ending fear of death, we had to endure a host of miseries: merciless humps through a sun-scorched landscape packing eighty pregnant pounds, brain-boiling heat, hot house humidity, dehydration, heat exhaustion, sunburn, red dust, torrential rains, boot-sucking mud, blood-sucking leeches, steaming jungles, malaria, dysentery, razorsharp elephant grass, bush sores, jungle rot, moaning and groaning, meals in green cans, armies of insects, fire ants, poisonous centipedes, mosquitoes, flies, bush snakes, vipers, scorpions, rats, bordedom, incoming fire, body bags, and a thousand more discomforts. Dispite all this the grunt did his job well......more @ http://www.vwam.com/vets/thewaryears.html
A LOOK INSIDE THE CLINTON WHITE HOUSE AND WHAT REALLY WENT ON INSIDE
The free world is asleep at the wheel. Or as Winston Churchill once quoted in his memoirs:
"Who's in charge of the clattering train? The axles creak and the couplings strain And the pace is hot and the points are near And Sleep has deadened the driver's ear And the signals flash through the night in vain For Death is in charge of the clattering train"
From The Gathering Storm Blog
Tea with Terrorists
Who They Are and Why They Kill The novel that exposes the real source of terror ... not Osama Bin-Laden, not Al-Qaeda, not some radical fringe group of extremists, but Islam itself....here free