It's not called a pic-nic, for a reason.
There are three certainties in the heat of battle, or in areas of conflict. War is hell, shyte happens and good men die.
Get over it, I will morn the loss of another brother, bitching about who did what to who, where and what not, serves no one.
Je me souviens.
There are three certainties in the heat of battle, or in areas of conflict. War is hell, shyte happens and good men die.
Get over it, I will morn the loss of another brother, bitching about who did what to who, where and what not, serves no one.
Je me souviens.