Pinned down.

At this hour as we sit at our supper table enjoying hot food, coffee by the gallon, and security signed in blood written statement, Marines and coalition forces await the dawn handcuffed by rules of engagement rendering their strength to that of piss ants.

These blades in their predicament that mow the grass but are not allowed to mulch would paint horrifying tapestries of our global ball field if but given voice.

Yet assuredly we have allowed with casual notice these engineers of freedom to be clothed in the tattered and filthy rags of past usurpers.

Gain no advantage without loss and give quarter will not fly in the face of this enemy invented by political hacks with ne’er a combat boot strapped on. We leave these our finest with flyswatters whence hammers will it take!

Disingenuous we are and despicable we’ve become to send youth into bloody folly shackled interminably by our political necessity to please.

Goddammit, if it is to be War, then so be it!