On the side of a hill in the deep forest green, tracing a sparrow on snow-crested ground, blankets and bedclothes the child of the mountain sleeps unaware of the clarion call. On the side of a hill, a sprinkling of leaves washes the grave with silvery tears, a soldier cleans and polishes a gun. War bellows, blazing in scarlet battalions, generals order their soldiers to kill and to fight for a cause they've long ago forgotten
Monday, September 17, 2007
There go the profits
Blackwater has had their license pulled. Such are the vagaries of the merc lifestyle.
I'm sure the "government" will find some place to use them; hurricane relief, Dafur, coup de ta.