Unsung Heroes Comments

gas, gas, GAS, dulce et decorum est

The crazy War lords must re-read this valuable poem and memorize their dirty jobs.

Armchair warriors with their heads burried in the sand. Otherwise, how could they sleep at night? To them it's a battle of statistics and politics. But what if they were called to the front? Would strategies remain the same? Rank has its privililedge, so they say. Good point, Jer. Linda :)

the old men should have been in their mourning suits...mourning for their own selves! curse the war lords!