A Report On The ' Talon '

"I think a reasonable belief would be that his father got killed and then subsequently he shoots and kills these four people," the commander said. "Does he do that randomly? I mean only he can answer that question. I wouldn't suspect he would just pick four random people on the street. That wouldn't make sense to me."

“Well, I was wondering why the prisoners were so thin, I could see their bones, and why they were just working in silence, instead of protesting.” I answered.

“He wanted to help. He was a leader and he wanted to help and combat injustice,” she said.

Where were my team? Were they dead, like Spy? Was I the only one left? I felt nauseous, all these thoughts flooding me weren’t helping my situation. The enemy was calling my name, he would find me and he would kill me.

Tim pointed at the tattoo. “He's a scout. They find new colonies for the Lawless to raid.”

As I left my foxhole, Lieutenant Gipson quickly spotted me and instructed me to walk over. He told me that he wanted me to help him dig his foxhole. He commanded me to go retrieve the shovels from behind the tree across the sod. I hurried over to the tree and got a hold of the shovels. When I laid hands on both of the shovels, both of my hands still shivering and shaking. I could hardly even pick them up, so I decided to lug them under my armpits. I was certain my hands were quivering because as Azar fell to the ground when Lieutenant Gipson hit him, I remember him striking my hand with his head as he fell down. I knew they were going to quit behaving like this. When I made it to Lieutenant Gipson’s area, my hands were still shaking. I didn’t know how I was going to be of service to Lieutenant Gipson since I could not hold the shovel properly. Consequently, I told him that I broke both of my hands, so I was unable to help him. As a consequence, he told me to sit down out of his way. We started talking and that’s when he began to tell me his life story and how he got here in Vietnam. He told me that he was from Mississippi and both of his parents got slaughtered by the Ku Klux Klan when he was 18. His mother had always wanted him to go and fight in the military. However, he wanted to attend university and study medicine. When his parents passed away, he instantly knew that he had to go fight for America to satisfy his mother’s orders. He told me that he wanted to see everything in his mother’s viewpoint as she was a wise woman. He looked in his bag and showed me is father’s boxing gloves from his last boxing match before he died. He also told me that the night of his last boxing match is when he could not make it because he was in trouble with the cops for burning down one of the member’s house. He didn’t regret the events of his childhood because it was the reason why he is fighting in

“What? Nothing of the sort has happened, but you seem to have knowledge of this war. What is that from?”

“I know what he did!” she snaps- “ I was there- but you weren’t Koga. What he did was horrible- I understand that- but by storming into his base -firing guns and throwing knifes will not solve anything! Innocent people are going to die!”

Considering I did not visit my spot at all over Winter Break, this had been the longest period of time I had been away from the area. This was good as it lent itself well to some new insights. After colder nights and more snow, the area looked a lot more broken down than it had in the past. The Birdsfoot Trefoil was the most broken down and dry I have seen it since I began photographing the spot. There also appeared to be less debris, in the form of dead grasses and leaves, surrounding the area. The grass and surrounding area appeared more worn down and I wonder if this is from increased human activity around the area. I found this interesting, as I believe it speaks to the natural resources, natural capital, and natural income of the area.

Thankfully, no one was there. I hate war, I hate war, I hate it. In my country, they say that joining the army is honorable. Fighting for the country makes you a hero, but now that I have, I don’t believe it. Is killing another person, a living, breathing, creature with family and friends honorable? Does it make you a hero? Killing another person like how we are trained to do, when they can’t see you, and can’t defend themselves. It’s below what a coward would do. But I guess that’s what I am. I kill to stay alive. I am a coward. I don’t even know why there’s a war, but as a soldier, whatever orders I’m given, I follow through without question. We obey, and we make every shot count. I clench my fingers around the trigger, but I don’t shoot. Not just yet. The good person inside me says don’t shoot, someone on the other side could get out of this alive, just like you want to. The soldier inside me is unforgiving, you shoot when you’re supposed to and you don’t ask questions. My heart flutters in my chest for a moment, because for a moment, another soldier is still alive. I don’t even take aim, I just close my eyes, and

Scuttling innocently through the twisting corridors I bore the same expression; head down, shoulders hunched, avoiding any eye contact - my desperate attempts to deter the despot for one day at least. Despite my efforts, there was no escape, as seemingly within the second of having that naively optimistic thought, a cruel, callous voice demanded I surrender my broach. Fear spiked, as it always did, but with it came something else, an alien emotion ... Looking back now, I see that it must have been the cumulative effect of months of torment that brought me to the realisation that at this point I had reached the nadir of my life. Deriding cackles pierced my ears and this time I recognised the emotion, fury. It burned through my veins, along with the memories of the past to form a feeling of overwhelming power. I met the daggers that would usually invoke terror, and calmly, I said “No.”

During the premiere of the NBC 60th Anniversary Celebration television special, past and present NBC stars stood on stage to introduce a new logo, were the “N” and the Peacock were finally separated since their combination in 1979. The new logo got rid of the “N” and left only the peacock as it had been originally made in 1956, but the new and improve logo had been changed by Chermayeff and Geismar.

“ Finally, I have defeated our great enemy, Kuk!” says Narmer in a powerful voice.

“If it is okay with your mom, book yourself a plane out here and we can spend a day in California and a few in Vegas. It will be your birthday present, and if you have any questions, call me back.”

"Don't think so lowly of Akatsuki. They won't take me and suddenly Kokuō will be gone. No; they'll take me and an even bigger evil with arise to destroy this enough accursed world. That's what will happen if they capture me."