wrote:

...the sun sets on the Tomb of the Unknown Solder...(SNIP)

Geeeze, Lennie...

Even on the Anniversary of D-Day, you continue to make a parody of
the Tomb of the Unknowns.

Yet you continue to try and convince all of us on what a great,
patriotic Veteran you are, sensitive to the plight of your fellow
servicemen.

And once again you prove the REST of us right when we call you a
self-serving blight on ALL Veterans. A liar for the ages.

What you ARE, is a disgrace to the uniform you wore and a footprint
on the graves of men who DID serve their country unselfishly.

Scumbag.

Steve, K4YZ

From: "K4YZ" on Tues 7 Jun 2005 01:56


And once again you prove the REST of us right when we call you a
self-serving blight on ALL Veterans. A liar for the ages.

What you ARE, is a disgrace to the uniform you wore and a footprint
on the graves of men who DID serve their country unselfishly.

Scumbag.



...the sun sets on the Tomb of the Unknown Solder as a solitary
figure in a patch-adorned flight suit slowly paces out his lonely
path of anger, J-38 in one hand, bayonetted USMC soldering iron
in the other. Pre-recorded marine marches softly fill the air,
interspersed with dits and dahs of a few PCTA morsebirds not yet
extinct. The Tomb of the Unknown Solder is a lonely place, deep
in the valley of neuroses, anger, and frustration. The single
sentinel counts cadennce to himself, muttering "flux you, flux
you" between the slow steps. His fists are clenched, eager to do
bottle but only sipping a cup of unkindness. It is sad but the
sentinel at the Tomb of the Unknown Solder keeps going. He does
not know why and that is the tragedy. The sun slowly sets on the
Tomb of the Unknown Solder leaving only the red light of fire in
the eyes of the muttering sentinel. Those glow in the dark like
LED pilot lights. Hatred lives on in his twilight of despair.

Temper fry.

From: "K4YZ" on Tues 7 Jun 2005 01:56


And once again you prove the REST of us right when we call you a
self-serving blight on ALL Veterans. A liar for the ages.

What you ARE, is a disgrace to the uniform you wore and a footprint
on the graves of men who DID serve their country unselfishly.

Scumbag.



...the sun sets on the Tomb of the Unknown Solder as a solitary
figure in a patch-adorned flight suit slowly paces out his lonely
path of anger, J-38 in one hand, bayonetted USMC soldering iron
in the other. Pre-recorded marine marches softly fill the air,
interspersed with dits and dahs of a few PCTA morsebirds not yet
extinct. The Tomb of the Unknown Solder is a lonely place, deep
in the valley of neuroses, anger, and frustration. The single
sentinel counts cadennce to himself, muttering "flux you, flux
you" between the slow steps. His fists are clenched, eager to do
bottle but only sipping a cup of unkindness. It is sad but the
sentinel at the Tomb of the Unknown Solder keeps going. He does
not know why and that is the tragedy. The sun slowly sets on the
Tomb of the Unknown Solder leaving only the red light of fire in
the eyes of the muttering sentinel. Those glow in the dark like
LED pilot lights. Hatred lives on in his twilight of despair.

Temper fry.

wrote:
From: "K4YZ" on Tues 7 Jun 2005 01:56

And once again you prove the REST of us right when we call you a
self-serving blight on ALL Veterans. A liar for the ages.

What you ARE, is a disgrace to the uniform you wore and a footprint
on the graves of men who DID serve their country unselfishly.

Scumbag.

...the sun sets on the Tomb of the Unknown Solder...(SNIP)

Hopefully it will be setting on Lennie "Defile a Veteran" Anderson
soon..

Steve, K4YZ