DoD Identifies Army Casualty #1299

[saigon68]

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No. 1300-04
IMMEDIATE RELEASE December 15, 2004

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DoD Identifies Army Casualty
The Department of Defense announced today the death of a soldier who was supporting Operation Iraqi Freedom.

http://www.defenselink.mil/releases/2004/nr20041215-1842.html

Sgt. Tina S. Time, 22, from Tucson, Ariz., died Dec. 13 near Cedar, Iraq, when she was involved in a vehicle accident. Time was assigned to the Army Reserve's 208th Transportation Company, Tucson, Ariz.


The incident is under investigation

I Casualties Confirms as # 1299 http://icasualties.org/oif/

[leftchick]

1. morning saigon....

welcome to chimpy*s world! where another day brings more dead bodies. But saddam was a bad, bad man, right?

:grr:

[dbt]

2. Permit me:

"Bring 'em on!" screeched the AWOL Chimp. The sorry little bastard might as well have painted a TARGET on the back of every US service member with that little ad-lib.

Fuck bu$h. Now more than ever.

:freak:
dbt

[Lost4words]

3. 86 43 n/t

[seemslikeadream]

4. HOW MANY MORE GEORGIE, HOW MANY MORE?

Sam Stone came home,
To his wife and family
After serving in the conflict overseas.
And the time that he served,
Had shattered all his nerves,
And left a little shrapnel in his knee.
But the morphine eased the pain,
And the grass grew round his brain,
And gave him all the confidence he lacked,
With a Purple Heart and a monkey on his back.

There's a hole in daddy's arm where all the money goes,
Jesus Christ died for nothin' I suppose.
Little pitchers have big ears,
Don't stop to count the years,
Sweet songs never last too long on broken radios.
Mmm....

Sam Stone's welcome home
Didn't last too long.
He went to work when he'd spent his last dime
And Sammy took to stealing
When he got that empty feeling
For a hundred dollar habit without overtime.
And the gold rolled through his veins
Like a thousand railroad trains,
And eased his mind in the hours that he chose,
While the kids ran around wearin' other peoples' clothes...



Sam Stone was alone
When he popped his last balloon
Climbing walls while sitting in a chair
Well, he played his last request
While the room smelled just like death
With an overdose hovering in the air
But life had lost its fun
And there was nothing to be done
But trade his house that he bought on the G, I. Bill
For a flag draped casket on a local heroes' hill

-John Prine