"We're in the rear with the fucking chicks, the supply trucks, and the Hajji truckers. We trained for that bridge mission for six fucking weeks, and they take it right out from underneath of us." "Yeah, I'll be mad if this war ends before we get a chance to get in it." "Drop down here, my little brown friend. Missions are always getting fragged. We're Marines. We obey our orders. Our mission now is not to do our original mission." "Semper gumby. Always flexible."
Colbert, the platoon’s top team leader, is in charge of Team One. The year before, he was awarded a Navy Commendation for helping to take out an enemy missile battery in Afghanistan. He greets me with a formal hand- shake and a crisp salutation: “Welcome aboard. I hope your time with us is enjoyable and productive.”
His politeness is so exacting it almost makes him come off like a prick. Everything about him is neat, orderly and crisp, in keeping with his Iceman nickname. Colbert is decidedly not one of the big ball-scratchers in the platoon. There is about him an air of Victorian rectitude. He grew up in an ultramodern 1970s house designed by his father, an architect. There was shag carpet in a conversation pit. One of his fondest memories, he later tells me, is that before cocktail parties, his parents would let him prepare the carpet with a special rake. Colbert is a walking encyclopedia of radio frequencies and encryption protocols, and can tell you the exact details of just about any weapon in the U.S. or Iraqi arsenal. He once nearly purchased a surplus British tank, even arranged a loan through his credit union, but backed out only when he realized that just parking it might run afoul of zoning laws in his home state, the “Communist Republic of California.”
— Generation Kill by Evan Wright (chapter 2 p.22-23)
Тумблеровцы нашли очередной красивый кадр И фотошопят его как только вздумается. Вопросы о том настоящее ли это фото со съемок или фотошоп утонули в массе репостов. Если настоящее первоисточник найдется рано или поздно.
Мне понравился больше всех этот вариант. Он с реальной цитатой комикса
Полностью это звучит так: “I don’t know about you, but the first time I met another adult mutant was like being hit by a thunderbolt. Far, far more powerful than being in love and our human lives knew it. Our eyes were brighter. Our minds were faster. Sometimes we could spend seventy-two straight hours on the telephone just talking about our ideas for the world.” (ц. Ultimate X-Men #16)
Brad, battalion's going Red-Con One and Alpha called in air support. Ray, get on TAD six and TAD seven. Walt, get up on the berm and man the Mark-19. You have the thermals? Yeah, I got them right here, dawg. Warm them the fuck up and use them. ... Why the fuck are you two standing around with your dicks in your hands? Don't you have teams to take care of? Roger that. Iceman's back.