No sky too high, no sea too deep.
You’ve tossed the limp duck out of the C-130, followed it down into the ocean – did whatever – and now it’s time to bring the combat rubber raiding craft home – because you’re late for supper.
God will judge our enemies – but somebody has to arrange the meeting.


  1. I got to go out in some rough water in a zodiac being driven by a former SEAL. I felt he was trying to impress us, like he still had it…

    …with the waves coming over, that crap washed right out of my pants.

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