the troops packed their bags and headed off into the unknown world of misery and miserly disgust. they come home and the officials break their backs and necks with pills and locked rooms and blankets.
MJ
The troops moved to the edge of the plain, gazing out with grim, fierce expressions. There was power in their eyes — power in their stances. They were inevitable, invulnerable, powerful. Swords hung unused in sheaths and were deadly.
Nolan
Life-risking heroes bold beasty protecors rising like a midnite eclipse to blanket our world with peace through war. Ironic icons. Thank you
MizG
the troops are coming . here they come
janis
iraq
iraw
Just thinking about Parris Island, for the first time in months. There were troops of young men, but the word “boys” would not leave my mind… and they were all marching, running, standing perfectly motionless and stick-straight. It was so disturbing, and all I wanted was to pick the one highly developed out of the troops who I loved and hold him away from the consuming whole.
Kendra
troops…hmmm well they r many, generally soldiers…n…
hgjdfk
Tommy troops through the desert, sand kicking up and swirling around his boots. Stopping, he peers into the haze, wrinkles piling up around his eyes. Over the years, the sun had beat his face into leather.
J Micah
The troops were lead out into the blinding dessert heat. What a trifle.
Anonymous
Our troops in Iraq are risking there lives for our freedom. Keep them in your prayers.
Michelle
Charlie gathers up his stuffed animals, Bear and Floppy, grabs his blanket, pokes his thumb in his mouth and troops downstairs to see what he can forage for breakfast before his mother gets up.
Kate
the troops of soldiers marched along the street, looking smart in their uniforms and caps. after parading, they started to fire shots into the air, and while others looked in awe. They are the new passing out soldiers with a new lease of freeedom
cute
The troops stood side by said watching their Admiral walk around in front of them. They were eager to here what her next orders would be. She was stern and through and they trusted her to get them through all of this. It wasn’t often they were in a situation where winning wasn’t an almost certainty.
Jet
troops war Afghanistan that one war movie with teh beatles, oh yeah, accross the universe, troops tropping, the ants go marching one by one, hoorah, hoorah, trooping is marching, being a trooper, being tough, gotta be tough sometimes, troops, a force, your friends, people willing to fight.
Kristen
the time was wearing thin for the troops in the east but how would he stop the bomb from erasing the memory of them all?
pedro
more are being sent to Afghanistan, which honestly…is what i expected. i love how everyone thinks that obama would come in and with him world peace. of course not. that’s a no-win war, thanks very much to GW and his crew. like children. they make a mess and then want to blame the person who comes in to clean it up. i’m so tired of american politics and especially tired of americans’ short-term memories.
Anon.
I can hear them coming. I can hear them marching down the street, their heavy footsteps as steady as the beating drum.
“Go hide,” I whisper to the children.
Without a word, they obey. If only they knew.
CH
Whatever happened to them anyway. The word’s so __.
a
The troops came to my house for thanksgiving. What a wonderful, crazy time of it we had! Seven grandkids just everywhere! What wonderful blessings they are. Thank you Lord!
Cindy
the troops came marching down the road. To begin with I had been scared, when I heard their boots hit the hard ground, but now.. well they were just there, I guess. Nothing I could about it and, said my mother, nothing to be scared of.
My brother is going to be one of them..
Betina
Unable to effectively deal with people. Shows up as being too blunt, showing favoritism, or being harshly critical. May manifest by making comparisons to other stores, departments, or people.
vas
Unable to effectively deal with people. Shows up as being too blunt, showing favoritism, or being harshly critical. May manifest by making comparisons to other stores, departments, or people.
Anonymous
yeah so theres these troops and they shot up the place but unfortunately wolverine was there and he ripped off the trolls head and bam the worm said ye
Anonymous
they march-
words like a dustbowl
blinding the orbs behind
iron eyelids are as
sharp as the
bayonets
they
depend on;
& the morale disappears
when bloodshed is
bankroll.
doc
troops are like all soaping eachother up and stuff. They pretend they’re not doing it for fun but they all totally love it. I saw one in the mall last friday and he had a boner. Lol.
George Cottier
Our troops deserve respect.
Our troops do what no one else
can
will do.
Our troops sacrifice themselves for us.
Our troops are superheroes.
Our troops know no bounds.
MovieAddict
I think Iraq. it fuckin’ sucks. ’cause like, i miss my ex, and he’s in fuckin’ florida right now and I just wish this shit wasn’t going on. WOO for Obama, ’cause nothing has changed. they’re still over there and they’re still not coming back any time soon. UGH. Why does this go on? Bums me out major
Christina
fuck them
Anonymous
The troops were tired. Worn down like a favourite pair of shoes, their treads were getting thin – I knew that they couldn’t last much longer.
“Collins!” I shouted. Bill looked at me, his face hazy in the heavy rain. Time froze – one glance, all knowing – and he cocked his gun.
“Let’s do this,” he growled, motioning to the men behind them.
“Kill all bitches,” I added.
Thunder cracked. The rain pooled in puddles.
We attacked.
BLAH
“Troops”: the classic 1997 fan-film parody of COPS and Star Wars.
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Troops for the simple death of peace. Troops for the complicated maneuvers of violence. Troops for the protection of weaknesses. For glory, honor, and fallen ideals.
jl
military troops…group off people specially army troops…
american army troops invaded iraq
abbas
Troops consist of men and women, but they are deployed as tools of a nation. Political tools that surmount to mere numbers in the mouths of those who decide on their deployment.
Tiffany
myrmidon, they trek slow across the landscape, over foothills and heath, bramble tripping over their boots, and their helmets pushed low over their faces. Hot sun pelted their backs, and still the steady footfall did not cease. It remained a low rhythm.
sonneillon
He looks back at all of his medals and all those pictures that bring back memories of tragic, life threatening, trying times, out in the blistering sun and frezzing in the dradful winter. What kept him at least partially sain, were his men. His brothers. His troops. Forever in his memory…..and for a lifetime in his heart, they will always be. Semper fi.
Halee
The troops were tired, but the bombs continued to crash overhead. They missed their families, their wives, their warm beds. But in a war, none of that matters. Soldiers are no longer humans.
Karl
war
Rebakh
The troops marched along side the nearly overflowing river. They had been marching for days and yet there was so many more miles left to travel before reaching their destination.
Jennifer
The troops crossed the river before being shot down by heavy artillery. I can’t think of anything except Hemingway’s short storys. Check those out
Anonymous
the troops are coming. i see them fast approachign and there is nothing i can do to stop it. I am afraid right now and no one is here. peter is here. but i am so afraid he will not come. I am too engrossed in the fear to think about anything else.
hurry up peter. rescue me. be my strength when i need you most.
the troops packed their bags and headed off into the unknown world of misery and miserly disgust. they come home and the officials break their backs and necks with pills and locked rooms and blankets.
The troops moved to the edge of the plain, gazing out with grim, fierce expressions. There was power in their eyes — power in their stances. They were inevitable, invulnerable, powerful. Swords hung unused in sheaths and were deadly.
Life-risking heroes bold beasty protecors rising like a midnite eclipse to blanket our world with peace through war. Ironic icons. Thank you
the troops are coming . here they come
iraq
Just thinking about Parris Island, for the first time in months. There were troops of young men, but the word “boys” would not leave my mind… and they were all marching, running, standing perfectly motionless and stick-straight. It was so disturbing, and all I wanted was to pick the one highly developed out of the troops who I loved and hold him away from the consuming whole.
troops…hmmm well they r many, generally soldiers…n…
Tommy troops through the desert, sand kicking up and swirling around his boots. Stopping, he peers into the haze, wrinkles piling up around his eyes. Over the years, the sun had beat his face into leather.
The troops were lead out into the blinding dessert heat. What a trifle.
Our troops in Iraq are risking there lives for our freedom. Keep them in your prayers.
Charlie gathers up his stuffed animals, Bear and Floppy, grabs his blanket, pokes his thumb in his mouth and troops downstairs to see what he can forage for breakfast before his mother gets up.
the troops of soldiers marched along the street, looking smart in their uniforms and caps. after parading, they started to fire shots into the air, and while others looked in awe. They are the new passing out soldiers with a new lease of freeedom
The troops stood side by said watching their Admiral walk around in front of them. They were eager to here what her next orders would be. She was stern and through and they trusted her to get them through all of this. It wasn’t often they were in a situation where winning wasn’t an almost certainty.
troops war Afghanistan that one war movie with teh beatles, oh yeah, accross the universe, troops tropping, the ants go marching one by one, hoorah, hoorah, trooping is marching, being a trooper, being tough, gotta be tough sometimes, troops, a force, your friends, people willing to fight.
the time was wearing thin for the troops in the east but how would he stop the bomb from erasing the memory of them all?
more are being sent to Afghanistan, which honestly…is what i expected. i love how everyone thinks that obama would come in and with him world peace. of course not. that’s a no-win war, thanks very much to GW and his crew. like children. they make a mess and then want to blame the person who comes in to clean it up. i’m so tired of american politics and especially tired of americans’ short-term memories.
I can hear them coming. I can hear them marching down the street, their heavy footsteps as steady as the beating drum.
“Go hide,” I whisper to the children.
Without a word, they obey. If only they knew.
Whatever happened to them anyway. The word’s so __.
The troops came to my house for thanksgiving. What a wonderful, crazy time of it we had! Seven grandkids just everywhere! What wonderful blessings they are. Thank you Lord!
the troops came marching down the road. To begin with I had been scared, when I heard their boots hit the hard ground, but now.. well they were just there, I guess. Nothing I could about it and, said my mother, nothing to be scared of.
My brother is going to be one of them..
Unable to effectively deal with people. Shows up as being too blunt, showing favoritism, or being harshly critical. May manifest by making comparisons to other stores, departments, or people.
Unable to effectively deal with people. Shows up as being too blunt, showing favoritism, or being harshly critical. May manifest by making comparisons to other stores, departments, or people.
yeah so theres these troops and they shot up the place but unfortunately wolverine was there and he ripped off the trolls head and bam the worm said ye
they march-
words like a dustbowl
blinding the orbs behind
iron eyelids are as
sharp as the
bayonets
they
depend on;
& the morale disappears
when bloodshed is
bankroll.
troops are like all soaping eachother up and stuff. They pretend they’re not doing it for fun but they all totally love it. I saw one in the mall last friday and he had a boner. Lol.
Our troops deserve respect.
Our troops do what no one else
can
will do.
Our troops sacrifice themselves for us.
Our troops are superheroes.
Our troops know no bounds.
I think Iraq. it fuckin’ sucks. ’cause like, i miss my ex, and he’s in fuckin’ florida right now and I just wish this shit wasn’t going on. WOO for Obama, ’cause nothing has changed. they’re still over there and they’re still not coming back any time soon. UGH. Why does this go on? Bums me out major
fuck them
The troops were tired. Worn down like a favourite pair of shoes, their treads were getting thin – I knew that they couldn’t last much longer.
“Collins!” I shouted. Bill looked at me, his face hazy in the heavy rain. Time froze – one glance, all knowing – and he cocked his gun.
“Let’s do this,” he growled, motioning to the men behind them.
“Kill all bitches,” I added.
Thunder cracked. The rain pooled in puddles.
We attacked.
“Troops”: the classic 1997 fan-film parody of COPS and Star Wars.
Troops for the simple death of peace. Troops for the complicated maneuvers of violence. Troops for the protection of weaknesses. For glory, honor, and fallen ideals.
military troops…group off people specially army troops…
american army troops invaded iraq
Troops consist of men and women, but they are deployed as tools of a nation. Political tools that surmount to mere numbers in the mouths of those who decide on their deployment.
myrmidon, they trek slow across the landscape, over foothills and heath, bramble tripping over their boots, and their helmets pushed low over their faces. Hot sun pelted their backs, and still the steady footfall did not cease. It remained a low rhythm.
He looks back at all of his medals and all those pictures that bring back memories of tragic, life threatening, trying times, out in the blistering sun and frezzing in the dradful winter. What kept him at least partially sain, were his men. His brothers. His troops. Forever in his memory…..and for a lifetime in his heart, they will always be. Semper fi.
The troops were tired, but the bombs continued to crash overhead. They missed their families, their wives, their warm beds. But in a war, none of that matters. Soldiers are no longer humans.
war
The troops marched along side the nearly overflowing river. They had been marching for days and yet there was so many more miles left to travel before reaching their destination.
The troops crossed the river before being shot down by heavy artillery. I can’t think of anything except Hemingway’s short storys. Check those out
the troops are coming. i see them fast approachign and there is nothing i can do to stop it. I am afraid right now and no one is here. peter is here. but i am so afraid he will not come. I am too engrossed in the fear to think about anything else.
hurry up peter. rescue me. be my strength when i need you most.