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By Pete Moore On January 26th, 2012 at 8:04 pm

You’ll be getting used to more of this:

USA TODAY – The Justice Department is funding an unusual national training program to help police deal with an increasing number of volatile confrontations involving highly trained and often heavily armed combat veterans.

Developers of the pilot program, to be launched at 15 U.S. sites this year, said there is an “urgent need” to de-escalate crises in which even SWAT teams may be facing tactical disadvantages against mentally ill suspects who also happen to be trained in modern warfare.

Much more of it. For some idea of what’s coming down the road, consider that more Falklands War veterans have committed suicide than  were killed in the conflict.

So is it Two for the Price of One on this Plane?

By ATWadmin On May 5th, 2009 at 1:12 pm


After I posted this on my own site, I decided to write my M.P. to protest, and I append the letter and subsequent replies here for your information.


So that’s all right then?

The Smashing British Men

By ATWadmin On September 17th, 2008 at 12:59 am

The Taliban’s eagerness to embrace ignorance will doom them eventually, but how many of us will they kill first?  They are a relic of the beasts in our nature.

….Michael Yon, Death In The Corn

If we held the intent of the beasts that we keep
In far fields and dark valleys, in the pale light of sleep,
In marked shards of clay, in papyrus and parchment,
Beneath the brick hearth, in the marks on old bones,
In the marrow of bones, in the plowing of stones
Parting sand furrows where our dreams are pale sparks
In the roots of our nerves, sprouting to thoughts,
To the tee-shirt philosophies of cheap magazines,
And the afternoon shows of electronic dreams,
That drown our blank selves now dredged up from sleep.

If we knew the intent of the beasts that we keep,
We would surely sit senseless, would hide from the sun,
And turn on ourselves the unregistered gun.
If we held the intent of the beasts that we seek.

If we knew the intent of the beasts which we slay
From couches confessional, in the stone barns of God
Where the soul’s soundings echo the light in the sod
To our penitent minds; which illumines our stark
Hearts from within, that dazzles our dark
With His fierce pyrotechnics, with His animate spark
That glows in that womb where all yearning starts,
And yearns for the flare at the top of the arc,
But burns like dead screams flung down in the dark,
Like torches cast deep where drowned Incas decay…

We would know then this life takes place in one day,
That the beasts which we keep are the beasts of our sleep,
Created from dust in the long dusk of God,
That we know the intent of the beasts which we keep.

Van der Leun