Oops:
U.S. intelligence agencies were aware months ago that Army Major Nidal Hasan was attempting to make contact with people associated with al Qaeda, two American officials briefed on classified material in the case told ABC News.
I don’t think we can assume that the ball was dropped just yet – there’s certainly more to this case. However, there is a disturbing pattern to these revelations.
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In Afghanistan, a black tulip,
C in a glass of vodka, we sail silently over the land
Groznaya bird across the border
By Russian lightning is our brothers home.
In the black tulip those with jobs
They’re coming home dear land to lie.
In indefinite leave, torn to shreds,
And never, never warm to hug the shoulders.
When the oases Dzhellalabada
fallen down on the wing, tulip our fallen.
We cursed all his work.
Again the boy summed up the loss company
In Shindand, Kandahar and Bagram
Again, per capita put a heavy stone
Again carry home the heroes
Which is 20 years of digging graves
Which is 20 years of digging graves
But you have to get up, must come
If you break, you can run up and then
Bullets fly, Stinger flies
If you break, you guys die a second time
And we are not like home
Where are all for us long ago familiar
Where are the corpses they see once a year, pilots,
Where the clouds are not chopping down helicopters
And we go, gritting his teeth with rage
Dry vodka wetting his lips
They come from Pakistan caravans
And, therefore, have a job for “tulip”
And, therefore, have a job for “tulip