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BREAKING: Russia has launched 6 ballistic missiles into Kyiv with no air alert and no reported air defence activity, with Ukrainian sources saying the US has now cut intelligence sharing that gives early warning of Russian ballistic launches, per initial reports. As a result, multiple ballistic missiles impacted the city minutes ago. The US threatened 3 days ago to cut off all intelligence sharing with Ukraine unless Kyiv halted its strikes on Russian refineries. US detection provides the 3 to 5 minute civilian warning for a ballistic launch from western Russia, and without it that window drops to half or to nothing on many trajectories.

I support the execution of Nidal Hassan. Livestreaming a wheelchair bound paraplegic before a firing squad will not be the PR win some of you seem to think it will be.

You DO have to pay in. So did they. So did my generation. Unless you're not paying FICA (if you're not, don't say so here) you're paying in. Just like them, just like me. Know your enemy. It's not your granma.

If you don't name the ideology that led to this (without qualifiers), you are dishonouring every single individual who died on that day. Be courageous. Fight those who wish to enslave us.

To understand a Marine you must know: We left home as teenagers or in our early twenties for an unknown adventure. We loved our country enough to defend it and protect it with our own lives. We said goodbye to friends and family and everything we knew. We learned the basics and then we scattered in the wind to the far corners of the Earth. We found new friends and a new family. We became brothers and sisters regardless of color, race, or creed. We had plenty of good times, and plenty of bad times. We didn’t get enough sleep. We smoked and drank too much. We picked up both good and bad habits. We worked hard and played harder. We didn’t earn a great wage. We experienced the happiness of mail call and the sadness of missing important events. We didn’t know when, or even if, we were ever going to see home again. We grew up fast, and yet somehow, we never grew up at all. We fought for our freedom, as well as the freedom of others. Some of us saw actual combat, and some of us didn’t. Some of us saw the world, and some of us didn’t. Some of us dealt with physical warfare, most of us dealt with psychological warfare. We have seen and experienced and dealt with things that we can’t fully describe or explain, as not all of our sacrifices were physical. We participated in time-honored ceremonies and rituals with each other, strengthening our bonds and camaraderie. We counted on each other to get our job done and sometimes to survive it at all. We have dealt with victory and tragedy. We have celebrated and mourned. We lost a few along the way. When our adventure was over, some of us went back home, some of us started somewhere new and some of us never came home at all. We have told amazing and hilarious stories of our exploits and adventures. We share an unspoken bond with each other, that most people don’t experience, and few will understand. We speak highly of our own branch of service and poke fun at the other branches. We know, however, that, if needed, we will be there for our brothers and sisters and stand together as one, in a heartbeat. Being a Marine is something that had to be earned, and it can never be taken away. It has no monetary value, but at the same time, it is a priceless gift. People see a Marine and they thank them for their service. When we see each other, we give that little upwards head nod, or a slight smile, knowing that we have shared and experienced things that most people have not. So, from myself to the rest of the Marines out there, I commend and thank you for all that you have done and sacrificed for your country. Try to remember the good times and make peace with the bad times. Share your stories. But most importantly, stand tall and proud, for you have earned the right to be called a Marine. I’m a Marine - Damn Proud!