The FAC urgently sends over his radio a cry for help: "Broken Arrow! Broken Arrow!' His message unleashes all available close air support in South Vietnam on a priority basis.
Speaking to me. They wash and tub and scrub. Agenbite of inwit. Conscience.
Anything, she thought, was better than bickering or the strange silence which drove home to her the distance between them.
If you haue vvrit your Annales true, 'tis there, / That like an Eagle in a Doue-cote, I / Flatter'd your Volcians in Corioles.
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