E-Mail from Afghanistan

I just received this e-mail from my favorite Teufel-Hund.  Man, I wouldn't want to be the Taliban……….
Semper Vi,

"OOOOOOO Fuckin Rah Gents! Oooo Rah! Happy Birthday from Kandahar.
Happy Birthday!

10 November 1775. I was born in a bomb crater. My mother was an M16 and my father was the devil. Each moment that I live is an additional threat upon your life. I eat concertina, piss napalm, and I can shoot a round through a flea's ass at 500 meters. I travel the globe, festering on anti-Americans everywhere I go, for the love of mom, Chevrolet, baseball, and apple pie. I'm a grunt. I'm the dirty, nasty, stinky, sweaty, filthy, beautiful little son of a bitch that's kept the wolf away from the door for over 225 years. I'm a United States Marine. We look like soldiers, talk like sailors, slap the shit out of both of them. We stole the eagle from the Air Force, the rope from the Army, and the anchor from the Navy. And on the 7th day, when God rested, we overran his perimeter and we've been running the show ever since. Warrior by day, lover by night, drunker by choice, Marine by God. Semper Fidelis."

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