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Let's Kill the Dai Uy

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  • Posted June 14, 2013

    I'm a former grunt. An infantry officer, as it were. I did spe

    I'm a former grunt. An infantry officer, as it were. I did spend my time in light infantry units doing exactly these types of missions. So, I can empathize with Berent when he decided to join this group for an "outing." Fun, light read that gives an outsider's perspective to the daily travails of an infantry patrol.

    Oh, and by the way; the Nung mercenary was not kidding. Mercy killings of weak and injured friendlies were considered part of the tradition among the mercs.

    4 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted January 3, 2013

    Did Berent do this because he is an adrenaline junky? Or was it

    Did Berent do this because he is an adrenaline junky? Or was it because he wanted to see what it was like in the jungle for the men he supported from the air?

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 25, 2014

    waste of time to read

    probably a waste of time to review

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 28, 2013

    Map of camp

    1. Map of camp 2. Pride rock 3. Water hole 4. Elephat grave yard 5. Main den(all lions sleep here) 6.hunting grounds 7. Romantic water fall 8. Fresh kill pile 9. Playing hill(were cubs can play) 10. Mating grounds 11.bios. -Flowerheart(the leader for now till we have simba)

    0 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 21, 2013

    Cassidy 3

    "How was your flight?" My mother asks politely. "Fine, thank you," says Mrs. Berkeley. "I still can't believe we're actually here!" She looks at me. "It must seem very odd to you, us living in your friend Emma's home." Startled, I wonder for a moment if Mrs. Berkeley is a mind reader. "Uh, yeah, I guess." "Well, I promise you we'll take good care of everything-and of Melville too." As if conjured from thin air, the Haethorne's big orange tiger cat appeats. He makes a beeline for my mother and me, probably relieved to see familiar faces. "Hey, Mel!" I squat down and scratch him under the chin. "He loves cheese," I tell Mrs. Berkeley. "He'll go nuts if you give him some of that stuff in the basket." "Good to know," she says with a wink. "I do so want us to be friends. Oh, there you are, darling. Phillip, this is Clementine Sloane-Kinkaid and her daughter, Cassidy. They're friends of the Hawthornes." Professor Berkeley is tall and skinny, with thinning dark hair flecked with gray, dark blue eyes, and a wide smile like Simon's. "So pleased to meet you." He peers a little more closely at my mother as they shake hands. "I say, you aren't, well, the Clementine, are you?" My mother laughs. "Let's just say I used to be." My mother was a model a long time ago, a really famous one. It was back before she had me and Courtney, and before my father died and we moved to Concord, but people still recognize her. "And this is Tristan." Mrs. Berkeley propels her other son forward. "Say hello, Tris." "Hello," he says, without enthusiasm. Tristan Berkeley is tall, like his father, with the same dark coloring. He's got one of those jawlines that looks like it was chisled out of granite. If I had an I out for boys, I might call him cute, but those are the thoughts I steer clear from. Amazingly, he looks down at me, but only slightly, as he's almost half a head taller. As we shake hands he recoils slightly, flicking a glance at my hockey shirt. When he looks up again our eyes lock for a moment and I know exactly what he's thinking, as if he'd said it aloud. You stink. I bite back a sharp retort, minding my manners. My mother is the one who speaks up. "Cassidy's just been at the rink," she says coolley, a hint of Queen Clementine in her voice. That's what I call it when she means business. She must have noticed his reaction too. "She plays hockey. On an elite girls' team. The Concord Nymphs." Mrs. Berkeley laughs. "We know all about sports, don't we boys?" She says. "Simon plays football-I mean soccer. And Tristan is into ice dancing."

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