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if they cross the line, the the bush.

That is not life!

- Take away from him!

How?

- Have a damned wife.

You are a damned rat!

Enough, all go to the bed.

Does somebody have a problem with that?!

Enough, turn off the damned camera!

It is well.

Well, boys, have

fact an excellent work

and I want to thank them

to each one of you.

Colonel Ford, permission to speak Mister.

- Ahead.

We want to thank him/her

for their kind words

and they have had rumors on

a pursuit mission.

No, no... I have not listened anything on that.

But.

It seems that we will have to maintain

the work here a little more.

How so much time?

The time that he/she takes

soldier, for that reason is here!

Now be quiet the mouth!

If, Mister!

I have just received orders,

there is a battalion of 77 people

they are caught in Baghdad.

They cannot replace us

until somebody

replace them to them.

The company Alpha will have

temporarily the control

tomorrow until the one

I traffic it is normalized.

You know Flake, I swear him,

it is as that clich,

when a type has that

to work in their free day

and things madwomen happen and he/she only thinks,

demons, it should not be here.

None of us should be here.

Sh*t, old.

- Because our bottom will be baleado.

The only thing that you/they continue saying is:

"It is well, you will leave to your house tomorrow."

And the following day is the same sh*t,

angers to house tomorrow.

And continuous, week after

week, they will go home tomorrow,

we are still here, as ducks in cage.

Be quiet, take out that camera of my face!

Which is your damned problem?

About what do you complain?!

Because they extended the meeting.

Damned surprise!

Welcome to the damned army.

We all want to go home!

Not we can, so stop and take it

as a man!

You manage with an erection!

Every day here is closer one day

for the meeting.

What did you say, Gabe?

Every day here is one day

but it fences for the meeting.

What?

That book, the one that seemed you very boring.

You should read it.

The death speaks.

there was a teacher in Baghdad

that he/she left to the market

to buy provisions

and after a while they returned pale

and trembling.

Teacher, fair when it was in the one

market, I saw a woman in the multitude

and when I gave the turn I saw that the death

it was following me.

She looked at me and he/she made a threat expression.

Now lend me their horse

and I will run of this city

to avoid my destination.

I Will Go to Samarra.

There the death won't find me.

The teacher lent him/her his horse and he left

for the mountains

it galloped as quick as he/she could and so

quick as the horse he/she went.

Then the teacher went to the market and me

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