Our man in the field Ryan Lenz of The Associated Press, prior earth shattering jounalism dealt with this:
Stove Top Stuffing Creator Dies
http://www.cbsnews.com/stories/2005/11/23/business/main1073442.shtml
I'm just looking for this guys credentials - follow the money.
Paying his dues.............................................I guess.
Wet shorts, white flag
http://outdoors.mainetoday.com/news/040926100mile.shtml
By RYAN LENZ, Associated Press
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Unable to sleep and lying next to fellow outdoorsmen, my thoughts focused more on sheets of rain than Thoreau's noble "tonic of wilderness." But it was hard to think at all. My mental wanderings were cut short in revolt.
The stench of unshaven, unclean, unkempt hikers was incredible.
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He does have a colorful writting style, grows on you.
Embedded With the 101st Airborne
http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20051221/ap_on_re_mi_ea/iraq_blog_embed_iq99
Quote:
AP writer Ryan Lenz is embedded with the 3rd Brigade of the U.S. Army's 101st Airborne Division in Iraq and will be filing periodic reports on life in that unit.....................TUESDAY, Dec. 20, 9:30 p.m. local
ZUWAD KHALAF, Iraq — The voices came from the other side of a sand dune or over the radio, carrying an air of untouched desert in all directions.
"Found another one," someone with a metal detector would yell as he swept the desert floor for buried explosives.
Soldiers pile into Humvees or run to help. After another five minutes, a yell would come and they would run again, burning with curiosity.
Missiles, rockets, mortars and mines, all wrapped in plastic and buried with care — mountains of them near a half-demolished brick building on an open desert plain in northern Iraq.
It was a rare moment. One in which soldiers let their guard down and enjoyed an accomplishment. They laughed and swore as they formed daisy chains of arms and hands to move the weapons from the ground into trucks to take them to be destroyed.
They sang lewd boot camp marches as they filled one truck, and still munitions appeared in sandy holes that looked like graves when emptied.
These soldiers knew the weapons they had found could just have easily been found by someone else, whoever it is making the bombs they find on the roadsides: Homegrown insurgents, foreign fighters, whoever.
But today the weapons were in American hands. They knew it and laughed loudly as cars slowed to watch on a highway in the distance. ....................I finally arrived with the soldiers from the 101st around midnight a day ago. More than a hundred hours in transit had left me exhausted when the Chinook finally landed, dropping a dozen or more soldiers out.
I fell asleep on a cot again, this time in a motor pool, choking on the smell of grease and diesel fuel.
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