Them Apaches were better'n a security blanket at night in Baghdad. When they were up flying, no one was trying to shoot rockets or mortars at us. Nothing sounded sweeter after a mortar barrage than the sound of an Apache Gat or a hellfire ripping through the sky; if they were shooting, bad guys were definitely dying.

There's a reason why we always referred to a fully loaded Apache as BAMF, I'll let you decipher the Acronym. The Cobras were also nice, and you could tell when they were on patrol cuz they sound like a real chopper, just like a big Harley idling down the street. Never did get to hear them fire anything off, but we always called them "MR. Death". It got to where I couldn't fall asleep at night if it was quiet. You knew sooner or later something would start falling from the sky. Helos on patrol was much better, even if the big Chinooks did bounce you outta your bunk on approach.

Oh yeah, and if we ever had civil issues with our government, you can be darned sure there'd be foreigners coming out of the woodwork in droves to render us aid. You think they got a border control problem now, if we were ever forced to revolt against our own government, the insurgency in Iraq would look like a game of Red Rover on the playground comparatively.

It ain't what people have in their gun safes that might keep them politicos from exercising martial law on us, it's what's buried deep out in the middle of wheat fields and BLM wasteland that will put a sting in any "civil disobedience" effort. I seen enough of what is in some of them crates to know our govt would have to go to using Nukes pretty quick if they expected to stay in office for long after sicking the dogs on us.