So, there I was in a foxhole about 150 yards from the I.S.I.S. enemy. My companions, a Syrian rebel and an Iraqi army sergeant, were dead in the foxhole next to mine. I had my carbine to my shoulder, the leader of the I.S.I.S. unit in my sights and I was about to squeeze the rigger when my unit commander hollered, You can't shoot, son! You're in a non-combat, advisory only role!"
What a fine kettle of soup this government is leading our military and this country into.
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