The war is wrong. Those who led the USA into the war must be held accountable. Ricky Clousing is an American Hero.

As a tactical interrogator assigned to question detainees at the scene of infantry raids, Ricky did not witness the abuse of prisoners at Abu Ghraib. What he did witness, however, was hardly less horrifying: American soldiers indoctrinated to view Iraqis as less than human, as "ragheads" or worse; American soldiers out on the streets of the Iraqi capital ramming the cars of Iraqi civilians for sport; American soldiers laughing as they slaughtered the livestock of local farmers; and American soldiers shooting an Iraqi teenager who had simply made a wrong turn.

Ricky was on patrol when he saw a boy, "probably 18 years old, a small maybe high-school age kid" turn down a road his unit was attempting to secure. The teenager, Ricky said, was quite visibly terrified at the sight of "a whole bunch of Americans with big weapons" staring him in the face. He started turning the car around, but didn't get very far. This is how Ricky described what happened next:

"One of the soldiers in the turret of the humvee behind me just opened up fire on the machine gun on the vehicle. As the vehicle was turning away, all I heard above my head was "pop, pop, pop, pop." This was my first deployment, my first combat experience was that moment right then, and just the sound of machine guns going off over my head. He popped about five or six rounds in the side of the vehicle. Myself and two of the other guys ran over to the vehicle, smashed the window, and pulled the guy out to provide first aid on him… I was looking down at this kid who had just been shot in the stomach for no reason really -- he was trying to leave…I was still just standing there in shock, looking down at this kid, and he looked right up at me. And his mouth was foaming. His stomach was falling out in his hands… I was looking down at this kid, this young boy who was just trying to drive around town and took a wrong turn and tried to go the other direction, was shot at and killed, and I'm looking down at him now. And we made eye contact for about five seconds, and he just looked at me with the most empty, terrified look in his face that will never leave me in my whole life I'm sure."

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While indulging in spirits last night, a former Ralph's Thriftway employee confessed to me that multiple people have reported strange happens in the store, specifically late at night.  Things falling off shelves, freezers mysteriously turning on and off, eerie rattling and unexplainable voices.
I think I remember hearing something about this several years ago.
Does anyone have any stories to support this claim?

• What times and days/nights work for folks?
• What locations sound good?
• What happens if we OlyBloggers are caffeinated and enjoying ourselves at the same time?

 
If I enjoy the heck out of my day, by the time evening arrives I'll be heckless. As vast as the English language can be, I think I just stumbled on a condition ("heckless") that needs definition. Surely you OlyBlogger wordsmiths can help me out here.