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	<title>Comments on: WAR BONDS</title>
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		<title>By: ships that were sunk at pearl harbor</title>
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		<dc:creator>ships that were sunk at pearl harbor</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 30 Apr 2008 06:20:31 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] do not mean the battles won or lost, or the defeat of an enemy. I speak of friendship the bond thathttp://zod1703.edublogs.org/2008/04/12/war-bonds/Military.com ResourcesEventually, all but three of the ships sunk or damaged at pearl harbor were [...]</description>
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		<title>By: ortizjo</title>
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		<dc:creator>ortizjo</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 18 Apr 2008 22:49:59 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>In war, I think that friendships are a bad idea.  It&#039;s interesting to put the word &quot;positive&quot; and &quot;war&quot; in the same sentence.  Bonds are fine in life, but, really, they serve no purpose in war.  I don&#039;t want to sound cold-hearted, I&#039;m just trying to be practical.  If bonds are made between soldiers and one of them gets blown up, then the other is gonna go through that whole &quot;mental anguish&quot; thing.  Having team members is one thing, but having &quot;bonds&quot; with people is another.  I think that in times of war and battle, a soldier must only have their mission, and their bravery.  If bonds are to be made, then it should be after the fact, and not during.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>In war, I think that friendships are a bad idea.  It&#8217;s interesting to put the word &#8220;positive&#8221; and &#8220;war&#8221; in the same sentence.  Bonds are fine in life, but, really, they serve no purpose in war.  I don&#8217;t want to sound cold-hearted, I&#8217;m just trying to be practical.  If bonds are made between soldiers and one of them gets blown up, then the other is gonna go through that whole &#8220;mental anguish&#8221; thing.  Having team members is one thing, but having &#8220;bonds&#8221; with people is another.  I think that in times of war and battle, a soldier must only have their mission, and their bravery.  If bonds are to be made, then it should be after the fact, and not during.</p>
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		<title>By: ullreyg</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 15 Apr 2008 23:45:44 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>In his fictional journal The Things They Carried Tim O’Brien shows just how these bonds are forged and some are lost in a physical since, but the emotions and memories are with you for the duration.

This may sound weird, but in a way I&#039;m jealous. I wish I could have an deep connection with a group of people that would be timeless. Here at school, when you meet someone it&#039;s usually in class. You may click, talk through the class, be in groups together or whatever, but when the semester ends, the friendship does too. It&#039;s a big jump from classmates to real friends that takes a lot of time and you have to put a lot of effort in to it to make it work.
But I&#039;m selfish enough not to want to go to war to make those kind of bonds. 
There aren&#039;t too many situations where you get thrown into that you have to instantly trust the people around you and protect people you don&#039;t know.
Honestly, I think I could mentally handle being away from everyone I know and everything I love to do the same boring thing, day after day, it&#039;s the boot camp that would do me in.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>In his fictional journal The Things They Carried Tim O’Brien shows just how these bonds are forged and some are lost in a physical since, but the emotions and memories are with you for the duration.</p>
<p>This may sound weird, but in a way I&#8217;m jealous. I wish I could have an deep connection with a group of people that would be timeless. Here at school, when you meet someone it&#8217;s usually in class. You may click, talk through the class, be in groups together or whatever, but when the semester ends, the friendship does too. It&#8217;s a big jump from classmates to real friends that takes a lot of time and you have to put a lot of effort in to it to make it work.<br />
But I&#8217;m selfish enough not to want to go to war to make those kind of bonds.<br />
There aren&#8217;t too many situations where you get thrown into that you have to instantly trust the people around you and protect people you don&#8217;t know.<br />
Honestly, I think I could mentally handle being away from everyone I know and everything I love to do the same boring thing, day after day, it&#8217;s the boot camp that would do me in.</p>
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		<title>By: Lupe</title>
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		<dc:creator>Lupe</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 14 Apr 2008 19:17:40 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I like your observation that their is a bond formed with every aspect of war. I had to think about this because I realized that it is true but one of those ideas that is natural, the kind you don&#039;t have to think about. The obvious bond is that of the comrades. The not so obvious one is that of the one with the country. There are always good people stuck in the middle of conflict and their is always innocence disrupted. Whether through acclimation or actual fondness I grew to like the countryside of Iraq. I knew it pretty well and came to know the people rather well. It was a strange relationship but it resembled home in some cases. When on patrol their was a house we used to pass where an elderly woman lived. She liked us because having us so close kept her home safe so every time we walked, excuse me, patrolled by she would give us fresh hoobas. It&#039;s an incredibly good Iraqi bread and a better alternative to MRE&#039;s. You get to know the land and what is safe. When we left I was a bit surprised to feel a bit disappointed. The bond that is formed then does extend to more than comrades but it&#039;s through them that one can relive it. It is very much an O&#039;Brien experience.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I like your observation that their is a bond formed with every aspect of war. I had to think about this because I realized that it is true but one of those ideas that is natural, the kind you don&#8217;t have to think about. The obvious bond is that of the comrades. The not so obvious one is that of the one with the country. There are always good people stuck in the middle of conflict and their is always innocence disrupted. Whether through acclimation or actual fondness I grew to like the countryside of Iraq. I knew it pretty well and came to know the people rather well. It was a strange relationship but it resembled home in some cases. When on patrol their was a house we used to pass where an elderly woman lived. She liked us because having us so close kept her home safe so every time we walked, excuse me, patrolled by she would give us fresh hoobas. It&#8217;s an incredibly good Iraqi bread and a better alternative to MRE&#8217;s. You get to know the land and what is safe. When we left I was a bit surprised to feel a bit disappointed. The bond that is formed then does extend to more than comrades but it&#8217;s through them that one can relive it. It is very much an O&#8217;Brien experience.</p>
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