:)) LOL

In the middle of the desert, a few dozen kilometers from the nearest river slowed the American battalion that would have to wait for the convoy straggler with ice cream and Coca-Cola.
Nearby foes were observed, so you can relax. Lieutenant Flaunders scanned the desert in search of anything suspicious. Suddenly, his eyes buried in a strange man, dressed in a white uniform with a rifle hanging behind unknown sample.
 - Corporal Simpson, to me! - Briefly ordered the lieutenant.
 - Yes, sir! - Said Simpson.
 - Take Wigan and Mo, the corporal and deliver vivid to me that Iraqi. I want to know what the hell he should be here, and to report the capture of a platoon of enemy soldiers!
 - But sir, - tried to argue Cpl.
 - No buts! I need this dirty irokez, damn it! Run! For that you get a salary, Corporal?
 - There sir! - She exclaimed Simpson and the trio went on a combat mission. A few minutes from the column is a few cars blown up and a lot of dead bodies that crazy wind filled with sand.
 Dressed in a white man kept on walking, speaking in an incomprehensible language: «A eshe speshu soobshit vam, lubeznaia Ekaterina Matveevna ...»