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  1. #GoodTrouble
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  2. Pentagon Quietly Raises Number of Troop Deaths in Iran — After Hegseth Slammed Reporting Questioning the Official Death Toll as ‘DISGUSTING’

    The Pentagon has updated the number of troop deaths in the Iran war to 21 — after Secretary…
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  3. alojapan.com/1552230/dozens-pr Dozens protest in Tokyo after Marine accused of murder in Okinawa #DozensProtestInTokyoAfterMarineAccusedOfMurderInOkinawa #news #Okinawa #OkinawaNews #沖縄 Latest incident fuels concern that US troop presence could undermine vital East Asian security ties Demonstrators hold placards during a protest outside Foreign Ministry building following the killing of a Japanese woman in Okinawa, for which a US Marine is a suspect, in Tokyo, Japan, Octob

  4. Kincaid nodded. He and two volunteer firemen reached inside the open canopy, hooked their arms beneath Remiel’s shoulders and knees, and gently lifted her from the cockpit of Remiel's Dizzy Lizzy. As they carried her down the slope toward the waiting wooden chair. The dust plume rolled across the dry lakebed like an advancing artillery barrage. Three olive-drab Dodge WC54 three-quarter-ton command trucks and a canvas-topped GMC six-by-six troop transport skidded to a halt in a sweeping semicircle, boxing in the stranded Plymouth sedan and Brawley’s weathered flatbed. Before the gravel had even stopped pinging against the fenders, the tailgates dropped. A dozen armed military policemen in olive-drab wool, white canvas leggings, and polished steel helmets emblazoned with black MP stencils vaulted into the dirt, their M1 carbines held at the low ready. "Nobody moves!" an officer barked, striding through the cloud of alkaline dust. He wore the gold oak leaves of an Army Air Forces major on the collar of his sun-bleached service dress, coupled with the crossed daggers of military intelligence.

  5. Caldwell looked at the footprints all around the downed vehicle. "Light frame. Small boots. But I don't see which way they lead. He turned back toward the cockpit, his face darkening. "Who was in that left seat with you, miss?" Remiel looked down at him from the high cockpit rim. Her pulse, visible at the hollow of her throat, didn't accelerate by a single beat, and she said nothing. Before Caldwell could press further, the sound of heavy combustion engines rumbled over the eastern mesa. It wasn't the sweet, whistling hum of Harlan’s Power Wagon or the sputter of Kincaid's water truck. It was the crushing, low-gear roar of a military convoy: six-by-six GMC troop transports and heavy Dodge command cars churning up a cloud of dust along the ranch fence line. "Army," Brawley spat, levering a round into the chamber of his Winchester with a sharp, oily clack. "They're cutting my wire." "Put that rifle down, Red," Caldwell commanded, stepping between the rancher and the crest of the hill. "Walter, get that girl out of the cockpit right now. Put her in that wheelchair and we'll thrash out who gets her when company's all here."

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