“After watching Americans die on 9/11 Pat Tillman immediately walked away from a $3.5 million NFL contract to enlist in the 2nd battalion of the 75th Ranger Regiment to fight terrorists in Iraq & the Taliban in Afghanistan.
Tillman gave his life serving his country 17 years ago.”
Attached are two photos of Tillman, one in his red sporting jersey, another in his military uniform.
Then a reply from That Sesame Will Die, and Have Wa… @AmateurExpertOpand
“how did he die, exactly?”
Second screencap reads, “Tillman’s family was initially told that their son was killed by enemy fire. It was not until more than a month later that they learned the actual details of his death.
Among those who were kept in the dark Spe. Tillman’s own brother, Kevin, a fellow Ranger in Elliott’s platoon.”
Third screencap reads
“As both wars droned on, Tillman, the picture perfect poster boy, evolved into something of a wild card. With a Chomsky meeting on the horizon there existed a very real possibility that Tillman, in the weeks leading up to the 2004 presidential election, might go public with his anti-war, anti-Bush views, dealing a critical blow to the very foundation of the Bush administration’s propaganda pyramid. That day never came, however. On April 22, 2004, Tillman was killed while on patrol in Afghanistan by three American bullets to the head.”
One piece of Avatar lore I don’t quite believe is that most avatars don’t learn they’re the avatar until they’re told on their 16th birthday.
like, POV you’re some Earth Kingdom kid who knows the previous Water Tribe avatar died suspiciously close to the time you were born. You CANNOT tell me that that entire class-year of starry bright-eyed children doesn’t spend every waking moment trying to prove they’re the avatar. “Shut up Hang Lee you’re not the avatar I’M the avatar. That stream just moved toward me.” “Nuh-uh a fish did that and Avatar Tepek died on the summer solstice and YOU’RE a winter baby.” “All the seasons are opposite in the water tribe Hang Lee!” “Nuh-uh”
You’re 8 years old with all your other 8-year-old friends at your first day of How To Throw A Rock Class you CANNOT tell me that every kid present doesn’t waste half the class trying to catch grass on fire with all the sincerity and conviction of a gas station hopeful snagging a mega-millions lotto ticket with their Mars bar and $30 gas fill-up.