Jadallah AL-Jabbar should tuck her of the coalition
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Trimming off the rest of this post is unnecessary.
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I will achieve anonymity by tallying the results in
uncorrelated tabulations and then deleting the emails.
(I know this loses interesting correlation data, but if
resondents want anonymity it's hard to avoid.)
I know that this anonymity promise depends on trust and that
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I will post results Saturday.
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you are a sergeant." With that he hastened away.
For a time the corporal stood wide-eyed. "Me, a sergeant?
Man!" he said, turning to me, "You tame the dogs and
every man of the Frontier Patrol will be your friend. Get in."
"Comrade corporal," I replied, "I should like the other
three dogs to go in with me, they know me and they know
these dogs."
"So it shall be," he answered, "Come with me and we
will get them."
We turned and went out to the trailer of the half track.
I fondled the three dogs, letting them lick me, letting them
put their smell on me. Then, with the three dogs jostling
and bounding around me, I went to the barred entrance of
the enclosure. Armed guards stood by in case any dog
escaped. Quickly the gate was opened a trifle, and I was
roughly thrust inside.
Dogs rushed at me from everywhere. The snapping jaws
of "my" three discouraged most from coming too close to
me, but one huge, ferocious beast, obviously the leader
sprang murderously at my throat. For that I was well
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prepared, and as I stepped aside I gave him a quick thrust
in the throat, a judo (or karate as people now term it) thrust
which killed him before he touched the ground. The body
was covered with a seething, struggling mass of dogs
almost before I could jump out of the way. The snarling
and snapping