I watched a movie about the Marines on a Pacific Island in World War II on Monday night. In the film, a platoon attacked a bunker with rifles, grenades, and a flame thrower. The flame thrower was particularly dramatic; the Marine gripped the nozzle with both hands and pulled the trigger. With a loud whooshing sound the flames arced forward. He swept the nozzle back and forth; the flames were horrific.
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The Blame Game
We were talking over coffee and disagreed; I did not know much about the subject of the conversation, but with my secret mental skills, I was certain I was right.