For God's Sake, Its "lose", Not "loose!"
Sorry, but I saw this again and just snapped. Comical l33t is good. Having your way of writing is bad. I saw it several places to day, people thinking (seriously) that the word "lose" (pronounced: Looz) is spelled "loose". It has ONE "O".
Oy vey es mir. Sorry, had to get that off my chest.
Oy vey es mir. Sorry, had to get that off my chest.
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To clarify, people are using the spelling "loose" in this context:
Example: I think we are going to <b>loose</b> the game.
It should be:
I think we are going to <b>lose</b> the game.
They aren't using it as:
These clothes are to big, and therefore very <b>loose</b>.
Interpret that however. ;)
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Well, yeah. Pretty much.
I believe we have something in common here...
though I DO have a personal gripe with people who say 'to' when they mean 'too'... *cough*Mantrid*cough*
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how is it our problem? they're the one's who are spelling the words incorrectly. unless you mean it's our problem as in it's irritating for us. they should still at least know the difference between the two.
The really sad part is when people turn in a college research paper with this kind of crap on it. So very sad and pathetic.
May 10th 1863.
My Dear Amanda,
It has been a long time since I had an opportunity of writing to you, and I gladly avail myself of the present opportunity. I am not certain that I will have a chance of sending this but I will write a few lines any how and try and get it off to let you know that I am among the living.
We have been on a raid into Ms. but I have not time to give you the particulars of our trip. I will write in a few days if I can get a chance to send it and write you a long one. I just came off of picket and found the boys all writing to send by a man that has been discharged who is going to start home this morning. I was quite sick three or four days while in Mo. but have entirely recovered. We captured a good many prisoners while in Mo. and killed a good many. We went up as high as Jackson 8 or 10 miles above Cape Girardeau. We fought them nearly all day at the Cape on Sunday two weeks ago today. The yanks boasted that we would never get back to Ark but they were badly mistaken, for we are back again and have sustained but very light loss, we never lost a man out of our company and only one or two out of the regt. I wish I had time to give you a full description of our trip. It would be very interesting to you I know; but you will have to put up with this little scrawl for the present. I am in hopes that I will get a whole package of letters from you in a few days. I never wanted to see you half as bad in all my life as I do now. I would give anything in the world to see you and the children. I have no idea when I will have that pleasure. We can't get any news here - do not know what is going on in the outside world. The boys will all write as soon as they get a chance to send them off.
We will remain in this vicinity, I expect for some time to recruit our horses. Our horses are sadly worsted. We found plenty to eat and to feed our horses on in Mo but hardly even had time to feed or eat as we traveled almost insesantly night and day. We could get any amount of bacon of the very best kind at 10 cts and every thing else in proportion.
I must close for fear I do not get to send my letter off. Write offten I will get them some time. I will write every chance, do not be uneasy when you do not get letters, for when we are scouting around as we have been it is impossible to write or to send them off if we did write. Give my love to the old Lady and all the friends. My love and a thousand kisses to my own sweet Amanda and our little boys. How my heart yearns for thou that are so near and dear to me. Goodbye my own sweet wife, for the present. Direct to Little Rock as ---.
As ever your devoted and loving Husband, J.C. Morris.<!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd-->
<!--QuoteBegin--></div><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> </td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin-->Dear Y'all:
I'm now back in Saudi Arabia. I'm in a maintenance collection point about 20 miles from King Faud Military City (K.F.M.C). The rest of my unit is still in N. Kuwait. My tank developed an oil leak part way through the fighting, and finally quit 2 days ago.
I don't know if KFMC is on the map, but if it is you know where I am. I sure don't. I wrote some place names I saw on the way here on the back of my hand, but I did my laundry today and…
We passed Kuwait City on the coast road in the middle of the night. I can't describe it. I mean the scene on the highway. We all just looked at it in the moonlight as we drove through the now silent carnage, going "God damn, God damn…"
I talked to a lieutenant today who saw it during the day while it was still fresh, and he gave an interesting description of the dead that still littered the highway, vehicles, etc. He picked up a beret out of the front seat of a car, with a dead Iraqi in the back seat, eyes wide open, frozen in a silent scream.
I still think of the guy I shot the day before we attacked. If I hadn't done it, he could have been in an EPW camp right now, waiting to go home, just like me. He probably would have surrendered along with most of the others, just one day later.
We should be able to get to the phones in the next day or two. You'll already know if I did when you get this.
They're talking we'll be here like probably three weeks or so, then move into the KFMC itself for 3 weeks or so, and then move from there toward the aircraft. We heard the first guys got home today. 100 from 24th Mech at Ft. Stewart.
I guess I haven't said anything much about what I'd done during the ground war. I started writing to Marianne about it, but it didn't come out right. We didn't do much shooting, though we (my tank) expended more ammo than any of the others in my platoon. We never shot another tank or vehicle, except one suspect tank, that, after the dust from the artillery settled, ended up an already dead heavy truck. We shot up some trenches and bunkers, mostly empty. But you never really know. We ran over some AP mines and unexploded DPICM and cluster bombs here and there, received some incoming artillery off to our flank once, etc. Mine missed an anti-tank mine by about 2 feet on the right side once coming around a dune, and at our speed would have probably gone off under my gunner and I.
It never seemed like a war. More like a field problem. Even when stuff was burning all around you and firing going off all over the place, artillery firing from behind you and landing to your front. It was very real, but more a curiosity than anything else. I just can't describe it.
Like one time 21 was right next to me, and we were on the move. He was on my right, and ran over an AP mine or submunition with his left track. It exploded and sent **** flying past me. I was up out of my hatch, and the first thing that came to mind was can I get to my camera before the smoke clears? I didn't even think to duck. And the L.T. (21) just throws his hands up and smiles, like "Oh well".
The first time I ran over one I thought that 23, to my left had fired his main gun. I didn't realize 'till one of the others ran over one what had happened. Sometimes the stuff blows a hole through the track, etc. Sometimes it doesn't scratch it.
When we were breaching the main Iraqi defense line in the neutral zone, an idiot popped up with an AK from a trench and started firing. Mine was the first to return fire, and he didn't pop back up. Although the muzzle fask was pointing at us, you just don't think of it as someone shooting at you. Just a target and you engage it, like on a range.
Right after I released the mineroller and was linking back up with the platoon, some incoming artillery rounds landed maybe 300-400 yards from us to the left and my only consideration was that it wasn't a very good shot. And the second volley never came, so I just figured that our counter-battery must have had better aim.
Can you understand what I'm saying? I think I would have had to have gotten hit for it to seem different. I guess I've played it so much for the last ten years that it just didn't seem much different than the training. I've had field problems that were tougher. This only lasted for four days. It wasn't even long enough to seem like a war. The waiting and worrying before we did it were worse than doing it.
The only time I was ever really afraid was a couple of weeks before we did it. Then I got over that. After that, the only time I thought much about it was when I would picture that split second as the impact would rip my cupola from the turret and half my body would collapse onto my gunner's back, and the resulting tears back home. But not even that from the time the prep bombardment ended and we rolled forward through the cease fire.
The thing that was hardest for me was knowing how Marianne and you, Ma, were probably taking this back home. The image I've had of you two sitting in front of the T.V. afraid that I'm already dead, can and has choked me up and brought tears to my eyes. Even now as I write this I'm hoping that Marianne isn't still waiting for the "We're sorry" Team to come knock at the door. I wish I could get to a phone to relieve the pain.
You don't know what it's like to hold an M-16 up to a man's back and make him clear out of a trench, and pick up a few pieces of rock hard bread, blue and green with mold, and break pieces off and eat them.
Or realizing you came a few feet from crushing live men that you thought were dead, and only saw at the last moment because they were too afraid to stand up.
It's only been the last couple of days that I've come to realize the horror that has taken place here. It's not a personal feeling of horror, but more an overall picture of horror. And I think it's taken so long because with only the small number of exceptions on our part, it was almost entirely theirs.
I can only imagine what it was like for those who were part of the carnage of which we witnessed the silent aftermath on that highway. It is just so very strange.
I'm just now realizing the significance of all these things I've been through and seen, that were at the time merely curiosities. It's just different now. I don't know if I'm really explaining it or leaving you wondering what the hell I'm trying to get across.
I wish that that night that we were mopping up the remains of that republican guards division that there had been another one behind it, so that there would be less of them left. We have now left the rebels in Iraq with a much harder problem to solve in their struggle. And when we pulled up to Basra, we had to halt for about an hour while a battalion of Rep. Gds. T-72's pulled out of the positions that we sat in for 3 days before we withdrew. They left one behind that they couldn't get started, and I smashed out all the optics and visions blocks with a tanker's bar with delight, knowing how much work and money they'd spent fixing it. We should have torched it after we stripped it, but by that time it was a no-no.
The news said that rebels had come to our lines asking us to join them, and also said they were running short on ammo. Of course we couldn't join them, but I and others would have led them to the vast stock piles in our vicinity if they had come to us.
I think we've made a mistake and not finished this the way it should have been ended. There is now a weakness in my heart for the people of Iraq. I'm still trying to explain what has gone on here. The next time you go to the drive-thru at McDonalds, remember that you haven't been living off rice, onions, and radiator water in your hole in the ground for the last month and a half, hoping you won't be exterminated by a pilot you don't hate, because someone told you if you didn't they would kill you and your family.
The next time you see someone throwing garbage at the White House, know that a helicopter is not going to spray them with nerve gas.
Don't hate the guy that has been busy burning Kuwait hotels and dragging people off, because it's been happening in his hometown for quite a while now, and by now he probably doesn't even realize what he's doing.
It may appear to most of us over here and to you back home that we've done our jobs, but we've screwed up and didn't finish it. He's still alive, and unless somehow the rebels finish what we've started, we may be back.
I guess I'm finally starting to feel I've fought in a war.
This is what I expected it to be like in the first place before I came over here. It just took a while for it to sink in that it really was. I think the easy victory just clouded the undertones until I reflected on it for a while here tonight.
But I still think we did the right thing, although we didn't go far enough. I still like what I do, this hasn't changed that. And I'm not psycologically scarred or maimed for life. If anything, this has just reinforced all I've believed in before I came over here. And I'll be home soon.
Love,
Dan<!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd-->
First is a love letter from the Civil War, second is a letter from the Gulf war.
but you're damn right mantrid ITS LOSE YOU ILLITERATE PEOPLE
i can sypathise with people whose first language is not english, but really, no one on these boards is under the age of 12 that i know of, and its starting to get annoying
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but you're damn right mantrid ITS LOSE YOU ILLITERATE PEOPLE
i can sypathise with people whose first language is not english, but really, no one on these boards is under the age of 12 that i know of, and its starting to get annoying<!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd-->
You mean:
<b>I</b> posted a topic about this a month ago, although it got <b>locked</b>; however, mine was slightly more <b>aggressively</b> worded, and got locked within 6 posts<b>.</b>
<b>B</b>ut you're damn right mantrid IT<b>'</b>S LOSE YOU ILLITERATE PEOPLE <b>.</b>
<b>I</b> can <b>sympathize </b> with people whose first language is not <b>E</b>nglish, but really, no one <b>that I know of</b> on these boards is under the age of 12 , and it<b>'</b>s starting to get annoying<b>.</b>
I'm not sure about the "that I know of" part actually, but I'm sure the way you wrote it relates to "the age of 12 that you know of"
All this to say, stop complaining if you don't write correctly yourself. This is a freaking board. I'm behind my screen, you're behind yours. We could be anybody, and nothing we can do in our lives will ever change the other's. There are other much worse problems than the words typed by a random person, posted on a gaming forum, for some quick, non-literary discussion.
Don't you mean loose? <!--emo&:p--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html//emoticons/tounge.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='tounge.gif' /><!--endemo-->
Sympathise or sympathize... they're both pretty much right depending on where you're from or how pedantic you're feeling at the time ^~
Sympathise or sympathize... they're both pretty much right depending on where you're from or how pedantic you're feeling at the time ^~<!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd-->
Actually raz0r forgot them m in sympathiz(s)e...which is why he corrected (...unless he's a self centered American like myself...give me all your money...NOW!!!! <!--emo&:D--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html//emoticons/biggrin.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='biggrin.gif' /><!--endemo--> - Really, I could use it. ).
The only non-accidental mistakes I make generally involve lay and lie...although I usually get them right in German, so it's weird. Fell and fall are also a kind of this verb (where one is derived from the other but still its own verb), fell and fall is easier because nobody fells anything anymore. One is to be in the position, the other is to go into the position.
I enjoy using z in words like civilization and sympathize...because z is under used. Also, while I find ou to look better, just typing o is more efficient (although not by much)...so color wins over colour and armor wins over armour.
Then there's the," Never start a sentance with a preposition" stuff...bah, I'll start a sentance with whatever I want <!--emo&:p--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html//emoticons/tounge.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='tounge.gif' /><!--endemo--> (happens in german all the time anyway; and English is a Germanic language).
Now that we've got lose and loose straightened out...lets focus on something else...
So, is it volcano or volcanoe (or similarily, potato or potatoe)?
[personally I omit the e...but whatever]
anyway, it's because he missed the m, felt as if he was drunk for a split second when writing locked, and missed punctuation here and there, along with its/it's errors.
Apart from that, it's not as if I cared, it's just to prove we can be perfectly understoon even if we write quite badly. Which means, there's no reason to go crazy about such small mistakes. Although writing absolutely horrible is quite a pain as well. But honestly, there's better things to fight about than a letter in a word.