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I Am Italian○● B R I T I S H ○●
[x] You drink a lot of tea.
 You know what a brolly is.
 Deal or No Deal has taken over your life.
 You wanted Ben to win X Factor.
 You use the word "bugger" or the phrase "bloody hell"
[x] Fish and Chips are yummy.
 You can eat a Full English Breakfast.
 You dislike emos almost as much as you dislike chavs.
 Its football...not soccer.
 You believe the correct way to spell 'Color'; is 'Colour', and 'Centre.'
○● A U S T R A L I A N ○●
 You wear flip flops all year.
 You call flip flops "thongs", not flip flops.
[x] You love a backyard Barbie.
[x] You know a Barbie is not a doll.
[x] You love the beach.
[x] Sometimes you swear without realizing.
 You're a sports fanatic.
[x] You are tanned.
 You're a bit of a bogan.
 You have an Australian something
○● I T A L I A N ○●
 The Sopranos is a great show.
 Your last name ends in a vowel.
[x] Your grandmot
Supernatural Time Travel Dean's PoV
I winced and pushed my self up from the ground as I saw Sam do the same, " Thank you Castiel next time could you land us somewhere with softer ground" I picked up my shotgun which was lying next to me and walked over to Sam who was surveying the land around us. "So Sammy where the hell are we". I heard Sam groan and shook his head " What are we somewhere in the jungle or something cause it kind of looks like that." Sam then looked at him with a frown on his lips. " No where in the Cretaceous Period I'm positive that we are. Half of these ferns don't even exist in our time .." I zoned of as he started to explain everything but I blinked a few times and shook my head" Wait the what period"
" The Cretaceous Period " Sam replied"
"Well that's just great&
A Turning Point in the Clockwork WarA war of attrition
depends on supply and drawdown,
how much you have and how much you use up.
With personnel, the balance concerns
the influx of recruitment versus
the outflow of casualties, deserters, invalids.
There is only so much loss
that a fighting force can sustain
and still fight.
Pilot Claude Archer was the first
to challenge his invalid discharge.
"I don't need legs to fly," he said,
patting the healed stumps of his thighs.
"My Osprey runs on elbow grease."
The members of the discharge board
paused and looked at each other.
What he said was true.
The Osprey-class fighter jets
relied on hand controls,
and a sharp eye and iron nerve.
Fingers flicked through the stack
of discharge papers -- so many, many pages.
So many soldiers lost, never to fight again.
They could not afford to let slip even one
who might be retained, somehow,
to face the front line once more.
Far less could the war effort spare
one of its best pilots.
So they put Pilot Archer back on the roster,
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