Morning Privates, get your asses in the chopper ASAP- we've got a mission to complete...
"Where' we going sarge?"
" We're going to hunt down an destroy some terrosrist dirtbags, reported downtown LA last night... Buckle up ladies...
"Aye aye Sarge..."
"what're we going to do when we see em sarge?"
"we're gonna pop um full of lead and kick there terrorist asses in the Pacific ocean - now check that tall building!"
" aye aye sarge - what building, they all seem tall to me sarge"
" I see em sarge!"
" Idiot, that's a big chicken!"
" sarge, i gotta go to the loo"
" shut up and search, or i'll loop this bird!"
" sarge... all this water ain't exactly making it better..."
" shut up, i feel it in my crotch, we're closing in on them..."
" see privates, there, in between those terminals! a group of terrorist-looking guys! we're going in!"
" Euh... sarge, the colonel send you out on the annual Simviation get-together... again...!"
" Darn, let's get out of here, those guys give me the creeps... if it wasn't for the Geneva convention, i swear i would..."
"Sarge, i still need to go to the loo"
"shut-up!"
Oh, wait...this is satire, isn't it? 
