Robertlyn Schultz

Army Veteran, Combat Engineer, 1st ID, 1st Engineer BN.

AS in Electronic Engineering Technology

Personal&Discreet Protection (Physical& ECM)

Truck Driver

[Robertlyn Schultz @RobertlynS]

Is WAR the right of a nation, or is it just Human Nature?

When two tribes go to war... why do other tribes want to join in?

When two City -States fought, they both would send riders to allied cities, with mixed results

When two Kingdoms went to war, the kings would send for their subjects and lords

When Empires fought, they called up colonial forces.

Now, in the modern age, when Nations go to war, they start with a rule-set that only a few actually follow, and have to get a consensus of other "Willing Nations" to start hostilities... that is cool. But if one nation invades another, without all that rig-a-maroll... well, THAT nation is evil incarnate, with a leader that does the Devil's bidding.

**unless you are a nation in the continent of Africa, it is a free-for-all there.

Yeah, pretty sure there is something funky going on.

[Robertlyn Schultz @RobertlynS]

@HunterBiden

[NOBUNAGA🇯🇵🏯_夏樹蒼依 @japan_nobunaga]

USA. A stadium parking lot. I came to watch a battle, and found the army feasting three hours before it.

Hundreds of tents. Grills. Clan flags flying from trucks. Men in war paint handing food to strangers. I assumed the game had been cancelled and this was the consolation.

"When does the battle begin?" I asked a man tending an enormous grill.

"Kickoff's at one. We've been here since seven."

Seven. In my land, an army eats quietly before war, in case it is the last meal. Here, the meal IS the war. The enemy parking lot is doing the same thing forty yards away. Nobody is fighting. Everyone is grilling.

A man handed me a plate. I had not asked. I was not known to him. The plate held more meat than my ancestors saw in a winter.

"You with us or them?" he asked.

"I am with whoever fed me," I said. It is the oldest law.

"Good answer," he said, and gave me more.

Then I learned the terrible truth. The man at the grill — the general of this feast — was not going inside.

"You will not watch the battle?"

"Nah. I'll catch it on the radio. Somebody's gotta watch the grill."

He marches to the war. He feeds the army. He does not enter. In eight hundred years of my family's records, there is no rank for this man.

There should be.

I was full. I was confused. I was, somehow, home.

An army that eats together has already won. The game is a detail.

When the crowd roared inside the stadium, the grill man nodded once, and flipped a burger.

Next week I am bringing my own tent. He said I could park beside him. We are allies now.

The terms were ribs.

[Robertlyn Schultz @RobertlynS]

So I was bored... Anyone else do this... or am I the Weird Guy?

https://t.co/lJ99swz4yG

[BLACK DUMPLING™ @BlackDumpling]

No, it's not a terrorist attack. If this was Spain it would fit right in with the Reconquista.

They didn't come with swords, they came with hungry mouths and multiple wives.

Against the West militarily they had no chance but they could exploit Western charity and kindness.

"Feed us. Cloth us. Give us everything you have.

And we will devour you as you do."

No, this was not a terrorist attack.

This was an act of war. But let's be fair. They started it.

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@BlackDumpling TOO TRUE!

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If you dont like Desert Punk, you are lame.

Do better.

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On Brixxi's Knob

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In the Jeep

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@pureMetatron @JohnMar05239136 @IHOP Congratulations

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@infantrydort Nobody ever ask Combat Engineers about building monuments for Warriors... that is an unforgivable oversight in my opinion.

Just think.... Hescos and Wire, Porta Johns and A Humveee

And signage for the Fallen...

Done, now were is the beer?

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@army1325air You be pruning your followers? Did you breakout the black cloak and scythe?

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Just before I moved out of California, I had just beaten 3 felonies in California Courts for weapons charges, all charges were thrown out at the Prelim ... I REFUSED to take a deal, even their final "misdemeanor" deal with 2 years supervised probation. I told them to shove it

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The Time Is Nigh... Arm Up Ladies

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@WhiteGirl1776 C-Ya!

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This is one of the best X accounts... Im seriously you guys!

[NOBUNAGA🇯🇵🏯_夏樹蒼依 @japan_nobunaga]

USA. The suburbs. My neighbor Dale complimented my lawn, and I understood immediately that war had been declared.

It began at dawn on the day of rest. A roar. I went outside. Dale was marching a machine across his grass in perfectly straight lines — alone, unbidden, at first light. Up and down the street, the same scene: men grooming the earth itself, blowing single leaves from one place to another with enormous seriousness.

"Gotta stay on top of it!" Dale called over the noise.

Stay on top of it. As though the grass, left alone for one week, would rise up and take the house.

So I began tending mine. Modestly, at first. And then one morning Dale passed my fence, raised his coffee, and said the words.

"Lawn's lookin' good!"

In my country, war was declared with messengers and sealed scrolls. Here, it is declared with a compliment about your lawn.

I bought an edger. Dale answered with diagonal stripes. I rose at six. The following Saturday, Dale's mower was running at 5:45. We greet each other warmly over the fence, and neither of us has ever acknowledged what is happening, because that is the rule.

My back aches in a way I associate with actual combat. I have never been happier.

A man does not ask Dale for peace. There is no peace. There is only lawn.

My grass is now short enough to disappoint a rabbit. My lines are straight enough to navigate by. Yesterday a man slowed his truck, looked at my yard, nodded once, and drove on.

Dale saw it. DALE SAW IT.

A lawn, I have learned, is a letter to your street that says: I am still trying. Mine now says it in very straight lines.

Saturday, 5:30 a.m. The war continues. Dale does not know it yet.

Dale knows.

[NOBUNAGA🇯🇵🏯_夏樹蒼依 @japan_nobunaga]

USA. A gas station register. I was three cents short, and what happened next has quietly ruined my life.

The cashier did not sigh. She did not wait. She reached into a small dish beside the register, took three pennies, and paid my debt with them. "There you go, hon."

I asked whose coins those were.

"Take a penny, leave a penny," she said, pointing at a sign, as if those six words explained the dish, the store, and the entire country.

A tiny treasury. Open. Unguarded. By the door. Fed by anyone, for anyone. No ledger. No guard. No interest.

Let me be clear about what occurred: I, the head of an eight-hundred-year house, was bailed out at a gas station by an anonymous dish.

I could not sleep that night. A debt is a debt. The dish had stood for me. I would stand for the dish.

I returned the next morning with three pennies, plus one for honor. The cashier said I didn't have to do that. I returned the day after with five more. She said, "Sir, it's a penny dish." By Friday she had stopped explaining and simply waved when I came in.

A man does not ask three cents to be nothing. He returns four, and keeps returning.

The dish is now full. She says it has never been so full. Other customers have started adding to it — possibly out of confusion, possibly because a full dish invites fullness. Yesterday a man took two pennies and left a quarter. The economy of the doorway is booming.

I borrowed three cents. The debt was small.

The honor was not.

The cashier calls me "the penny guy" now. I came to this country with one name, eight hundred years old. I have since been Banana, and now the penny guy. I answer to all of them. Of course I answer to all of them.

[Robertlyn Schultz @RobertlynS]

@japan_nobunaga @Mister589 Nice!

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@TheBuddyCSM There are roles us over 50 guys could do CSM...
Range support and referee at DTC Irwin maybe?
Fucking pencil-pusher's rules are keeping us olds out of the game entirely... thus is Bullshit.

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@TomcatJunkie That airframe always looks surprised

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@a_us3r_n4m3 @BlackDumpling Yeah... and...