Sgt. Lynchs flaming dboard o' doom. Ahhhh, the memories. All I have to do is read on ASC when people think there is too much flaming here, and just laugh.
It doesn't seem much, to stir a man's soul. Just a moth eaten rag on a worm eaten pole. But 'tis the deeds that were done 'neath this moth eaten rag, when the pole was a staff, and the rag was a flag.
CUM CATAPULTAE PROSCRIPTAE ERUNT TUM SOLI PROSCRIPT CATAPULTAS HABEBUNT