i got a little bored this afternoon. being as that i couldnt run to the range i shot with me camera instead.
I have been a silent witness
to all of America's finest hours.
But my finest hour comes
when I am torn into strips and used as bandages
for my wounded comrades on the battlefield,
When I fly at half-mast to honor my soldiers,
Or when I lie in the trembling arms
of a grieving mother
at the graveside of her fallen son.
I really think this protecting idiots has gone too far. I'm no expert in hieroglyphics, but this pictogram seems to me like it's recommending an apron, helmet mounted face shield, additional safety glasses, particle mask, and elbow gloves. Possibly hearing pro too, I can't really tell. This is on the back of a sheet of sand paper...