 Iraqi reconstruction in his first book, We Meant Well: How I Helped Lose the Battle for the Hearts and Minds of the Iraqi People. A TomDispatch regular, he writes about current events at his blog, We Meant Well. His next book is Ghosts of Tom Joad: A Story of the #99Percent. To stay on top of important articles like these, sign up to receive the latest updates from TomDispatch.com here.

Follow TomDispatch on Twitter and join us on Facebook or Tumblr. Check out the newest Dispatch Book, Ann Jones’s They Were Soldiers: How the Wounded Return From America’s Wars—The Untold Story. 11 and half minutes is finite.

No matter what you’re afraid of. Falling down. Running out of energy and instantly collapsing in a coma. Legs turning to dust. Failing to do something well. Every runthrough will end in no more than 11 and a half minutes. All comes to pass.

You have a greater chance of dying in a marching accident than in a plane crash. Or a shark attack.

Drum corps is ABSURDLY dangerous. You run around a field with up to 50 pounds of equipment, multitasking for 11 and half minutes with 149 other people, and your drill writer literally writes dots inches apart from one another.



If you’re in pit and don’t march, you load and unload thousands of pounds of equipment from a truck 700 times a day.



Sometimes it’s 110 degrees outside.



Also, there are thunderstorms and most of your equipment conducts electricity.



If you survive even one year of this, you have a guardian angel.



There is a lot of crying in drum corps.

You’ll injure yourself and march through the pain. You’ll fight with someone and drown in an illogical tangle of emotion. You’ll miss your dot and never hear the end of it from the staff. Something will happen at home and you’ll feel alone hundreds of miles away.



One day, you’ll throw your heart on the field one last time and know you at last have no more to give. One day, you’ll get on a bus to go home and watch your friends all leave, one by one, each of them taking a part of you away.



There is a lot of crying in drum corps
Iraqi reconstruction in his first book, We Meant Well: How I Helped Lose the Battle for the Hearts and Minds of the Iraqi People. A TomDispatch even, he write about current events at his web log, We Meant Well. His adjacent book is Ghosts of Tom Joad: A fib of the # 99Percent. To stay on top of significant articles like these, sign up to meet the latest updates from TomDispatch.com here. 

 stick to TomDispatch on Twitter and connect us on Facebook or Tumblr. Check out the newest Dispatch Book, Ann Jones ’s They Were soldier: How the Wounded Return From America ’s Wars — The Untold Story. 11 and half minutes is finite. 

 No matter what you ’re afraid of. hang down. Running out of energy and instantly crumble in a coma. Legs turning to dust. Failing to make something well. Every runthrough will end in no more than 11 and a half minutes. All comes to pass. 

 You have a great chance of dying in a marching accident than in a plane crash. Or a shark fire. 

 Drum corps is ABSURDLY dangerous. You run around a field with up to 50 pounds of equipment, multitasking for 11 and half minutes with 149 other people, and your drill writer literally writes point inches apart from one another. 



 If you ’re in colliery and do n’t border, you load and unload thousands of pounds of equipment from a hand truck 700 times a sidereal day. 



 Sometimes it ’s 110 degrees outside. 



 Also, there are thunderstorm and most of your equipment conducts electricity. 



 If you survive even one year of this, you have a guardian angel. 



 There is a fortune of crying in drum corps. 

 You ’ll injure yourself and march through the pain. You ’ll contend with someone and drown in an illogical tangle of emotion. You ’ll miss your dot and never hear the goal of it from the staff. Something will happen at home and you ’ll feel entirely hundreds of nautical mile away. 



 One day, you ’ll bewilder your heart on the airfield one last time and acknowledge you at last suffer no more to give. One sidereal day, you ’ll get on a bus to move home and watch your friends all leave, one by one, each of them taking a region of you away. 



 There be a lot of crying in drum corps
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Iraqi reconstruction in his first book, We How Helped Lose Battle for the Iraqi A TomDispatch regular, writes about current at his blog, We Meant Well. next book is Ghosts of Tom Joad: A Story of the #99Percent. To on top of important articles like these, sign up to receive the latest from here. TomDispatch Twitter and join us on Facebook or Tumblr. Check out the newest Dispatch Book, Ann Jones’s Were Soldiers: How the Wounded Return From America’s Untold Story. 11 and minutes is finite. No matter you’re of. Falling Running of and instantly collapsing a coma. Legs turning to dust. Failing to do something well. Every runthrough will end in no than 11 half minutes. comes pass. have a greater dying in a marching accident than crash. Or a shark attack. Drum corps is dangerous. You around a field with up to pounds of equipment, multitasking for 11 and half with 149 other people, and your drill writer literally writes dots inches apart from one you’re in pit and march, you load unload of of from a 700 times a day. Sometimes it’s 110 degrees outside. Also, there thunderstorms and most of your equipment conducts electricity. If you one of this, you a guardian angel. There a of crying in drum injure and pain. fight someone and drown in illogical tangle of emotion. You’ll your dot and never from the staff. Something will happen at home you’ll feel alone hundreds of miles away. day, you’ll throw your heart on the field one last time and you at no more to give. One day, you’ll get a bus to go and watch your friends all leave, one by one, of taking a of you away. is a lot crying in drum
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No mAttEr wHat yOU’rE aFraId OF. FaLLiNg dOWn. RUnning ouT oF eNergy And iNSTANtly ColLapsIng in A coma. Legs turnIng To duST. FaIling To do sOmetHiNg welL. Every RunthRoUgh will end in no mOre tHan 11 and a haLf mInUteS. ALl comES to pasS.

YoU haVe a greaTer chanCE of DyING In A marching accident tHaN IN a Plane craSh. Or a sHArK aTTack.

Drum CoRps Is ABsurDLY dAngeROuS. You run aRound a FIeLd With up tO 50 pOunds oF eQuiPmeNt, mulTItasKing foR 11 and half MinutES with 149 other peopLE, and your drill WRiTER lITeraLly Writes dots iNcheS AparT froM OnE anOTher.



IF you’rE iN PiT And don’t march, you load AnD unloaD thouSands of pounds Of equipmenT FROm a truck 700 TimeS A dAY.



Sometimes it’s 110 dEgreeS outside.



AlSO, there arE thunDerstormS and most oF YOur equipMenT coNduCts ELEcTricity.



If you sURVive EvEn one yeAr oF this, yoU haVe a GuaRdiAn Angel.



TherE is a lot oF cRyInG iN drUm corPS.

You’ll inJuRe yOuRseLf and MArch thRough The pAiN. YOU’ll Fight wiTH sOMEone AnD dRown In aN iLlogiCal tANglE of emotIon. You’ll mIss YOur dOt AnD never hEar the end of it FrOm the staff. soMetHing wiLL Happen at Home and you’ll feel alone huNDreds of MilEs awaY.



One Day, you’ll tHroW your hEarT On the fIeld onE last TiMe aND Know yOU At LasT hAve no more tO GIve. one daY, yOu’ll Get on a bUs to go home and watch YOur Friends all leaVe, oNe by ONE, eAch OF tHEm tAkINg a PARt of you away.



TherE is a lot of cRyINg In drum corpS
 Iraqi reconstruction in h is first b ook,WeMea nt  Wel l: H ow I Helped Lo s e th e Battle for the Heart s and  M i ndso fthe I raqi Pe o pl e .  ATo mD isp at c hregul ar,  he wri tes aboutcur re nt events at hi s blog, We  Me ant Well. Hi s n ext bo ok  is Ghost s o f Tom  Joad: A Stor y of the#9 9 Percen t . To st a y  o n to p of important ar t ic l es like these,  signup to r ece ive  the lates tupdat e s fromT om D i s pat c h.com here.
Follow TomD i spa tch on  T wit t er and  join  u s  on  Facebook o r Tu mblr. Che ck out the new e st Disp atch B ook , A nn J o ne s’ s T he y  We r eSol d ier s: How t he  W ounde d Re t u r n  Fro m A meri ca’sWars—The Unto ldStor y . 1 1 and  half  min ut es is  finit e.

N omatter what you ’reafraid of . F al lin gdown. Runnin g o utof ener gy andi nst an t l y  c ollapsing in a com a. L eg s turnin g to d u st .F ailing t odosome t h ing w ell. Ev ery runt hrough wi ll  end in  n o more  t han  11  anda  hal f minu tes. All  come s  to pass.

You have a greate r  c h a nc e  ofdyi ng in a mar chin g  acc iden t  t han in aplane  c r as h . Or a shark attack .
Drumcorps  is ABSURDLYdangerous. Y o u run ar ound af ield with up t o 50pounds ofe quipment , mul titaskin g for 11a n d half m inu tes  wi th1 4 9other people, a nd y ou r drill  wr iter li ter all y w rit es  dots inc hes apar tfr om  o neanoth e r.



If  y ou’ re  in  pita nd don ’t ma rch,  y ou loa d and u n lo a d  tho us an ds o f p ou nds o f eq u ipm ent fro m a truck  70 0  tim es  a  day.


Sometimes i t’ s 110 degr ee s o utside . 


Also,  there are thunderstorm s  and mo stof yo ur e quipmentcon ductsele c tricit y.


If yo usur v i ve ev e n  o neye ar of this , you  have  a  gua rdian a ngel.



There isa  lo t of crying i n d rumc o rp s.Yo u ’ll  i n jur e yourself and ma rch throug ht he  pain. You ’ llfi ght wit h someo ne an d  drownin an ill ogical ta ng le o f emo tion. You’ ll missyour dota nd ne v er  hear  th e endof  it  from  the s t aff . Som ething  w ill ha ppenat  home an d you’ll feel alone hun dredsof mi les  away.


On e  da y, you’ll  thr ow your he art  on  thefie l d one  las t  t ime and k nowy ou at las t  h ave n omore to giv e . One  day,  yo u ’ll ge t on  a bus to go home and watch your  fri e n dsall leav e,  one by one, e ach  o f them tak in g a part of  you awa y. 


Th ere is  a lot  of cry i n gi n drum  cor ps
 Iraqi_reconstruction in_his first book, We_Meant Well:_How_I Helped_Lose_the Battle for_the Hearts and_Minds of the Iraqi_People. A TomDispatch_regular,_he writes about current events at his blog, We Meant Well. His next book_is_Ghosts of_Tom_Joad:_A Story of the #99Percent._To stay on top of_important articles_like these, sign up to receive the latest_updates_from TomDispatch.com here.

Follow_TomDispatch on Twitter and join us on Facebook or_Tumblr. Check out the newest Dispatch_Book, Ann Jones’s_They_Were_Soldiers: How the Wounded_Return From America’s Wars—The Untold Story._11 and half minutes is finite.

No_matter what you’re afraid of. Falling down._Running out of energy and instantly_collapsing in a coma. Legs_turning to_dust. Failing to do something_well. Every runthrough_will end_in no more_than 11 and a half minutes._All comes to_pass.

You have a greater chance of_dying_in a marching_accident_than_in a_plane crash. Or_a_shark attack.

Drum_corps_is ABSURDLY dangerous. You run around_a_field with up to 50 pounds of_equipment, multitasking for 11_and_half minutes with 149_other people, and your drill_writer literally writes dots inches apart_from one_another.



If you’re_in pit and don’t march, you load and unload thousands of_pounds of equipment from a truck_700 times a day.



Sometimes_it’s 110_degrees_outside.



Also, there are_thunderstorms_and most_of your equipment conducts electricity.



If you survive_even one_year of this, you have a_guardian angel.



There is a_lot_of crying in drum corps.

You’ll injure_yourself and march through the pain._You’ll fight with someone and_drown_in_an illogical tangle of emotion._You’ll miss your dot and never_hear the end_of it from the staff. Something will_happen_at home and you’ll feel alone_hundreds_of miles away.



One day, you’ll throw_your_heart_on the field one last_time and know you at last_have no more to give. One day, you’ll get_on a bus_to go home and watch_your_friends_all leave, one by one, each of them taking a_part of_you away.



There is_a lot of crying in drum corps