> Two Radical Arab Terrorists boarded a flight out of London. One took a
> window seat and the other sat next to him in the middle seat.
> Just before takeoff, a U.S. Marine sat down in the aisle seat. After
> takeoff, the Marine kicked his shoes off, wiggled his toes and was
> settling in when the Arab in the window seat said, "I need to get up to
> get a Coke."

> "Don't get up," said the Marine, "I'm in the aisle seat; I'll get it for
> you."

> As soon as he left, one of the Arabs picked up the Marine's shoe and
> spat in it.

> When the Marine returned with the Coke, the other Arab said, "That looks
> good; I'd really like one, too." Again, the Marine obligingly went to
> fetch it.

> While he was gone the other Arab picked up the Marine's other shoe and
> spat in it.

> When the Marine returned, they all sat back and enjoyed the flight.

> As the plane was landing, the Marine slipped his feet into his shoes and
> knew immediately what had happened.

> "Why does it have to be this way?" the Marine asked earnestly . "How
> long must this go on? This fighting between our nations? This hatred?
> This animosity? This spitting in shoes and pissing in Cokes?"


> THE FEW. THE PROUD. THE MARINES.