Саба, ти правий, на рясне давно ігор не було, поки погода не тішить думаю урбан не завадить побігати.
Саба, ти правий, на рясне давно ігор не було, поки погода не тішить думаю урбан не завадить побігати.
The call to serve, it has no sound, yet I have heard it in the whispered retelling of honorable sacrifices made by those who have served before me.
The call to serve has no form, yet I have clearly seen it in the eyes of the men and women infinitely more courageous and more driven than most.
The call to serve has no weight, yet I have held it in my hands...
AMERICA*s NAVY: a global force for good
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