The last line in this Washtimes article said "and six U.S. Marines are embedded with Mongolian troops as trainers." Huh? This was all news to me. If its one country I would like to visit its Mongolia. I did not know Marines were in Mongolia. Nobody tells me anything. I goggled around and sure enough there is lots of interesting things going on in my favorite country I mean other than the US of A. To me, Mongolia is a lot like a huge Montana. Lots of open range. Horses up the Kudsu River, ger's or yurts but don't call them yurts (the Russians called them yurts and the Mongolians are still pissed at the Russians). Mongolia is fast becoming the lynch pin in the war against the thugs. They sent about a 170 Mongolians to Iraq but don't kid yourself about the numbers each man counts Genghis Khan as his granddaddy and he over ran Baghdad in 1273. I was surprised to find there is even a U.S. Marine in Basra from Mongolia and he rated a full bird visit to his hometown. Army Colonel Tom Wihelm, stopped in just say to howdy to the proud parents in Ulan Bator. Old Rummy was in town too, just in time to get the present of a horse from the President of Mongolia which he promptly named Montana. Whoa. Montana. Nothing gets by Rummy. Montana is called Big Sky and the one thing Mongolia love about their country is "Tenger" or Big Sky. Writing in Outside magazine, Tim Cahill cautions visitors to learn to pronounce "mee Mer-ee-koon," which means "I'm an American." Mongolians are still sore at the Russians for introducing their leaders to the ideals of communism and naturally still hold a grudge against any tall fair looking types that might innocently be confused as "Russian" When this confusion happens why some cowpoke will, by accident of course, slam your shoulder real hard like a mad dog linebacker on his way off the sidewalk mutter excuse me and just in case you didn't hear his apology make a U-turn and try to smack you again. Right about now is a good time to sing out loud and clear: "MEE MER-EE-KOON! Now all this got started way back in the early twenties the Mongolian leadership, always suckers for something new, took up with the Soviets and communism and pretty soon things went from bad to terrible bad and one thing led to another and soon every one was pissed off at everybody but the straw that finally lit the fuse happened when the leadership got the bright idea that it would be a good thing to herd all those foot loose, fancy free, horse riding cow pokes to settle down, get a job in town and quite fooling around the wide open spaces doing nothing. Boy howdy, nothing says dog dew like "give it up cowboy and get a real job" next thing you know every one is carrying signs w/one word:"MURINDOO'. Yup. You guessed it. "Mount up" Its the one word command Genghis Kahn used to say when he was ready to rock and roll on the world: Mount Up. Cowboy up. Marines and Mongolians have a lot in common as when Marines are ready to turn and burn on uppity thugs they also holler: "Saddle Up". Well, great minds will think alike and its not my fault. Give the Mongolian commie party its due, though, they knew they had really stepped into serious dog dew and next thing you know why they voted to dissolve the party and leave Dodge. Pronto. The Soviets left also and took their subsides with them and, of course, that left the country high and dry and on the stony broke reef. The Mongolians got back on track when the world discovered their country could be the lynch pin in (WAT) war against thugs and what do you know foreign aid started coming into the country and things are looking up now. But you know this old boy in Mongolia was not one bit confused and he got me by saying shoot man, we know our new roads are built with money from taxes the Americans pay and we thank the Americans. Hells bells, man, now I don't feel so bad for the cut the yankee govt takes every April 15th. Shoot, I might even smile too.