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 and 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. He leaned over
              and asked his Arab neighbors...



 



'Why
              does it have to be this way? 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.