what is your rhythmic dancing, stryker asked? natural type, simple form of dancing, any kind of dancing is a rhythmic dancing. stryker invited her to demonstrate but she had the sense to keep her seat and her hands folded in her lap. when a recreational trimming specialist testified that he was in charge of a craft school for men and women, he pretended that he didn't hear and asked was that a craft or a craft school? we do not have the other, said the witness blandly. but for the sheer historical moment, the star witness was another specialist and craft teacher robert marshall of brooklyn. he told the committee that he taught boondoggles and asked to clarify, marshall replied somewhat sadly according to "the new york times" and spent a good deal of time explaining it. it's simply a term applied beckham a pioneer days to what we call gadget's today things men and boys to the useful in their everyday operations but recreations are out their home they may be making bolts and leather with ropes or it may be by working kansas or inte

i was in the lead stryker vehicle, had metal basically up to my neck, i was inside the stryker standing up. i still had my m-4, my oakley m frames on, i was looking cool. had my kevlar on. doing everything that i was supposed to do. looked at him and said, hey, get out of your vehicle. and i knew he heard me because he looked over his shoulder straight at me and raised his hands off the steering wheel and then put 'em back down. nothing happened. i was like, okay, well, maybe he understood or maybe he's saying i don't know where i am, i'm lost. i didn't know. so i yelled at him again. he raised his hands up again off the steering wheel and shook his hands no and let his foot off the brake. i then had to make a decision. so i shot two rounds in front of his vehicle with my m4 and, boom, my world went black. i woke up a week or so laettner walter reed army medical center, my life forever changed. my world went black not only physically, being blind the rest of my life, the shrapnel had cut my left eye in half, entered the frontal lobe on the left side of my brain and metal went through my

i was in the lead stryker vehicle, had metal basically up to my neck, i was inside the stryker standing up. i still had my m-4, my oakley m frames on, i was looking cool. had my kevlar on. doing everything that i was supposed to do. looked at him and said, hey, get out of your vehicle. and i knew he heard me because he looked over his shoulder straight at me and raised his hands off the steering wheel and then put 'em back down. nothing happened. i was like, okay, well, maybe he understood or maybe he's saying i don't know where i am, i'm lost. i didn't know. so i yelled at him again. he raised his hands up again off the steering wheel and shook his hands no and let his foot off the brake. i then had to make a decision. so i shot two rounds in front of his vehicle with my m4 and, boom, my world went black. i woke up a week or so laettner walter reed army medical center, my life forever changed. my world went black not only physically, being blind the rest of my life, the shrapnel had cut my left eye in half, entered the frontal lobe on the left side of my brain and metal went through my

i was in the lead stryker vehicle, had metal basically up to my neck, i was inside the stryker standingup. i still had my m-4, my oakley m frames on, i was looking cool. had my kevlar on. doing everything that i was supposed to do. looked at him and said, hey, get out of your vehicle. and i knew he heard me because he looked over his shoulder straight at me and raised his hands off the steering wheel and then put 'em back down. nothing happened. i was like, okay, well, maybe he understood or maybe he's saying i don't know where i am, i'm lost. i didn't know. so i yelled at him again. he raised his hands up again off the steering wheel and shook his hands no and let his foot off the brake. i then had to make a decision. so i shot two rounds in front of his vehicle with my m4 and, boom, my world went black. i woke up a week or so laettner walter reed army medical center, my life forever changed. my world went black not only physically, being blind the rest of my life, the shrapnel had cut my left eye in half, entered the frontal lobe on the left side of my brain and metal went through my

occasional f-18 here and there, from anybody else, where in a world where now that we've built a lot of strykers and m- raps it's not clear what kind of ground combat vehicle we'll build next. and the hedging strategies for keeping alive key subcontractors, key supplier chains, key technology or competencies are not very well developed. we've always shied away from those because we look at what other economies do and not what we do. we assumed these things would take care of themselves. that's where i have my greater concern. >> i would like you to take to the question, the administration in the new strategy did for the first time, to the gratification of many did talk about the defense industrial base is actually a very critical factor in the nation's national security future. they made a couple of decisions, for example, putting a bomber program in there to give sort of high-value work to the industry. is what the add administration rhetoric as far as you're concerned or is it something that's going to lead to folks thinking more strategically about the future of the industrial base? >> it's m

i was in the lead stryker vehicle, had metal basically up to my neck, i was inside the stryker standing up. i still had my m-4, my oakley m frames on, i was looking cool. had my kevlar on. doing everything that i was supposed to do. looked at him and said, hey, get out of your vehicle. and i knew he heard me because he looked over his shoulder straight at me and raised his hands off the steering wheel and then put 'em back down. nothing happened. i was like, okay, well, maybe he understood or maybe he's saying i don't know where i am, i'm lost. i didn't know. so i yelled at him again. he raised his hands up again off the steering wheel and shook his hands no and let his foot off the brake. i then had to make a decision. so i shot two rounds in front of his vehicle with my m4 and, boom, my world went black. i woke up a week or so laettner walter reed army medical center, my life forever changed. my world went black not only physically, being blind the rest of my life, the shrapnel had cut my left eye in half, entered the frontal lobe on the left side of my brain and metal went through my