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Major Barris fixed Rip with a cold eye. "Foster, three orbital turns, then front and center." Rip obediently spun around three times, then walked forward and stood at attention, trying to conceal his grin. "Foster, what does SOS mean?" "Special Order Squadrons, sir." "Right. And what else does it mean?" "It means, ’Help!’ sir." "Right. And what else does it mean?" "Superman or simp, sir."
He also found that Koa was one of the seventeen pure-blooded Hawaiians left. During the three hours that acceleration kept them from moving around the ship, Rip got a new view of space and of service with the SOS it was the view of a Planeteer who had spent years around the Solar System. "I'm glad they assigned you to me," Rip told Koa frankly.
As my name is S. O. Susag, I think it is fitting to say as the distress call of a ship is SOS, that I have heard the distress call in my fifty-two years ministry, hundreds of times from the evangelistic field, and missionary fields in other lands, from insane asylums, hospitals, sick rooms, and the Lord has heard prayer, and wrought many miracles, almost unbelievable.
Someone must! Frantically he flashed his SOS through the port, then ran to the other port and began flashing there. Why didn't someone respond? Everyone carried a flashlight. Why didn't someone think of signaling him that he had been seen? He knew the answer. He hadn't been seen. The flashlight picked out his wrist watch. It was now zero minus five!
He said his instructions were to land as close as possible to the sun side, but not on it. Whatever the truth and Rip believed the SOS version, of course the crew of the Icarus mutinied, or tried to. They made the landing on Mercury with squadron guns pointed at their heads. Of course, they found that a sun-side landing wouldn't have hurt the ship.
We passed sefral sitties, willitches, and metrappolishes; sleeping the fust night at Amiens, witch, as everyboddy knows, is famous ever since the year 1802 for what's called the Pease of Amiens. We had some, very good, done with sugar and brown sos, in the Amiens way. But after all the boasting about them, I think I like our marrowphats better.
Nayland Smith lowered his wet face close to mine and shouted in my ear: "Kegan Van Roon never returned from China. It was a trap. Those were two creatures of Dr. Fu-Manchu..." The thunder died away, hollowly, echoing over the distant sea... "That light on the moor to-night?" "You have not learned the Morse Code, Petrie. It was a signal, and it read: S M I T H... SOS." "Well?"
The captain grinned at O’Brine’s retreating back, then walked over to Rip. They shook hands. "I’m Southwick, SOS Two. Canadian." Rip introduced himself and said he was an American. He added, "And aside from my men, you’re the first human being I’ve seen since we made space." Southwick chuckled. "Trouble with the spacemen? Well, you’re not the first."
"Foster, three orbital turns, then front and center." Rip obediently spun around three times, then walked forward and stood at attention, trying to conceal his grin. "Foster, what does SOS mean?" "Special Order Squadrons, sir." "Right. And what else does it mean?" "It means 'Help! sir." "Right. And what else does it mean?" "Superman or simp, sir."
This whole nation was styled Hycsos, that is, Shepherd-kings: for the first syllable Hyc, according to the sacred dialect, denotes a king, as is Sos a shepherd; but this according to the ordinary dialect; and of these is compounded Hycsos: but some say that these people were Arabians."
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