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What do you tell the mother and father, as their son - what's left of him, is lowered into the ground? What do you tell them when they ask, "why is my baby gone?" What do you tell them when they ask "was there no other way?" What do you and your fatass, money-grubbing hypocrite pals tell them when they ask, "what did he give his life for?"
Will you diminsish and insult them and thier son's life by rattling off how we had to liberate the Iraqis (the ones we didn't shock and awe to death)? Will you tell them that we are at war with a shadowy enemy and that our lord bush was kinda bored with the al qeada thing? Will you tell them the truth?
How does it feel to you, rush, to lay your cowardly ass down at night, knowing that you helped kill their son, and hundreds like him? How does it feel as you suck up all that you possibly can around you, as you profit from hate and death? How does it feel to be a shell of a man?
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