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I SERVED MY COUNTRY IN FOREIGN LANDS...

At whose behest? Were they certain of your brilliance and aim, assured that your bullet would find its flesh? Who sent you there with gun and grenade? Did they know that you were a skilled assassin?

Who brought you to such hunger? A profound reverence for the motherland, or payment for her freedom's wonder? Can you even recognize her, is she the same as before you sent another soul to grave?

Who moved you to it? Some grand leader, father, teacher, God? Did they too have your hardy thirst for war? Did they follow you there, to the foreign pit, into the fray, ready to exterminate their foe?

Who sent you to kill? Did they ready your legs for such a slaughter, prepare you to painfully die for your country? Did your victims go staggering alone into the swill or did they put their filthy mouths to the lips of war?


© 2008 mrp/tpm

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  1. The last line gave me chills...excellent. What manner of men send them to kill?

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  2. mariamaria,
    I am so glad it did and thank you. And in answer to your question...Cowardly.

    renegade,
    Wow! Thank you, kind sir.

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  3. As others call them, an administration of chickenhawks. Only those who have never fought in war, who hid and avoided their nations call to fight in an undeclared war have such a thirst and hunger to see the nation's young come back so broken, so dead, so terribly wounded forever. John McCain is a mystery to me. Wanting war and more war and war forever. Why a man so damaged by war would have such hunger for it is terrifying in his hunger. Greedy for war.

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