What do you know about me? Be careful what you spew out of that worthless mouth of your.
You think a bullet just hits a man and thats it story over. Doesn't work like that kiddo. It leaves a child without a father, a father and mother without a son, a wife without a husband.
You want to meet my daddy? It's a flag folded into a triangle, that's my dad. I remember the day I met dad. I asked mom about him, she took me to a closet, reached up to a top shelf, pulled out a flag folded into a triangle, handed it to me and said, "there that's your father." Mom went into the next room and got drunk, leaving me all alone with dad.
I remember sitting on the street curb watching a parade, the veterans were marching by, all the people stood up holding their hands to their hearts or saluting, not a single person knew I wasn't standing, I wasn't saluting, I wasn't holding my hand to my heart, not a single one knew my dad either and certainly not you.
I've told that to many of people and guess what I'm supposed to have? I'm supposed to have amnesia, I'm supposed to forget about it, to move on.
Yet it's okay for you to whore out 911 isn't it America? make a market out of it, make a few bucks from it, and whore it out even more just so you can feed that military industrial complex Eisenhower warned this country about. Feed it with human lives as if you even know what a human life is. Whore it out, so that sleaze of a political party you belong to can squeeze a few votes out of the citizens in this country.
America I'm not conned by your perfume. Your perfume called democracy. America you are a perfumed scorpion. Your sting kills. You're killing for oil just so you can drive that big SUV while eating a greasy cheeseburger so you can later die of clogged arties and that is a piss poor reason for people around the world to die.
Want to know what soldiers wrote about? heres a link
http://www.sirnosir.com/site_sections/library_construction.html