08 April 2008

you know, i just watched "the war tapes" the other day

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BRING. THEM. HOME.


And this is the next effort in the same vein... just toned way down for tv... and not getting a look at the horrors our sweet boys perpetrate as well as endure. You know, I've got to have the cleanest tear ducts of my life these days. I can't watch these guys without loving them, without my heart breaking for not just the people they kill, but for them living the rest of their lives with that killing they did festering away inside them. I don't want a hair on their heads to be harmed.

You need to see this, to see the kids who keep going back for more tours despite hating it with their whole beings because they can't stop trying to make sure their buddies make it home. It makes me sick, sick, sick that I understand that so damn well. You have to see the kid explain how he had to give up his cushy way of life after 9/11 to go save his country. My stomach is hopping with the hate from knowing insiders pulled that precisely to turn him into their soldier. You should see and hear the young fuck-ups who wanted to turn into good men we've sent to occupy Iraq. You're going to want them home, not just to be out of there, but to be with you, with us.

This one doesn't show guys turning "insurgents" into hamburger, or mowing down pedestrians because they can't slow down or they get blown up themselves. This is just a bunch of guys running the IED gauntlet day and night for their whole tour.... I kept thinking of the ducks moving back and forth at the carnival shooting galleries. That's these guys.

I love them, and I want them to come home now.

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