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Edited on Thu May-18-06 08:04 PM by Taverner
OK, I'm in Miami at the Miami Airport Marriott and I just met four kids (yes I mean kids, two were 18 two were 17) who were in the Army, en route to Fort Benning and then Iraq.
Fresh out of boot camp, they were all full of excitement on the promises given to them by their recruiter (he promised marketable skills, money, adventure, etc...) and still with smiles on their faces. They all felt they were defending freedom, democracy and the American way...all fucking lies given to them by some cheap ass used car salesman in uniform.
I hope they fucking come back alive. These were fucking kids - the two girls reminded me of my cousin who just went off to college - except they didn't have the oppertunities that my cousin did. They were from South Carolina, Texas, West Virginia and Central California - from towns that aren't even on maps and the only chance of advancement at home is the local fucking Wal Mart.
Jeezus fucking A Chrizt - we're sending off children to do the dirty work of Bushco. I knew it was bad before - I had friends who were "stop lossed" - but they were older. I always felt my friend Justin who got stuck back in Iraq right before finishing his ROTC duties was able to handle things. At least much better than a 17 year old.
As I left the hotel gym and the four kids, I wished them luck and safety.
"That's the way it has to be," said one of the boys in his polite Texas drawl.
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