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BURYING A CHILD AND TRAINING A SOCIOPATH!

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Dale Hill
A girl who is born with her intestines outside of her body and whom I worked throughout school, dies, suddenly, at 17, watching television. I hardly make it through the funeral. Death is hell and nothing to brag about or laugh about. Collateral damage, damages young people's lives when they have to experience it.

I have put up on my website some of the stories, just for my own therapy. Go to <http://www.dalehill.us>, and click on the "My Strength Page." And we think we can send our young men and women to Iraq and expect them to come back the same, after some of their actions having caused the death's of children and women. Pulling a dead child out of a house is dramatic on a normal person's brain. Only a sociopath could handle that without suffering. It's called Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome or Disorder, and our military is trying to deny it, so they won't have to pay for the medical and psychological help.

"You already had a serious personality disorder before you entered the military. We won't pay!"

War is hell. Anyone who leads us into a war, better have a damned good reason for it; and Iraq just doesn't measure up.

This isn't a war. This is a "Bush-Revenge" effort. The twin towers lost over 3000 individuals, one at a time. Can we get even for that by going to war? War will never bring them back, and has only served to make other families suffer. We should have had those families vote on the war.

Mr. and Mrs. Bush, ... send one of your daughters over there, and put them on the front line of action. Let them see dead children and the screaming mothers. Let them brush the blood and guts and mud off of precious faces. If they are lucky enough to come home, notice how their attitude about life and death has changed.

"That little girl over there, looks just like the little girl I pulled out of the mud hole that one of our tank rounds made. I've been here before. This is deja vu. I lived through this last night, and the night before, and the night before, and the night before ... . I hate Iraq! I hate war! War kills innocent people."

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Is a 34 year retired educator with a Masters Degree in Counseling - a free-lance writer with articles in Spanish and English Guideposts, Mothering, Oklahoma Observer, Oklahoma Gazette, Westview, Oklahoma Reader, The Lookout, Christian Standard, (more...)
 
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