In the below video, US SOLDIERS IN IRAQ, MURDER AN INNOCENT PUPPY.
What Else Are We NOT Seeing?
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I and my four siblings spent a lifetime trying to understand our father, who'd returned from combat. The effects of his war were felt even by his grand children, and will likely be felt by their children. Below is a poem my son wrote when he was about 12 years old . It was published in his school district's paper, and won an award.
It is the only poem he ever wrote to my knowledge, but it is enough. When I showed it to my sisters, who along with me had grown up with a father suffering from PTSD (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, from combat) . . . they wept.
WAR
War is black.
It sounds like machines rolling and crushing
It tastes like rotten foods and gasoline
And smells like people suffering and dying
It looks like destruction and money burning
. . . it makes you feel hated.
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The below photos of my Father "IMMEDIATELY BEFORE" war, and "AFTER" tell a story in themselves. [see page 2]
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