Images run through my mind.People screaming,running away.Young children screaming while things explode.Through the dust cuts the image of a boy,crouched over a bloody mess screming "papa". It brings me back,and plants my feet on earth.Ive finaly learned,that war is not a fight for what is right.It is not a quarrel for a cause.It is insanity that has escaped from the mind of a leader.
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