Seemingly by your written maxim, everyone who served in Iraq or Afghanistan (both in my case) is of the same mind. Unfortunately Sir, I am not of the same mind. Therefore it seems, by your own logic I am unpatriotric (well, I'm a British Officer and therefore couldn't care less about whateverer flag waving crap you choose to feed to your troops) aiding the enemy (who are they by the way? I've not yet managed to figure it out in 2 combat tours) and someone who is, 'patently absurd and bordering on insane.'? Is that because I fail to see Iraq as in any way improved, or even improving? Is it because as a former military intelligence officer I was unable to uncover any evidence of WMDs, nor indeed any evidence that Iraq posed a significant threat to global security?
Having read your essay, I must say that I was particularly revulsed by your description of Ms Sheehan as 'someone hiding in a ditch,' particularly as I hid in many ditches during my Middle East service, often comforting those whose only hope was to scream for their mothers in pain and desparation. As such I have every sympathy for a mother who has lost her children (irrespective of whether they were volunteers or not, for I too was lied to) and none for those who have the enviable position of being employed in comfort in America, writing glib propoganda pieces for an illegal war.
I expect many vissitudes levelled against me, most accusing me of 'aiding the enemy.' I put it to you all that the enemy takes comfort not from the words of a disillusioned former combatant; but more from the fact that a belligerant and misgiuded fool sits in the world's seat of power.
As such, I leave with the parting shot that, while you talked, I fought. Why do honest men die for nought, when cowards live for great reward?
Perhaps you think we should thank you for your service. Sounds like you're more interested in serving the enemies of America. And probably lying about your 'service' anyway.
Whassamatter, John? Terezzzzzzza pulling your leash? Go do some Heinz Catsup shots with your Uncle Ted.
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I wouldn't call you unpatriotic, rather a dumba**.
Head over to the DUmmy's, they would love you and praise you.
A british intelligence officer. hhahhahahhahahhahahahaha I'm so sorry to laugh, but dude, what kind of drug are you on??? Can I have some???
You suck, traitor.
Did you hear the one about the business traveler who woke up in his hotel bathtub, and it was full of ice, and there was a note taped to the wall that said "Call 911"? Did ya? Well, did ya?
Yes I have been there. And freedom from tyranny is not for all for not!
I disagree with what you say, but will defend to your death my right to ignore it.
I'd tell you to BUGGER OFF, but you were zotted before I had the chance to.
this troll is yours to excoriate, I believe.
Gaze upon the likeness of your spiritual leader and ponder upon the dusty remains of your lightning-struck charred ass as we laugh and point at your DU-inspired asininity.
Ohmmmm-HA-HA-HAHAHAHAHAHA!!
Congradulations. That is the single stupidest quote ever by any troll on any forum I've ever been on. Bush brings the terrorists comfort. Humph. The only honorable thing for you to do now is die.
Riiiiiight. LOL
***aiding the enemy (who are they by the way? I've not yet managed to figure it out in 2 combat tours)***
They would be the ones who are pointing things at you that go "bang".
Snore...
Dear Troll:
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That would mean that you would need glasses dear.
Why do honest men die for nought, when cowards live for great reward?
A good question dear. Maybe because you ran away and they stayed to do their duty.
Maybe because while you hid they went forward and helped?
But it is good that you acknowledge that you are a coward. Who is giving you your great reward?