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"Your Uncle Jimmy, he wasn't anything like our Jim. Or Paul. Or even me. He was quiet, but he was so outgoing. He was the toughest kid I'd ever met. He had muscles out to here and he was only a half an inch taller than me. He used to sit on the bus and kids would call him "muscle man" and he would just stare at them. Everyone used to pick fights and they'd say "Jimmy! Come fight so and so!" But he never would. Paul always would because he was a show off, but Jimmy didn't need to be. He went to war thinking he could take on the world, but the world took him. Now that I look back, I probably didn't even know him.
"I don't understand parents these days. Everyone's like "Yeah my son's going off to war!" I don't know why they get so excited. It's a different story when they come home dead. War's great until your kid dies. Grandma and Grandpa were never the same. They haven't been the same since that day. I think it was May 4th. It took them a month to send the body home, so it was a month of crying, then it took them a week to make the funeral plans, so it was another week of crying. It was awful.
"It's the same thing over and over...the war. It'll never end over there and we'll always be over there. This war will end in 3 years after 6,000 boys die and only because Bush will get the oil he needs. And he'll have killed all those men. Boys. That's what they are. They think they can go over there and make something of themselves, but they don't know anything.
"It'll never be over over there. They live in the same country and they hate each other. And they hate us. But what do we care, right? It's just the same thing all the time. It's religion, it's politics. It will never end. Not after we die, not after your kids die. It's always been this way and it always will be.
"Alright, time for bed. I'm boring you."
"No. You're making me sad."
"I don't understand parents these days. Everyone's like "Yeah my son's going off to war!" I don't know why they get so excited. It's a different story when they come home dead. War's great until your kid dies. Grandma and Grandpa were never the same. They haven't been the same since that day. I think it was May 4th. It took them a month to send the body home, so it was a month of crying, then it took them a week to make the funeral plans, so it was another week of crying. It was awful.
"It's the same thing over and over...the war. It'll never end over there and we'll always be over there. This war will end in 3 years after 6,000 boys die and only because Bush will get the oil he needs. And he'll have killed all those men. Boys. That's what they are. They think they can go over there and make something of themselves, but they don't know anything.
"It'll never be over over there. They live in the same country and they hate each other. And they hate us. But what do we care, right? It's just the same thing all the time. It's religion, it's politics. It will never end. Not after we die, not after your kids die. It's always been this way and it always will be.
"Alright, time for bed. I'm boring you."
"No. You're making me sad."