this diary is dedicated to all who suffer because of war
we love and support our troops, just as we love and support the Iraqi people – without exception, or precondition, or judgment.
image and poem below the fold
A man carries a baby as he walks past a U.S. soldier on guard at a checkpoint in Baghdad, October 24, 2006. U.S. forces combed a central Baghdad neighbourhood for a missing soldier on Tuesday as rising U.S. casualties and increasing bloodshed in Iraq piled pressure on U.S. President George W. Bush to change his policy.
REUTERS/Namir Noor-Eldeen (IRAQ)
Come As You Are
by Nirvana
Come as you are,
as you were,
As I want you to be
As a friend,
As a friend,
As an old enemy
Take your time, hurry up
The choice is yours, don’t be late
Take a rest, as a friend, As an old memoria~~~a
Memoria~~~~a
Memoria~~~~a
Memoria~~~~a
Come doused in mud, soaked in bleach
As I want you to be
As a trend,as a friend As an old memoria~~~a
Memoria~~~a
Memoria~~~a
Memoria~~~a
And I swear that I don’t have a gun
No, I don’t have a gun
No, I don’t have a gun
Solo
Memoria~~~a, Memoria~~~a,
Memoria~~~a, Memoria~~~a
And I swear that I don’t have a gun
No, I don’t have a gun
No, I don’t have a gun
No, I don’t have a gun
No, I don’t have a gun
No, I don’t have a gun
Memoria~~~a, Memoria~~~a.
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