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My Heart Beats Faster When I Touch My Gun

My Heart beats faster when I touch my Gun Loch David Crane, Border Patrol Auxiliary 26 January 2010 We track illegal aliens in the snow. It's easy to see where their booties go. But "huddled masses yearning to breathe free" should wait in line and come here legally. Your thievery dishonors those who came here legally, but have Latino names. If you, like others, waited patiently we'd welcome you "from sea to shining sea." "Observe, report, direct" and document: these lawful practices are our intent. On nights like this, lit brightly by the Moon, I monitor the freqs from our comms room. My heart beats faster when I touch my gun: it's in the holster empty, safety on. (freqs are frequencies on the radio in the Communications center.)

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Date: 12/22/2016 6:25:00 PM
Unending truth, well shared. Read all these years later and still true. Thanks for sharing your thoughts with all of us on the soup. oldbuck
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Date: 5/19/2014 8:39:00 PM
Hey, what a great poem. I agree with you 100%. I can see what you're saying so perfectly in my mind too as I read this. I have you on my favorites list. i do really enjoy your words. :)
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