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Voices screamed in the street as gunshots rang out loud. You faintly 
see the pitter patter of little feet as they run in fear through the 
street - of vapor clouds. I my self, was panic stricken, as I 
crawled through the street covered in red. Bodies are motionless as 
they fall and hit the deck, while the soldiers stack the dead. I have 
never known fear of anticipation of death. But un-cowardly held my 
weapon to help defend the innocent and my platoon until my dying 
breathe. 



Suicide bombers make it difficult for veterans and new comers to 
make a firm stand. While the spirit of brotherhood goes un-shaken, 
I see God's Glory in the making as the soldiers give the innocent a 
helping hand. What are we fighting for? It goes deeper than 
freedom, liberty and justice for all. Defend America's glory, 
everyone, lets join our solders and stand against the dividing wall. 
Don't let the terrorist terrorize us. Take off the shackles of fear 
and watch them fall. 



This is a statement I share, not out of fear or political 
oppression. We should learn this valuable lesson to take a stand to 
show we care instead of sitting back saying " it's not my political 
agenda and only respond at our discretion." If we don't care who 
will. 



By David Burton

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