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December 06, 2007

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billjpa

Ms F- just a quick comment. Your writing portrays the real insanity of the war. Thankyou! If only the general public was shown such pictures, they might just accept the fact that war, regardless of where it breaks out, is a living horror!
Thankyou for your efforts and stay safe.

Heiscomingsoon

Someone please tell that 13 year old thet Jesus Christ is real and he cares about all that affects him. He needs to ask Him to come into His heart and take full control of his life and Jesus will. I know that the feelings he is struggling with will no longer be the same as the Lord will give him rest and protection. He needs to study the bible and see what God can and will do for Him.

 MisterMunk

Unless "Jesus Christ" is some sort of code for body armor, I'm pretty sure this kid can do without it.

Didn't you hear the boy? He said he needed a real friend. You know, a walking, talking, breathing, laughing human.

Telling him to sit down with an obtuse piece of literature is not only misguided but insulting.

Get a grip.

Oh, and Happy Festivus.

Jamie

That's no life for a young man. I feel badly for him. If I could, I would be his real friend.

Donna

I grew up in an area which saw much Revolutionary and Civil war battles. As I walked through the old towns, plaques on buildings noted where this or that thing had happened, and I walked by without any feeling. It was long ago, wasn't it? What did it matter to me?
But now, as an adult, I know it was my ancestors dream for Democracy that allowed me to walk through those streets in safety. To be able to enjoy all that I have. It was on the soil soaked with their blood that I walked.
My heart goes out to that young man, and all the young people all over the world who suffer and sacrifice in order to bring into their nations lives those things we are so easy to dismiss as our freedoms.

Donna

I grew up in an area which saw much Revolutionary and Civil war battles. As I walked through the old towns, plaques on buildings noted where this or that thing had happened, and I walked by without any feeling. It was long ago, wasn't it? What did it matter to me?
But now, as an adult, I know it was my ancestors dream for Democracy that allowed me to walk through those streets in safety. To be able to enjoy all that I have. It was on the soil soaked with their blood that I walked.
My heart goes out to that young man, and all the young people all over the world who suffer and sacrifice in order to bring into their nations lives those things we are so easy to dismiss as our freedoms.

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