<May I have your autograph Mr. American Savior?

Hang on kid, we're coming.

We know the terror you are going through.

We know the fear that eats into your parents gut every day and every night of their life - the same fear you are growing accustomed to, but are not numb to yet.

You listen to me kid....if you see any fat, rich American politicians camping out on your porch talking to to CNN and telling the world how happy you are - you just go ahead and spit in their faces.

You catch any self-serving journalists talking about Bush being a vigilante or this being a war for oil, well you take them into your box-furnitured shack and point to the picture of Saddam on the wall. You ask them, "Oh, is his middle name oil?" then you take out the well worn, cherished picture of your only brother, the one who would be 21 years old now if he hadn't had a bullet breakfast courtesy of Saddam back in '98 and you ask them "Is my brother oil?" - and then you just spit in their eye honey - they don't deserve any better.

When Easy company rolls on through we will be bringing an extra bit of rations for you....and something else you aint ever had a taste of...it's a little something we call freedom ...and we'll be bringing it with us - for you, your family and everyone else who is suffering under the reign of "oil". Nothing tastes quite so sweet - but we'll let you find out for yourself.

We wont be able to bring back your brother - but we'll make sure "oil" doesn't get the chance to put bullets into any other members of your family..or any other Iraqi families.

That's a promise.

Sgt. Rock
Easy Company*

All right! Quit gawking! Move it out!
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*as faithfully recorded by Easy Company's liaison in Shamballa, SDAI-Tech1