Anonymous ID: 32a4f5 Dec. 1, 2020, 7:35 p.m. No.11865805   🗄️.is 🔗kun   >>5822 >>5850

In places like Yemen and Afghanistan, Pakistan and Iraq, the lives of millions of young men like those three dead Somalis (some of them boys, really, since the oldest pirate was believed to be nineteen) had been warped and stunted by desperation, ignorance, dreams of religious glory, the violence of their surroundings, or the schemes of older men. I wanted somehow to save them—send them to school, give them a trade, drain them of the hate that had been filling their heads. And yet the world they were a part of, and the machinery I commanded, more often had me killing them instead.

Anonymous ID: 32a4f5 Dec. 1, 2020, 7:47 p.m. No.11865955   🗄️.is 🔗kun

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From the Ballad of Ira Hayes:

 

[Verse 2]

They started up Iwo Jima Hill, 250 men

But only 27 lived to walk back down that hill again

And when the fight was over and the old glory raised

One of the men who held it high was the Indian Ira Hayes

Call him, Drunken Ira Hayes, he won't answer anymore

Not the whiskey-drinking Indian or the marine who went to war

Call him, Drunken Ira Hayes, he won't answer anymore

Not the whiskey-drinking Indian or the marine who went to war