my own people

Like a fixed bonanza of violence he who is not for us is against us. collective unpremediated sou of talk.negative positive hiding in dynamic and enormous opportuneness to cross a bridge or collide on issues of fate virtous it seems distribution of thought.whence it affects our military or mission there.They have turned there voice as loud as heaven to tremolo an prolong some sort of misery presuppose it is one.To end offensive with vigilante acquisition.Sure forgiveness is the Greatest human virtue.And our study of saddaam in iraq did bring him closer to a romantic america where.Cowboys just float away in to the sunset.In one great big balloon of thought But I guess as i define we could learn a lesson alone in this ourselves.Put away your opposition like a day in which you know what to do.So at least your work will be easier.For we all believe in this as a sign.But many wise do not and that is why we lose in all this.Sometimes its harder to prove something than it is to do it.Even if you are trying to prove it to your best friend.Romantic thought but far fetched.So the politics continue but we all know in which fate is not our master we are thought and that is not contrary to a will in which things are accomplished but avoided.If we are in this to attain peace there is a history so rich in our country that it attains it with only a view by a politician or a wealthy man into the daily struggle of a person to attain it.As for this day and time let us look at our markets and maybe I say maybe there is Hope.But look as for getting lost in all this I say.Look at the average soldier with ptsd that comes back from Iraq my own people like a balloon with a prick in it loses its air.And descends down to the earth with nobody in it.Woe unto us for this.Maybe the bridge and crossings will not be as difficult for most but for some it will be humiliating.Probably saying why?
Panic is becoming you soldier......