Every day I send mere children out into a war that theyβre ill-equipped for at best. I send these children, of which my sister is one, into a battle field, with weapons that I do not fully understand. I send them into danger, and I send them to die.
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β I send them to fight for a LIE, and often I have to wonder; What kind of MAN am I? A man who sits back and watches innocent children die for a war that started long before we were born?
Β Β Β Β Β If you have COMPASSION, let me send no more to DIE.











