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August 12, 2002
And no birds sing
ME: It's wrong, it's wrong to go to war, it's wrong.
DAD: Well what choice do we have, then? I just don't see another option.
ME: Yeah, but isn't that what YOUR parents said when you were protesting the 'Nam?
DAD: That was totally different, they agreed with us.
ME: Grandad, what'd you think of the 'Nam?
GRANDAD: Well I think we had to go, to stop communism.
DAD: *blink.* ...Really?
GRANDAD: Yep.
ME: Zing!
Posted by didofoot at August 12, 2002 04:01 PM
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