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Another free man in Texas
The soldiers shook his hand enthusiastically. He was on a campaign tour of the soul. Years later they would hide their veteran status but feel humbled under the flag.
He wanted to believe. And nobody would outright call him a liar so they named it: the credibility gap.
How can we end it but more importantly: retrieve one's ego unscathed?
"I never felt like a murderer, that's the difference"
What is the plan? You know what? We didn't have any. Dammit, they wouldn't come out and fight. Twenty thousand men and 10's of billions of dollars. You aren't going to say to yourself, I mean yourself! My God! those men died because I was a damn slob.
We met daily. The problem at home:
"No bullets in those guns! I won't be responsible for the killing of a pregnant Ni ..."
We left the room, I knew he wanted to apologize for that. "George, he said, come here". He pointed to the stain circles from the potted plants Eisenhower had kept and said:
"Look what that sumvabitch did to my floor"
Friday, November 7, 2008
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