
"The night before, 30 other soldiers crowded around [the soldier] with questions for the senator. He wrote them all down. At the top of his note card was the question he got from nearly every one of his fellow soldiers:"When are we going to get out of here?""
"You put a gun in my hand And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther When the fast bullets fly."
-- B. Dylan
"I don't want to draw conclusions, I'll leave that to yourself
Maybe you're still walking, maybe you're still talking
But every time I hear the news that old feeling comes back on
We're neck deep in the Big Muddy
And the damn fools keep yelling to push on."
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