Posted: 4/29/2008 4:40:54 PM EDT
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War is hell.. I have killed hundreds of thousands of my enemy. I kill them indescrimately, mothers and babies are my prime targets. I have been wounded more than once, but I have to keep up the fight. Few of them dug in deep into their dirt & stone bunkers. I go in and kick them down with my boots then pull their struggling bodies out. Hundreds of them have overrun my position, and I have to keep fighting to keep them at bay. Even though I lay down toxic chemicals to smother all of them to death.. I know they will keep on coming. Today I may have push them back and regain superiority of the battlefield, but I know tomorrow brings a new invasion. Some may call me a murderer, other will call me hero, but I call myself.. The Gardener 
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My wife called me into the kitchen tonight. Said she saw some strange animal in the back yard. I took my time, but finally arrived. There's a raccoon laying on the grass. Looks like it's close to death. The first words out of my mouth.... "It's a raccoon. Want me to shoot it?" |
I'll save that battle for another day.
