It never ceases to amaze me the amount of grief whoring that occurs. Just checked my emails and found this wailing bucket of piss in my inbox. I especially like the picture of the mong taking a shit in his BDU's. It seems not a day goes by without someone crayoning some spew-worthy turd that would have Wilfred Owen rotating at 6758494 RPM in his grave. Enjoy this vomit inducing catshite and join me in laughing until you shit your kidneys out at the American gayers and the saccharine bollock sweat they circulate: Your cell phone is in your pocket. He clutches the cross hanging on his chain next to his dog tags. He knows he may not see some of his buddies again. PLEASE KEEP THIS GOING! Your cell phone is in your pocket. He clutches the cross hanging on his chain next to his dog tags. He knows he may not see some of his buddies again. You walk down the beach, staring at all the pretty girls. He patrols the streets, searching for insurgents and terrorists. He's told he will be held over an extra 2 months. You crawl into your soft bed, with down pillows, and get comfortable. He tries to sleep but gets woken by mortars and helicopters all night long. You call your girlfriend and set a date for tonight. He waits for the mail to see if there is a letter from home. You hug and kiss your girlfriend, like you do everyday. He holds his letter close and smells his love's perfume. You stay at home and watch TV. He takes whatever time he is given to call, write home, sleep, and eat. You roll your eyes as a baby cries. He gets a letter with pictures of his new child, and wonders if they'll ever meet. You are asked to do some thing by your parents. You don't. He does exactly what he is told even if it puts his life in danger. You criticize your government, and say that war never solves anything. He sees the innocent tortured and killed by their own people and remembers why he is fighting. You see only what the media wants you to see. He sees the broken bodies lying around him. You hear the jokes about the war, and make fun of men like him. He hears the gunfire, bombs and screams of the wounded. REMEMBER our Troops, and do not forget them LATER Lest we forget - KEEP THE CHAIN GOING No. I won't you gayer.