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Smashing boots on doors, splinters fall like rain. Smashing boots on doors, children feel the pain. Smashing boots on doors, granny's years of age. Smashing boots on doors, Mom and Dad in rage. Smashing boots on doors, panic sets the stage. Smashing boots on doors, Iraqi freedom fades. Smashing boots on doors, like thunder in a storm. Smashing boots on doors, an innocent family torn. Smashing boots on doors, a brand new hatred born. RW Dennen  (c)  11/24/09
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Aug 26, 2014
Aug 26, 2014 at 2:50 AM UTC
Door Smashers
Smashing boots on doors, splinters fall like rain. Smashing boots on doors, children feel the pain. Smashing boots on doors, granny's years of age. Smashing boots on doors, Mom and Dad in rage. Smashing boots on doors, panic sets the stage. Smashing boots on doors, Iraqi freedom fades. Smashing boots on doors, like thunder in a storm. Smashing boots on doors, an innocent family torn. Smashing boots on doors, a brand new hatred born. RW Dennen  (c)  11/24/09
As I say war is not a natural state of man. In the year 2004 the insurgents were spilling over Iran into Iraq around border towns. This was one of the low points for our forces, we were losing soldiers fast. I know that our troops or at least most were forced to do this. Because tracing an enemy was most impossible and most acted in defence. This act must have traumatized a lot of our troops. Because by nature most are good kids. They're kids to me because I'm 74. (Not to be condocending) Thank you, go with peace.
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Aug 26, 2014
Aug 26, 2014 at 2:50 AM UTC
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