March 18th 2003
Seventeen year old Jen Pierce stood in the middle of the living room, about to burst into tears. She had just found her grandfather dead in his favourite chair. His copy of "The Last Of The Mohicans," open at the last page on his lap. He must have been dead for hours before.
She glanced up to the photographs on the mantle piece. Some she vaguely remembered, others she'd never met. All gone now. Trapper John- Heart attack- 1987. B.J – Stroke- 2000. Margaret – Died in her sleep- 1996. Radar- Cancer- December 2002. Hawkeye was ironically the last. The last survivor of a forgotten war.
As she went to call her father, she found the letter addressed but still open, as if he'd wanted her to see it before it was sent. She wiped away her tears, and opened it.
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The next day, she posted the letter, somehow glad her grandfather hadn't lived to see the war by a single day.
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President Bush sifted through his mail. He found one written in untidy handwriting from Maine. He pulled open the envelope, and sat down to read his latest piece of fan mail.
Dear Mr Bush,
Firstly, let me introduce myself, My name is Hawkeye Pierce. I was a doctor in the Korean conflict, now fifty years ago. I must ask you- no implore you, not to go to war in Iraq.
Perhaps in that mind of yours (I myself have never been one for politics) you have convinced yourself that this war is to protect your country. Think again.
If Saddam Hussein possessed these weapons of mass destruction wouldn't he have already used them, or at least threatened us with them? If the Iraqi people are truly begging for the U.S to liberate them, then why is their so much concern over acts of terrorism that could be taken by the Iraqi people themselves? Perhaps it is because in their eyes they are not liberated, their dictators name is changing. The bloodshed for a simple name change is a high price, especially when this could all simply be done by deed pole.
Have you ever stood knee deep in blood? In the blood of children, the blood of the innocent? Have you ever looked a kid in the face and known they wont see tomorrow? Get ready to.
I served in Korea for three years. My first C:O was discharged and killed over the sea of Japan when his plane was shot down. No-one remembers the name of Henry Blake. How many more Henry Blakes? How many more Children without Parents? How many widowed?
How many parents will be ripped from their children? How many Children from their parents? How many eighteen year old kids? Want do you want Mr Bush? Blood or oil?
I realise I'm only a cowardly old man, but some people never learn.
A dissatisfied customer,
Dr Benjamin Franklin "Hawkeye" Pierce
Seventeen year old Jen Pierce stood in the middle of the living room, about to burst into tears. She had just found her grandfather dead in his favourite chair. His copy of "The Last Of The Mohicans," open at the last page on his lap. He must have been dead for hours before.
She glanced up to the photographs on the mantle piece. Some she vaguely remembered, others she'd never met. All gone now. Trapper John- Heart attack- 1987. B.J – Stroke- 2000. Margaret – Died in her sleep- 1996. Radar- Cancer- December 2002. Hawkeye was ironically the last. The last survivor of a forgotten war.
As she went to call her father, she found the letter addressed but still open, as if he'd wanted her to see it before it was sent. She wiped away her tears, and opened it.
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The next day, she posted the letter, somehow glad her grandfather hadn't lived to see the war by a single day.
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President Bush sifted through his mail. He found one written in untidy handwriting from Maine. He pulled open the envelope, and sat down to read his latest piece of fan mail.
Dear Mr Bush,
Firstly, let me introduce myself, My name is Hawkeye Pierce. I was a doctor in the Korean conflict, now fifty years ago. I must ask you- no implore you, not to go to war in Iraq.
Perhaps in that mind of yours (I myself have never been one for politics) you have convinced yourself that this war is to protect your country. Think again.
If Saddam Hussein possessed these weapons of mass destruction wouldn't he have already used them, or at least threatened us with them? If the Iraqi people are truly begging for the U.S to liberate them, then why is their so much concern over acts of terrorism that could be taken by the Iraqi people themselves? Perhaps it is because in their eyes they are not liberated, their dictators name is changing. The bloodshed for a simple name change is a high price, especially when this could all simply be done by deed pole.
Have you ever stood knee deep in blood? In the blood of children, the blood of the innocent? Have you ever looked a kid in the face and known they wont see tomorrow? Get ready to.
I served in Korea for three years. My first C:O was discharged and killed over the sea of Japan when his plane was shot down. No-one remembers the name of Henry Blake. How many more Henry Blakes? How many more Children without Parents? How many widowed?
How many parents will be ripped from their children? How many Children from their parents? How many eighteen year old kids? Want do you want Mr Bush? Blood or oil?
I realise I'm only a cowardly old man, but some people never learn.
A dissatisfied customer,
Dr Benjamin Franklin "Hawkeye" Pierce