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Nobody died in Tikrit today.
No car bombs and mortars and sneak attacks and snipers. I can't be your champion today. Somewhere there is a man whose boots ain't polished and uniform ain't pressed and hair ain't high and tight. He stands watch in a foreign land so his family can be safe tonight. If you talk to God, pray for him with all your might. In Baghdad some man wants me dead just for being an American. I can't be your champion today. It's Flag Day in the USA Rows of tricolored banners popping in the breeze. Stars backed with blue 13 stripes on the side If you talk to God, thank Him for your freedoms before you lay down your head tonight. In Mosul it's 114 degrees in the shade Grunts suit up, count ammo, fill canteens, check pins on grenades. I can't be your champion today. somewhere there is a man who's boots ain't polished and uniform ain't pressed and hair ain't high and tight. Even if you don't agree with war, remember killing ain't his favorite chore. If you pause on your knees to talk to God before bed tonight thank him for giving you that right.
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