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(Soldiers gather around a fallen comrade.) Officer: Is he going to make it? Medic: (After testing for vital signs) I'm afraid not, sir. Private: What a shame. Officer: I beg your pardon, private? Private: He died for nothing, sir. For bullshit! Officer: He did not die for bullshit. (Glory Glory Hallelujah kicks in.) He died for an ideal, the ideal of freedom. Not just your freedom and my freedom, but the freedom of our children and grandchildren. The freedom to grow up in a desk in a classroom. The freedom to work in a desk in an office. The freedom to go into debt with a financial institution to buy a house that they can't afford. The freedom to eat fast food, no matter where they are on the planet. The freedom to - (An enemy plane drops a bomb on them, killing them all.) |
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| © 2007, 2012. Scripts by David Skerkowski. All rights reserved. |
Sunday, December 16, 2012
They Stand Corrected
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