<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=388696" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Question The War...</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">when they bring you the body<br>of your son draped in a flag for burial...<br>and you read his last letter, again and again.<br>when he talked about fear, and doubt...<br>not knowing why anymore, <br>not knowing if he was doing the right thing, <br>not knowing if anything was right...<br>and the faces of women and children<br>that left him sleepless...<br>will it be only then, <br>that you question the war?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Eric+Cockrell">Eric Cockrell</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=388696" data-title="Question The War... de Eric Cockrell" data-description="when they bring you the body of your son draped in a flag for burial... and you read his last letter, again and again. when he talked about fear, and doubt... not knowing why anymore, not knowing if he was doing the right thing, not knowing if a..."></div> </div> </div>

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