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| Spc. Graner, you were a thirty-something redneck, blue-collar, white trash, beer-bellied, ex-Marine, prison guard in Uniontown, PA, banging a skinny, ugly, boyish-looking 20-year old broad. | |
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| Suddenly, your unit is shipped off to Iraq without adequate training or supervision and you find you and your fellow crackers have the power of life or death over scores of non-white detainees. | |
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| You can beat them, kill them. You can even make them get naked and simulate sex while you take pictures and pose with them. How did that make you feel? | |
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| Like a kid in a candy store. | |
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