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Dulce et decorum est Pro patria mori
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| Well my son, WW3 is just around the corner! I expect you to buckle up, go out thre and fight for your country! Make me proud son! | |
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| But daddy! I dont want to go :( I am suffragette. I have too many morals to fight a war. Viollence gets no-one anywhere. I wont fight. I wont I tell you. | |
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| Now now son! Dont talk like that.. everyone loves war! Whats wrong with killing a few Germans now and then? Son you will go and fight. Or else I will send you to bed without supper! | |
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| *Crys* ...but daddy! I hate you. I hate you! i DO. I cannot fight. I am too inteligent... I knoiw the poem soilder is by wilfred owen (lol - Sir_Steele) Let me stay at home like a girl! Please daddy?! | |
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| Listen to me you shithead! Either you fight or i'll personaly shoot your ass to germany you ponce. You little coward shit. And your little bastard mate. Yes YOU DB! Chickenshit. | |
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| But you know I am just a litle girl.. Why do I have to go?!?! *blubbers* Maybe me and Penny can stay here. Playing with knighthauk8's... you know :) AGHHH... you...shot...me... | |
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