I'm going to Iraq son. They say there's a despotic dictator there,
Who'd destroy our nation and poison our air,
and the stench of this vermin's an awful smell,
and its time we send him to hell!

It's not a political thing we do, it's a matter of righted wrong;
and I hope one day if we have our way, Iraq will know freedom's song.

I'm leaving my family, and all I hold dear, to step in harms way for you,
and I won't be back till we've freed Iraq, and taken Saddam from their view.

I know that the fight won't be easy, like the victories previously won,
But I hope and I pray that I'll hear someone say...

THANKS AMERICA, WELL DONE!

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