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What happened on the mornful day of 9/11 will it not be forgiven. Its tragedy strikes infinite sorrow in the hearts to those left liven. Followed near though is a tragedy just as mornful as the other. Every day we the people are still losing a father, a mother, a sister, or a brother. Why, because our leader of such commands that we stay where we are no longer needed. Here we are standing over a death trap with nothing left, but what we bleeded. Bleeded in our minds that our soldiers keep falling over dead. Its hard to sleep at night knowing we are the ones in a nice, safe bed. War is the only thing standing between peace and the president is upholding this war. If only we could open his eyes and let him notice the lives he has tore. Faded away to only memories in all American dreams. Nothing left, but the thought of peace for that to be a day that comes. Slow that day it comes it seems.