To all the troops in Iraq- A letter from your leader,
Aaah, that's me- President Bush.
Your welcome. That's right, for most of you this is like a cruise or vacation that I am paying you to go on. Makes sense don't it! he-he
Ah, for a gentle spring breeze smelling of burnt flesh, not your own of course, and fresh artillery smoke. But patriotism lives on, and with the rockets red glare exploding right in your front yard, and bombs bursting in the green zone. Yes, these are magical times in Basra, ahh, for only to be young and AWOL again. You see, Vietnam wasn't romantic, that's why I didn't go. I know Iraq is hotter than Vietnam but, you see as everyone knows it's the humidity. That darn humidity kills the romance every time. You troops are the lucky ones, not us here in our sub prime country. So, soldiers relax, and keep your heads up! We'll be over there forever.