I'll never forget when father woke up, screaming, trying, fighting the over-powering feeling of war. I'll never forget the gun grandfather showed off, that he shot... gaming, maming, hating, loving the horns on his wall. I'll never forget the woman screaming "what are they fighting for?". I'll never forget the gun pushed to a friend's head, all cop and glory, war and fury, wearing his american flag. I'll never forget the bombs that have dropped... People crying, children dying. What is it all for? I'll never forget the indian lying dead drunk on the road. Someone tell me, what are they fighting for? I'll never forget the words "i'll die for my country", as if boundaries meant anything to those of the living. I'll never forget. I'll never forget the hate. I'll never forget the dove which fell... and who will undone this?