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this ain’t your daddy’s war in august, i dropped the fat man on nagasaki because the cloud cover was too thick on kokura where it was supposed to go and i had to do something with it and the president says it will save lives then i turned my daddy over in his grave and asked him if that one was his and he says my grampa said the same thing to him back in the old country when war used to be mano a mano my grandson is learning to talk i had a dream about him I grabbed for the toy gun in his hand gramps, it's mine. mine i told him he didn’t understand i kissed him on the cheek there is only one man and he is everyMan there’s only one war and it is everyWar there’s only one bomb and it is everyBomb requiescat in pace By Robert Young |
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