Good Morning, Mrs. Garcia
Your son just died in Iraq.
He was a loyal soldier,
And it’s such a beautiful day.
We’re sorry for your loss,
But tell us, if you will,
How does it make you feel?
Look into the camera.
This is a microphone.
Please tell us about his death.
Maybe you’d feel better
If you cried into the camera.
That’s it, let it go. Project
Your feelings as naturally
As you can. Now stand
A little closer, lift your chin.
You’re doing very well.
Your son died in Iraq.
He was a Boy Scout once.
He liked to sing at school.
Describe in your own words
How it feels to lose a son
In the dust and rubble
Of a foreign country.
Lots of good men die
preserving our freedoms.
I know you must be proud.
This great nation of ours
Is the reason we go to war.
It’s men like Fernando who
Go that extra mile, so tell us,
Please, exactly how you feel.
-PH
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