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I remember coming back in January 1970, after four years of military duty during Vietnam, and sitting with my parents as we watched the nightly news.

Tears would swell up in my Mother’s eyes and Dad would hide his emotions, both World War II veterans, when the pictures flashed across the tv screen as the news gave account after account of men lost in action.

I now find myself nightly with a lump in my throat and a hollow feeling in my chest as news pours in from Iraq.

And I ask, Mr President, when is enough, enough?

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