To Canada:
Son, we live in a world that has walls. And those walls have to be guarded by men with guns. Who's gonna do it? You? You, Canada? We have a greater responsibility than you can possibly fathom. You weep for Sadaam and you curse the U.S.. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what we know: That Saddam's death will save lives. And our existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves lives.
You don't want the truth. Because deep down, in places you don't talk about at parties, you want us on that wall. You need us there.
We use words like honor, code, loyalty...we use these words as the backbone to a life spent defending something. You use 'em as a punchline.
We have neither the time nor the inclination to explain ourselves to a country who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very freedom we provide, then questions the manner in which we provide it. We would prefer you just said thank you and went on your way. Otherwise, we suggest you pick up a weapon and stand a post. Either way, we don't give a damn what you think you're entitled to.
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