When the Viet Nam wall was built I went there to see the names of some of my friends that came home in Body Bags. I stood in front of the wall and cried. Not for the friends I had lost but for the waste of lives and the anger that had built up because of lies our government told us about going to war.
The book was by Dalton Trumbo - Source: "Johnny Got His Gun"
This is the passage I will never forget and caused me to fight a government that lies and lies and lies.
Nothing is bigger than life. There's nothing noble in death.
What's noble about lying in the ground and rotting?
What's noble about never seeing the sunshine again?
What's noble about having your legs and arms blown off?
What's noble about being an idiot?
What's noble about being blind and deaf and dumb?
What's noble about being dead?
Because when you're dead mister it's all over-It's the end.
You're less than a dog
less than a rat
less than a bee or an ant
less than a maggot crawling around on a dung heap.
You're dead mister and you died for nothing. You're dead mister. Dead.
IMPEACH BUSH THE MURDERER AND LIAR.