He was killed today in Iraq.
I won't second-guess Steve Edwards or his family.
But he looks like a bloody good bloke.
He looks like my brother when he's having a really good day.
Now he is dead.
I've got nothing against the army.
But I think that being killed by some skulking towel-head to protect blood-enemies from each other is a really fucked-up excuse for an excuse for being murdered.
It was murder. There is no war.
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