I am a mother
"...When you see pictures of these soldiers, you are seeing my son. Look
for the fear in his eyes, look for the shy smile beneath the helmet,
and watch the long, lean fingers meant to embrace a young girl. Know
that this is my son, a boy who wants to grow old in the only home he
knows; the only home that he can be free in; the only country that does
not discriminate against him. Understand that he would lay down his
gun and pick up the plowshare if only the other side had sons with
mothers who want them to live. "
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