Boys of Abu Ghraib Page #4

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Handcuff them to the bars, do not let them sit.

Do this until you listen. Right?

Some are harder than others,

but in the end all yield.

Once they do, they are yours.

Should we do this?

Of course we should.

The command expects you to do your service, soldier.

I understand?

Yes, understood.

So that's fun. Look.

Chewy!

Chewbacca!

It is hard to recall records and names are unpronounceable,

then invent nicknames.

This guy here,

the latest figures from his record are 1010,

then called Twenty.

This is Mr. Clean, for obvious reasons.

And this one ...

The call Jimmy Dean.

This does not yet know.

The call Stay Puft, the Ghostbusters.

Other usam Rosie O'Donnell.

Here we have the Old River.

Very quiet.

Finally, we have this motherf***er.

The call of Bartender.

He frequently serves cocktails.

What is a cocktail?

It is a mixture of feces, urine and other bodily fluids.

-Oh my God. -Is.

The put here to prevent the hit.

There newcomers arriving tomorrow, so be here.

If you need anything, I'll be in another block.

Alright.

We do not have enough PMs, so pay attention ...

You must be aggressive, right?

If you feel weak, have problems.

They stick a nail in her throat without hesitation.

Remember, this is your pack.

-You command. -How so?

I mean, we are the American army.

Should not we lead by example?

Farmer, what the hell are you talking about?

These guys are who capture American journalists

behead them slowly,

film and send to the world, and you're worried

with panties on their face?

Looks like an ordinary Saturday night for me.

I do not know, guys.

I think many here have done nothing.

Bullshit, man.

Learned that one 13 years was arrested for playing football

near the patrol.

No, these guys are out there.

Level two inmates.

Farmer is the secure wing of sh*t.

What's this?

This is where intelligence remains the most valuable prisoners.

You see someone questioning?

No, no specific staff for that.

What training did you receive?

No training, actually.

They just throw you in there

with a lot of crazy, and if they see you?

Enough of this sad talk, makes me want to slit my wrists.

I'm trying to keep me calm,

writing a song for us.

-How so? -What are you talking about?

-A song? -A music.

It's a fire, we'll do the singing.

-Time Music! -Listen, this is music.

It starts like this ...

The guys from Abu Ghraib say that we know

Who always protect us wherever we go

Finally, the baton.

A little more participation, yes?

True, the second verse is ...

Fighting in a war that never saw

But that's okay because I have my boys AG

We boys always know for AG

We have each other NON matter's where we are going

Fighting in a war that never saw

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