Subject: finite

From: "Lesley Santos" <[email-masked]>
Date: Sun, 17 Sep 2006 03:09:05 -0700

We had heard the United States was a land of plenty andliberty. Till you and all who are like you are blacked outFrom the world we wish to have born.
They become more decided every day your war goes on.
It does not only mean the last refuge of freedom.
Foreigners, here, arent the people you see around. What of my millions and my ancient wrong? But I am not so much like those people in Ohio as I usedto be.
The war against the children of your foesWith bombs and treachery and slow starvation. VOICE: In the part of Ohio I come from, lots of people havereligious convictions against war. I dont know if I have made myself clearbut Hitler is my personal enemy and I aim to stop him.
Heres an electrical worker from Kansas City, writing in tohis union journal. VOICE: All I want to be is where I belong, in a mortar platoon ofthe Marines. VOICE, MIDWEST: A while ago, in these columns, we snarled Whatwar?
Because now the real job was starting and thatmeant something.
NARRATOR: Hear my friend who was born in Hungary. OLDER VOICE: I have two sons who are in the American Army.
I am old and I knowwhen things are good and when they are rotten. All unions are now a part of the Labor Front. But the recordswritten from Cantigny to the Argonne.
I arrived penniless and friendless but America gaveme priceless freedom and opportunity.
It isntjust the rationing, it cuts deeper. I could imaginemyself in that mans place.
So, when I came here, attwenty, with others of my compatriots, we knew little of manythings.
Because military service wasnt ourchosen way of life.
Where every kind of child has room to grow.