Tragedy

In his morning briefing, Rumsfeld tells the President that yesterday, in serious fighting outside Fallujah, 3 Brazilian troops were killed.

The blood drains from the President’s face, his head collapses into his hands on his desk and he remains there for several, long breaths.

When he composes himself and comes to an upright seated position, it is clear his eyes are moist. He asks Rumsfeld, “Just exactly how many is a Brazilian?”

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Thank you Jay for a good pick-me-up.