You can also find the original poem here, along with a list of the other sites that have joined.
On the eve of the Iraq War, I was talking about the looming conflict with a man who was a heavy Fox viewer. I told him how I was worried about the people who would be killed if we went to war.
He replied that only 160 or so soldiers had died in the Gulf War, that this war was unlikely to be much different.
I said, “It’s not our soldiers I’m worried about. It’s their conscripts and non-combatants I’m worried about. They will see hell.”
“Yes”, he replied, “But they don’t count. They’re brown.”
He was serious.