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Today, on shit I don't admit freely and in public:

This post, a letter written by a mother to her sons (in their future), made me cry.

Think about your duty as a man, as a human being. Think about Hugh Thompson. I know it will be hard. I know you could probably get away with doing nothing, or doing the wrong thing. I know you'll be called pussy, or faggot. I know you may lose friends. But know that if you are in a place where you have the chance to help those who can not help themselves, even if your help angers those who are presumably your allies, there will be a word you will also be called: Hero.

Originally posted at Xtinian Thoughts.  Comment here or there.