Oh how they love war. Oh how they love to push the bodies of those unrelated to them onto the firing line. Oh how they soar, away, away, swiftly away from danger. How they love the freedom they don't have to pay for. How they love their country, so much, that they would never leave its shores to fight in a war they support.
They are, the chickenhawks, proud, free, unencumbered, alive.