Ma’ wife is thinkin’ baby cries when he needs some feedin’.
I dohn’t know. Could be? Been paint room with more red and blue. Had plent-a-white already. Been singing the spangled banner and sayin’ the pledge every night before beddin’, but the darn kid still cry like sayin’ Allah. Don’t right know what to make of it still.
Gonna’ talk with that Army preacher again if’n ma’ son don’t stop cryin’ the somethin’ soundin’ like Allah.
Army priest seen the strangest thing he ever did see, ma’ boy crying Allah. Army priest see me just watch ma’ son and say da’ pledge and anthom of united states and decorate ma’ son’s room with red, white’n, blue. Din’t see much else. Left’n seen to me patriot songs and colors red, white, blue should get rid of his Allah cry. Am still worried.
Called Army today. Called the local Army priest to come see ma’ son. ‘Cause ma’ son is a, a, is maybe a terrorist. Just don’t know.
Heard him cryin’ this last night. I went a run to the room tryin’, tryin’ to believe I ain’t heard what I heard. Don’t want to be thinkin’ I heard it even now. Just want to forget this sinful act by ma’ son. ‘Cause me heard him crying, ,,ALLAH, ALLAH, ALLAH, ALLAH, ALLAH!…” Could’ve been just a plain old cry, but that there loud scream was nothing like cry I ever heard. Babies a supposed be crying’ Ohs’ or Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa’aor Aaaaaaaaaaaaa’a. This not what I heard. I heard a loud cry, ,,ALLAH, ALLAH, ALLAH, ALLAH, ALLAH!”
Hopin’ that there Army priest come soon. Hope those terrorist haven’t gotten to ma’ son.
Almost cried today. Baby boy got him his Army number. Am so proud. Think I am goin’ tattoo 51175-0200-76-79 on my shoulder. Just dream and dream of the time when we get that gun in his hands and go kill those devil terrorist who don’t believe in my God. Those people need to be killed. Now my son can help with the killin’.
My boy is such a blessed being. His tiny body all screaming and cryin’ a war song. With a strong voice like a wild hunter, those prey better be worrin’ about your aim.
I can’t wait to teach you to shoot the rife and skin cats and dogs boy. You arms strong and sturdy. Those arms be stranglin’ arms. Need get those small hands train to go fight with God’s Army to spread the good of United States.
O’my boy you will soon be ready. Me and Sue need you good and ready to do some killin’ for kin. But now you just look so cute sleepin’ on the bed between me and mom.
When you cry I can hear you sing the Killing For God march.