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my buddies

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my buddy
ow howeth · ow sos evy

my buddy
ow howeth · ow sos evy

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My buddy is seventeen years old.
Seytek bloodh yw ow hothman.

my buddies
/ ow howetha / / /

My buddy is seventeen years old.
Seytek bloodh yw ow howethes.

my buddy
/ ow sos evy / / /

My buddy is seventeen.
Seytek bloodh yw ow howethes.

my buddy
ow sos evy

My buddy is seventeen.
Seytek bloodh yw ow hothman.

My buddy is seventeen years old.
Seytek bloodh yw ow howeth.

My buddy is seventeen.
Seytek bloodh yw ow howeth.

my buddies
ow howetha

My buddy helped me.
Ow hothman a am gweresas.

“When I saw a US F4 Phantom drop napalm on thousands of my fellow students, burning them all to death in a most painful and horrific way, I knew that it was killing kids that would soon recover – hundreds of them. It was like Dresden. It was like the fire-bombing of Tokyo. Gentlemen, that’s a major war crime. That’s not a battle. That’s not war. That’s why they hanged Generals at Nuremburg!...” Time was indeed short. I could see the guards hurrying to the stage. I had to raise my voice to be heard above the other voices that were now being raised. I started screaming: “...I can’t tell you why your government sent you here. That’s political. But I can tell you that you’ve been sent to war on the basis of a lie! Does that sound familiar? Well, does it? Have you heard of the so-called ‘Gulf of Tonkin Incident’? How many of you have still got brothers risking their lives in ‘Nam because of it? ...” These were the last words I managed to get out before I, too, was hit with a cattle-prod – and screamed very heartily. The hall was in uproar. There was complete pandemonium – just as I’d hoped. The Captain approached my cage as I lay spasming in the floor and hit me with another powerful jolt of electricity from one of the other cattle prods. (Perfect for my plans – but painful all the same.) “Leave him alone, you bastard!” shouted one of the GI’s. “You’re killin’ him!” And, with that, he and several of his buddies rushed on stage to protect me. Cosmic! For an instant, I thought they might actually free me – though that had not been my immediate plan – but the guards drew their side-arms and aimed them squarely at the stage invaders. Sensibly, they retreated. The Captain dropped his prod, came close and looked me in the eye. There was deep hatred in his look. I had wilfully robbed him of his moment of glory. Good. Now to see what the GI’s would do with the (quite plausible) disinformation that I had provided them.
“Pan welis vy F4 Fantom dhiworth Amerika dhe asa koedha napalm war vilyow a’m kesstudhyoryon, orth aga leski bys mernans, meur aga fayn hag euthekter, my a wodhya ev dhe ladha yonkers neb a wellhasa yn skon – kansow anedha. Kepar ha Dresden o. Kepar ha bombardyans-tan Tokio. A Dus Jentyl, henn yw drogober-vresel bras. Nyns yw henna batel. Nyns yw henna bresel hogen. Henn yw an acheson may feu kregys pennhembrynkysi yn Nuremburg!...” Yn hwir, berr o’m termyn. Y hyllyn gweles an gwithysi ow fistena dhe’n gwarila. Res o dhymm gul ughella ow lev rag bos klywys erbynn an voysow nowydh erell y’n hel. My a dhallathas skrija: “...Ny allav derivas dhywgh an achesons may hwrug agas dannvon omma agas governans hwi. Politek yw henna. Byttegyns, y hallav derivas dhywgh agas bos dannvenys dhe vresel a-barth gow! Yw henna aswonnys dhywgh hwi? A aswonnowgh hwi gow gelwys ‘Happyans Morbleg Tonkin’? Dhe bygemmys yntredhowgh hwi eus breder hwath yn peryll yn ‘Namm drefenn an gow na?...” An re ma o an diwettha geryow a yllyn kewsel kyns ow bos frappyes gans pok- jatel – ha kyns ow skrijans kolonnek. Yth esa habadoelya y’n hel, deray dien – kepar dell via govenek dhymm. Y neshas an Kapten dhe’m bagh ha my ow korwedha yn unn loes war an leur ha’m frappya gans krakk nerthek tredan ow tos dhiworth huni yntra’n pok- jatelow erell. (Yn ferfeyth herwydh ow towlow – byttegyns meur a bayn o.) “Gas e yn kres, ‘vastard!” a armas huni yntra’n soudoryon keth. “Ty a wra y ladha!” Ha, gans henna, an souder ma, gans nebes y sos, a fistenas war warila rag ow gwitha orth an Kapten. Kosmyk! Dres pols, y grysis bos possybyl i dhe alloes ow rydhhe – kyn na via henna ow thowl desempis – mes an withysi a dennas aga gonnigow ha’ga foyntya yn ewn orth omherdhyoryon an gwarila. Meur aga skians da, i a gildennas. An Kapten a wrug gasa koedha y bok-jatel ha dos nes dhymm rag mires y’m dewlagas. Golok a gas town dhodho. My re led’sa dhiworto y hwers gloryus. Pur dha. Hag ytho, res o dhymm gweles an pyth a wrussa an soudoryon Amerikanek gans an dysdherivas (meur y hevelepter) re brovisen dhedha.