The fat man's expression was grim, "In Latin America, the United States reigns supreme, so, I propose we deploy troops to Mexico!"
The radicals below all banged the table.
This signified agreement.
Sitting above, Richard Bruce Cheney took off his glasses and asked, "Will you go to the battlefield?"
Instant silence!
"Mr. Bess, will you go?" He turned his head to look at the fat man who had proposed the idea.
The other man frowned, "We have an army."
"What if there are casualties? How do we explain it to public opinion? How do we tell our citizens? Have you forgotten about Black Hawk Down?"
This freshly reopened wound caused dissatisfaction.
"War always leads to deaths. Are we keeping them as ornaments?"
