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"Congressman Swick, does your Indian blood make you lose loyalty to the United States?" Norman Schwarzkopf's tone was sardonic, almost outright racial discrimination.
Yeah…
That's an Indian black cat, what's it got to do with us?
"You… You…"
"That's sophistry, do you have Congress's permission?! Moreover, without your acquiescence, could they have crossed the coastline? Even India said it was your invitation!" The previous congressman angrily stood up and asked.
Thinking of being played by the Indian Defense Minister, Norman Schwarzkopf's expression darkened; those damn Indian guys must have eaten with their hand used for wiping.
