“Oh and finally, sir, three Brazilian soldiers were killed in Iraq today.”

Bush goes pale, his jaw hanging open in stunned disbelief. He buries his
face in his hands, muttering “My God…My God”.

“Mr. President,” says Cheney, “we lose soldiers all the time, and it’s
terrible. But I’ve never seen you so upset. What’s the matter?”

Bush looks up and says…”How many is a Brazilian?”