I don’t want any more of my guys to get hurt or die. If it was something I felt righteous about, maybe.
It makes the horror all the more intolerable for me. I have really, in some twisted inner vision, wanted them to believe they were making a difference. I want them to believe in what they did when they were blown to hell, that it was worth it. I would rather have them be at peace with all they had done and seen when they died in the sand so friggin far away.
With my niece in harms way in Afghanistan, I have the right to feel this way about George Bush’s war and what it is doing to every man and woman that is fighting it. Their only goal is to keep their friends alive. They have the noblest of intentions.
Lying to me is one thing but sweet Jesus, lying to them is criminal.
clipped from: sirenschronicles.com 