Do you wonder if the boy's mother feels it when her son pushes the button walking through the crowded square?
Does she taste the burned bodies lying all around?
Are her tears for the son or the unnamed dead?
War is so ugly. I'm no longer proud to watch our soldiers march in unison and wave good-bye from giant steel boats. Their sand colored fatigues and M-16s aren't cool and adrenaline rushing. The dog-tags no longer tug at my heart from around their necks.
Peace is one sided, of that I'm sure. If you don't shoot somebody else will. We can scream for non-violence and for our boys to come home but the killing fields will always call the names of the dead. If we don't bomb their homes they will bomb our embassies and the sick roller coaster goes on and on.
I'm not writing this to proclaim answers or opinions. There is no pretty picture.
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