It's March 19th. Again. And we're still at war. Again. And now people are trying to get us all riled up about another war. Again. So I'm posting this post... ten years after I wrote it... the day we went to war in Iraq. Again.
March 19, 2003
My country went to war today. A deadline passed, a stand-off persisted, and then came the rockets.If I had to sum up how I feel, I'd call it sadness. I'm so, so sad. I'm sad it's come to this. I'm sad that my feelings of overwhelming cynicism made me believe that it always would come to this. And I'm sad that so many people will not be satisfied, will not have had enough, until blood is spilled and people are dead.When I was a child, I used to think that if we could just find a way to get out of Viet Nam, we would live in peace. After all, hadn't we learned our lesson about war? Now, nearly thirty years later, here we are again, sending troops to fight for something that vaguely resembles liberty. Something that's been dressed up in noble cloth and made to look like a noble cause. But try as I might, I can't see the Emperor's clothes. I have a sneaking suspicion that the Emperor is, in fact, naked.My country went to war today. I pray that things will happen quickly, with a minimum of bloodshed and casualty, and then we'll bring our soldiers home in one piece. And maybe this time, we'll have learned our lesson.The right lesson.
I'm getting tired of this post. I was tired when I wrote it. I'm tired now. I'm hoping this will be the very last March 19th I have to post it.
My mouth to God's ears....