I’d like to write a letter to the men working for peace over there. To the boys and dads.
I don’t know who you are. You are Iraqi, you are American, you are European. You are men who may never meet. You are men who have been best friends since you laid eyes on eachother. You are men who see hope and trust in the eyes of another. You are men who love to smile and laugh from your guts at things that are funnier than anything you have heard. You are men who long for the arms of your loved ones as they long for you. Your eyes are brown and blue and green. You are not so different, yet you will never understand each other.
This war thing. I’s crazy. You fight for eachother. You fight for freedom. You fight for God and Country.
I don’t know what that means. I want to fight for you. I want to stand up and scream that HOW DARE THE BEST OUR GOVERNMENT CAN DO IS HAVE HALLIBURTON FEED YOU IN A TARP TENT AND TELL YOU THAT WE’RE WINNING?? Hello, foreign policy anyone????
To tell you the truth, I didn’t want this war. I feared the dirty things that war drives people to the torture, the split-second-and-maybe-its-wrong-in-hindsight-life-and-death decisions. The carnage, the mental fracture. IT IS WAR. My generation did not need to be REMINDED of what war REALLY is. We have TV. We have Spielberg. We have Band of Brothers. We do not need to send our brethren through this horrid march to mental anguish and physical torture.
I was mad about it THEN, like in 2000! I did not trust their judgment then. BUT I TELL YOU I AM MAD AS HELL THAT THEY ARE NOT BEING MORE VIGILANT IN PROTECTING THE LIVES OF OUR SOLDIERS AND DEFINING BETTER FOREIGN POLICY!
Hey, you red states —— you wanted this. Is this really what you want? Because, if it’s not, then now is YOUR time to take a damn stand to ensure that this war goes some way that YOU ALL wanted to go. You don’t have “us” to rally against, because we had our shot. The bully pulpit won. Confuckagratulations. Congratufuckenlations.
IF YOU VOTED RED, THEN THIS SHIT IS ALL YOURS. OUR blue HANDS ARE TIED, OUR BACKS ARE UP AGAINST THE WALL AND WE WILL JUST RETREAT INTO OUR SECULAR VODOO SEX CULTS AND LET YOU ALL TAKE THE CASUALITIES OF WAR WHILE WE WALLOW IN THE PROFIT-TAKING OF UNDER-VALUED YOUTH.
SEE YOU ON THE MOUNTAIN, BEE-YATCH. (And God bless our troops! I hope you’re home soon!!)