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I simply could not believe it when I was watching the coverage of the helicopter shoot-down on CNN today, with FIFTEEN killed and TWENTY ONE wounded. Then there was the footage of the Iraqis dancing at news of the attack.
I thought of the speakers from the Military Families Against the War group at the D.C. rally last week, remembering the pain and anger in their voices as they told of their loved ones currently in Iraq and how they were just being used for political gain. I thought of when I took my son to the Vietnam Memorial after the rally and march, and how overwhelming and moving it was even after having seen it several times already. I thought of the families I saw at the memorial, some placing flowers and/or letters at the base of the panels on which their loved ones names were etched. I thought of the group of four or five veterans who were posing by one panel, next to pictures of four of their comrades that didn't make it home with them, and the looks of pain and fatigue on their faces more than thirty years later. I thought of my uncle, a Marine who'd served two tours of duty in Vietnam when I was a very young child, and how grateful I was that he'd made it home and that I'd grown up being able to know him and that he'd been able to have two great children, now grown, that I've enjoyed having as cousins. I thought of the total senselessness of the war, and how deaf, dumb, and blind the leaders were at that time. Not only not listening to the people, but not even listening to those in the know who said there was no point ant that they needed to pull out, and therefore continuing to cause the totally needless deaths of young men who had their entire futures ahead of them and who should have been able to have come home to raise families and enjoy productive lives.
And then I thought of Shrub and the Bushistas and their total lack of regard for the lives of those in the military and the fact that there was no reason for invading Iraq in the first place except to gratify their egos and satisfy their own political and imperialistic ambitions. I thought of the fact that he's cut the VA budget and blocked increases in military pay and benefits, and charged wounded soldiers for their own fucking FOOD for God's sake! I thought of the fact that he has not attended ONE SINGLE FUCKING MILITARY FUNERAL since he started this whole mess, indeed, he seems not to give a rat's ass about it at all. I thought of how he hasn't spent one single day in combat, and how he kept his chickenhawk ass safe and totally out of danger during Vietnam, not even bothering to show up for his final year in the Texas Air National Guard and how he got away with it because of daddy's name and money, and how poor shmucks like my uncle didn't have that luxury and that choice, and that many died because of it.
And I thought that it really is time to GET THE HELL OUT OF THERE NOW! NOW! NOW! Before one more soldier suffers or dies the way that FIFTEEN did today, as well as the TWENTY ONE who were wounded, some severly. Before we have to start building yet another memorial, this one in the shape of an I with all the names of Shrub's victims on it. And I also thought that maybe many more Americans will, after what happened today, begin to understand and realize that, and not just want out but start to turn against Shrub and the Bushistas. Maybe, just maybe folks, the tide is finally beginning to really turn.
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