Yesterday, I was happy to spend a few cycles on providing environmental resources, but today I can’t help but return to my default state of surprise that we don’t really seem to be living as a nation at war. My uncle (my dad’s brother) was just deployed to Iraq. A good friend of my brother (and friend of our family) is having his welcome home party here in Nashville this Sunday. His final dispatch from Iraq was not encouraging. His tour was even less encouraging considering that he’s actually in the Navy and was basically hoodwinked into a tour in Iraq. At least my uncle is in the Army.
My brother’s friend reported a harrowing experience of having been shot at by a sniper. His personal letters seem to find political vocalization in the words of some brave Army captains. Our friend is no phony soldier (and I don’t mean to portray him as staunchly anti-war; he just offered realistic assessments of some pretty awful scenarios), and I suspect that this dozen, though soon to be surely dirtied by the wingers, are not either.
The Army captains offer a stark choice: a draft or withdrawal. I cannot look to Iraq and see any good choices. And I cannot look to a healthy national dialogue for working through the options we have available. Although I can safely say that I don’t think military strikes against Iran are among them.
5 years on, I wonder how Sen. Clinton, the current Democratic frontrunner for the presidential nomination for 2008, answers to herself, “Was it worth it?” I know the position of the Republican candidates (save Ron Paul). I know my own answer, and the answer is “no”. Especially when I reflect on what else $1.2 trillion could buy.
Update: I’ve got it! We’ll see how many other people we can get to attack Iraq!