Each generation must face down its own unique conflicts, and must come to task to them in their own personal, peculiar way, and some generations do that more effectively than others. Others shirk their responsibility, and misdirect that burden on to others to bear. It is too soon to tell how the naught generation will be judged, but I suspect that it will be seen as one that largely failed to meet all of the things that could reasonably be expected of it, one that wasn’t up to the task of its time. Some generations face more problems than others. As things go, the nineties weren’t all that bad. The baby boomers faced a total war in
Mr. President, how long will you allow this to go on? How many more families will be sent home their sons, brothers, fathers, daughters, sisters, and mothers in flag draped coffins? How many more will be made to lose their sight, their hearing, how many will you allow to be maimed and brutalized? How many more must lose their lives because you can’t live with the thought that somewhere along the line, you made a mistake? How many will you force a life of nightmares, PSTD, and guilt upon? How many will it take for you to finally admit that you were wrong? Do you believe that whatever you thought necessitated this war, is worth the price that’s been paid, the one that continues to be paid, and will continue to be paid for as long as you allow it to? Is it worth the half of a trillion dollars, and the almost four thousand Americans? Was getting Saddam at the end of a rope worth the lives of half a million Iraqis? I bet daddy’s proud now, isn’t he? He couldn’t be happier with the legacy you’ve made, the one thing that will forever be attached to your family’s name, could he? Are you that base, that vain that you would let this tragedy, this catastrophe continue, so as not force upon you the difficulty, the shame of saying: “I was wrong.” Three little words that are such an affront to your pride that you would let hundreds of thousands die to save you from the humility required to utter them. Do you seriously believe in the notion that what you did was right, and would you, if you were able to make that decision again, knowing all that you know now, would you choose the same course of action? Does the burden of what you’re responsible for at all bother you? Does the thought of the children that are dead because of you keep you up at night for even a minute? Do you believe, do you seriously believe that all of this is justified by the phantasmal specter of terrorism? Michael Jason Williams, Gregory Paul Sanders, Jay Thomas Aubin, Lori Ann Piestewa, Ruben Estrella Soto, these are not numbers, they are names, the names of people, Americans killed by your decisions, and there are over 3,500 more just like them. I fail to believe that Hassan Hashin, eleven, was a threat to this country, or Had Naam Mhebs, fourteen; or Afra Hashin, eleven; or Zhra Ali Hsen, eight. I cannot believe that these children were a threat to the security of this country. These names are but a handful of the scores and scores of thousands who have died in the past four years. Nagham Abaas Nahi, an eight year old schoolgirl killed by an American bomb, paid for by our tax dollars and dropped on your orders, in the town of
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