Today is Memorial Day. It's the day we remember all those who have died in the service of their country during war. Any war. All those wars.
The post I had planned for this day didn't publish.
In a way I'm glad.
It was a short plea for someone, somewhere to find a way for us to stop killing each other.
But, you know? That's too easy.
The guys I knew who died in 'Nam deserve better.
All the Service people who have died, and who are going to die, deserve better.
It's one thing to have become a fat old pacifist. It's quite another to earnestly want an end to war - because I've seen it, I've lived it and I've come to understand that the price is too high to pay.
No parent wants to raise a child to give them over to war. We raise children in this country. Not sacrifices.
Honestly. Truly. Make Love, not War.