On the flight home from DC, there was a slight young man who looked to be still in his teens. He was wearing a gray tee-shirt on which the following words were printed:
Returned from Iraq.
Go Army.
As I looked at his face, I saw that just one eye was open. The other was closed as if it was sealed shut. His face was blank.
The sight of this man-child, and the thought of all the others who have been caught up in the insanity of this war made me cringe. I forgot, in the moment, to bless him. I struggled to suppress my rage ... and became numb.
Posted by Judi at May 31, 2006 1:43 PM | TrackBack