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When WIll We Ever Learn

I watch the In Memoriam segment of ABC's This Week every Sunday.  Featured every week are the names, age and hometowns of the soldiers lost that week.  Flashed on screen for mere seconds.  Hardly long enough to truly focus on the ramifications of the loss:  the families, the loved ones, buddies, acquaintances, hopes, dreams, simple pleasures. complex emotions.  Lost forever.  Flashed mere seconds, lost forever.

To study history is to study the power of leaders to send nations to war, and the young bodies to die or be broken forever. And now, Egypt with its old men hanging on to their corruption, as the young yearn for something better. When will we ever learn.




These are the lives lost.  Young, happy, with their futures intact.





When Brendan was in the Army this song by Green Day haunted me.  It haunts me still.



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