I’ve been feeling bad and worried about the war for several weeks. Mostly, I was keeping my chin up and pretending it didn’t bother me. Then, yesterday, I happened to see a woman I’ve known for 25 years. Her son was killed in a nighttime crash of a Humvee in Iraq. He was driving with night-vision goggles. She was shattered for a few days, and now she’s slogging through the difficulties of burying her dead son and resuming life without him. The USMC has been supportive and courteous. The UAW and the company have cooperated to put together a memorial scholarship. A circle of friends has helped her to make it.
Hearing her talk about her ordeal bumped me over the edge. I’ve been rattled and depressed since yesterday. I’ve been bitter and angry about the war since the beginning. Now that I’ve seen the human cost up close, it hits me upside the head with the reality that the war boys don’t care about the opinions of little citizens like me. :mad: