War-Time Realism Through the Looking Glass
There is scarcely a square foot of land upon which we tread that is not, for someone, Ground Zero. I am sitting atop one now: a killing field for Cherokee, Chickasaw, Choctaw and Creek...
The city I called home for ten years is dying: a slow, agonizing, all-too-terribly public death, before the eyes of the nation and the world.
It's not Bob Hope or some other entertainer regaling the troops with bad jokes and worse music, while the soldiers take long drags off cheap cigarettes and fantasize about sleeping with some pinup girl as soon as they get back stateside.
Iraqis must think the American definition of liberation a strange one...
Contrary to the claims of many — that the left seeks to justify attacks on America because of our foreign policy history — the truth is quite the opposite.
It depends on the color and the cause...
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