Wednesday, October 5, 2011

10 Years in Afghanistan: Does Anyone Care?

October 7 will mark the tenth year that the United States has been involved in the war in Afghanistan. 1,800 U.S. soldiers are dead, and the rate of casualties has been increasing. Does anyone care?

I know there are lots of arguments about the justification for the war, and some of them are, or at least were at one time, valid. I simply question the right of wizened old white men being given the right of sending our troops in harm's way with no threat to themselves and their families and without any sense of sacrifice. I am even more horrified that some of the decision-makers actually derive financial benefits by going to war (can anyone say "Halliburton" and "Cheney"?).

A decision to go to war should be the most profound choice a president or congress should ever make. They should be forced to ask themselves "Is this war important enough that I would send my own children to the front lines?" It is so much easier to make these decisions when the young men and women you have sentenced to death belong to families other than your own.

If this seems unreasonable to our rich and well-connected politicians, I seem to recall the Great Britain regularly has members of the royal family in their military ranks. And I don't think that the Texas Air National Guard counts as military service.

But that's just my opinion. Our troops should be home....


Fortunate Son, by John C. Fogarty

Some folks are born made to wave the flag
Ooh, they're red, white and blue
And when the band plays "Hail to the chief"
Ooh, they point the cannon at you, Lord
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no senator's son, son
It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate one, no

Yeah!
Some folks are born silver spoon in hand
Lord, don't they help themselves, oh
But when the taxman comes to the door
Lord, the house looks like a rummage sale, yes

It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no millionaire's son, no
It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate one, no

Some folks inherit star spangled eyes
Ooh, they send you down to war, Lord
And when you ask them, "How much should we give?"
Ooh, they only answer More! more! more! yoh

It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no military son, son
It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate one, one

It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate one, no no no
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate son, no no no
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