Iraq War, ten years on...
Ten years ago, this week, the invasion of Iraq began. That's a long time, and yet, it was yesterday! It encompasses the entirety of my youngest son's life-- with a year to spare, and yet, I feel like I barely just turned about. We've had close to a billion people born world wide, and I don't know how many die, in that time. Yet, it was really only the barest of eye blinks on the scale of the universe. For some of us, though, it has been a very long, very tough time. I cannot speak for those who have been injured, killed, maimed, raped, assaulted, imprisoned, tortured or harmed by this war. I can't speak for those who have had a different experience than I. I can only speak for myself. I can only tell you how it has impacted me, and mine. I can begin by saying I am deeply, truly sorry. I know that I have blood on my hands, and that I can never wash them clean again. None of us can. I am sorry that I believed Colin Powell. Something in my guts screamed...