this morning #1942.

this morning, two years after that fateful day, i’m finally ready to admit that we’ve been sold a story. in my heart, i’ve known that this was true for a while now but chose to keep traveling down the same road anyhow. i remember the anger i felt when i first heard the gruesome news. learned of the lack of humanity. the stories. such horror. how could they? praised the payback. the payback. the payback. year two came with more of the same. fighting with no real end in sight. decidedly one-sided. supposedly still necessary. not always seeming so. struggling to believe that all these bombing missions are anything but opportunistic. i think it might be time for us to give it up. they’ve had enough. those who are still alive, that is.