We allow our tax dollars to be used to turn our kids into psychopaths. How clever of us.
My husband goes to the VA Hospital in Asheville (NC) for medical needs. When I go with him, I sometimes spend waiting time talking with some of the people. A lot of the young guys returning from the Middle East are mute, dis-integrated and trapped in a private nightmare. Some of them sit in the waiting area, rocking themselves and staring off into private visions. Some pace outside the hospital doors and chainsmoke. Some wait in the parking lot blasting hard rock or metal inside their vehicles. All are "survivors" of Iraq and young enough to be my child. Like my husband who, after 40 years, can't quite r...

We allow our tax dollars to be used to turn our kids into psychopaths. How clever of us.
My husband goes to the VA Hospital in Asheville (NC) for medical needs. When I go with him, I sometimes spend waiting time talking with some of the people. A lot of the young guys returning from the Middle East are mute, dis-integrated and trapped in a private nightmare. Some of them sit in the waiting area, rocking themselves and staring off into private visions. Some pace outside the hospital doors and chainsmoke. Some wait in the parking lot blasting hard rock or metal inside their vehicles. All are "survivors" of Iraq and young enough to be my child. Like my husband who, after 40 years, can't quite return from Vietnam, these young men can't get home from Iraq. When one adds the traumatized Iraqi "survivors", one finds an awful lot of casualties because of this war.
What have we done? How will we begin to heal all these casualties?