On the morning of Sept ll, I could not cry. Nor could I cry that afternoon or evening.
But after the TV went off, and I went to bed, I began to cry for all the men and women I knew would die on the battlefield of Afghanistan and Iraq.
And of course, I haven't stopped crying since.
162 posted on 09/10/2009 9:43:33 PM PDT by roses of sharon
(If you want a vision of the future, imagine a boot stamping on a human face - forever. - Orwell)