On the front page of the Washington Post this morning is a picture of a young soldier who lost both his legs to an IED in Afghanistan. One leg was amputated above the knee and another at the hip. Certainly puts my own recent temporary disability into perspective.
Does anyone know anymore what we are doing in Afghanistan, besides killing and injuring young Americans? What would victory there even look like?
Thank God we now have a president who thinks before he acts.
My daughter shared the following poem with me some time ago:
by Siegfried Sassoon.
Does it matter? – Losing your legs? . . .
For people will always be kind,
And you need not show that you mind
When the others come in after hunting
To gobble their muffins and eggs.
Does it matter? – Losing your sight? . . .
There’s such splendid work for the blind;
And people will always be kind,
As you sit on the terrace remembering
And turning your face to the light.
Do they matter? – those dreams for the pit? . . .
You can drink and forget and be glad,
And people won’t say that you’re mad;
For they’ll know you’ve fought for your country
And no one will worry a bit.
