48 Hours
At a time like this, a lot can happen in 48 hours. Minutes will be ticking off from now until then when the outcome will define 'peace' and the concept of freedom for the whole world.
I just watched President George W. Bush deliver his speech on television. Like the anchor at CNN, I can only say that despite the fact that we already knew what was going to be said, hearing the words spoken by the president somehow puts a different perspective on the war about to happen. It doesn't really change the fact that I dread the thought of death and destruction that will happen as consequence to the whole exercise. It's just that taking it from his standpoint, it does seem to make sense.
Maybe he is right. Maybe I don't really understand the reasons behind the dynamic of this whole thing. Maybe it is worth to gamble the risk of being isolated in belief from most of the world, even strike discord among leaders of different nations, in quest of the ultimate good. Maybe Saddam Hussein will step down. Maybe, if it does happen, I will be watching the war on television while in the safety and confines of my bedroom, curious and horrified, never imagining, even in my wildest dreams the live action horror to those who are actually fighting it. Maybe later on, after the war is over, I may on hindsight realize that George W. Bush was right all along.
But then, at this point, nobody can be all that right. I don't think that I am all wrong in thinking that war is a terrible thing, even if given my own very limited knowledge of world politics and economics. Being a wife and a mother, I feel for all the women who have husbands and sons being sent off to risk their lives to fight the war in Iraq.
Filed Under: Pain
I just watched President George W. Bush deliver his speech on television. Like the anchor at CNN, I can only say that despite the fact that we already knew what was going to be said, hearing the words spoken by the president somehow puts a different perspective on the war about to happen. It doesn't really change the fact that I dread the thought of death and destruction that will happen as consequence to the whole exercise. It's just that taking it from his standpoint, it does seem to make sense.
Maybe he is right. Maybe I don't really understand the reasons behind the dynamic of this whole thing. Maybe it is worth to gamble the risk of being isolated in belief from most of the world, even strike discord among leaders of different nations, in quest of the ultimate good. Maybe Saddam Hussein will step down. Maybe, if it does happen, I will be watching the war on television while in the safety and confines of my bedroom, curious and horrified, never imagining, even in my wildest dreams the live action horror to those who are actually fighting it. Maybe later on, after the war is over, I may on hindsight realize that George W. Bush was right all along.
But then, at this point, nobody can be all that right. I don't think that I am all wrong in thinking that war is a terrible thing, even if given my own very limited knowledge of world politics and economics. Being a wife and a mother, I feel for all the women who have husbands and sons being sent off to risk their lives to fight the war in Iraq.
Filed Under: Pain
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