Like your young George I signed up figuring the war would wind up before they said, "We're finished with your training." But I'd no influential daddy who could pull strings for his laddie, who'd get me off the hook to go champagning. Instead they said, "Your training's done. Here's your Rummy tommy gun. Go out and let them blow you up because They hate our troops and get upset each time we bomb a minaret, though Bush and Cheney swore we'd get applause." So why is anyone surprised when I find I was ill-advised and opt out when the shooting starts? Like Rummy, I was ill-prepared. Like Bush, getting shot at has me scared. Why should I win Bush some Purple Hearts? Bob Carlson |