The nightmares have begun. Last night I dreamed that my niece was kidnapped, put on a plane, flown through horrible maneuvers, and then forced to take a fatal dose of medication. Her body and a videotape of the terror were then delivered to my family. Her last words were a question: "Was I bad?"
The U.S. has not responded--investigations are underway, and I doubt anything will be done swiftly. But the bottom line is that war is here, and that means death.
( How do we think about death...?Collapse )