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Roach, as I read the piece you linked, for a while I smiled to myself about posting something snarky in reply. "Well, when you list all of this stuff one after another, starts to look kinda bad..."
Then I kept reading.
Then I kept reading.
Then I finished reading.
Now I'm just depressed.
Even when you spend countless hours each week keeping up with this stuff, even now that this war is something that I "grew up" with, even as it colored and drove my study of nations and political systems and militaries and how and why they interact, even as my naive emotional opposition to this war gave way to deeper understanding, even after meeting hopeless Iraqi refugees in Arab cities and Iraqi-Americans who lament that the country they grew up in is forever lost, after watching veterans younger than me horse around on their wheelchairs up the street from me at Walter Reed, seemingly oblivious of missing limbs ... after all of that, reading through the saga of our folly from cover to cover, viewing a replay of the slow-motion train-wreck of this war still has the power to knock the wind out of me.
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