I have called myself a militant pacifist for years. There is no place in my brain that I can understand how human beings can drop bombs on each other. Just stepping into the Vietnam Memorial in Washington DC, I was brought to tears, sobs actually. Each name is a person, a family, a loss of a child or a parent, and there are so many. How can we not pause to consider the cost?
Sent April 11, 2017
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