Bad News

The thing about losing someone as a result of war is that you never view any war the same ever again. It might have taken 30 years for my brother to die, but everyone who knew him knows what killed him. My husband is an action/adventure movie fan and it used to be the war movies he watched never bothered me. The thing is, I haven't been able to watch a movie about war since January 2001 when I found out Steve had died. Although my husband also loved my brother, I know he sometimes cannot understand my reaction to war or anything war related.
My head tells me there are certain wars that have to be fought, but Iraq was not one of them. As we were sitting down to dinner yesterday, a military recruitment ad came on the television. It was one of those ads where the kids is trying to convince his parent that the Army would be a good move for his future. "Log onto to *** and we'll give you the information you need."
I couldn't help but go into a tirade: "And we'll send them home to you in a body bag, if not immediately, then we'll make sure their lives are screwed up forever." I asked my husband, "What parent in their right mind would send their kid into the military right now?
He didn't have an answer for me. I know that like my parents, who thought they were doing the best thing for Steve, giving him an opportunity for training and possibly an education, there are no good answers.