http://www.post-gazette.com/pg/06272/726006-153.stm"Sometimes I marvel at my good fortune. I'm just glad it isn't me who has to be turned over in the middle of the night because of bed sores or fitted for a prosthetic limb after stepping on an IED on the road to Samara. It isn't me who has to curse the darkness after shrapnel has lacerated my optic nerves. It isn't me who has to worry about feeling my toes or suffer the agonizing paralysis migrating from my spine and into my soul. "....
"Let someone else experience the glories of war. I don't mind cheering. I believe in this war enough to send someone else's kid, but not mine. Let someone else's baby do the fighting for everything we all supposedly believe in. It's not that I don't believe in sacrifice, but I think it ought to be based on whether the kid has potential in other areas."
the article is a sarcastic piece by a great local columnist....
If you liked it...make sure you let him know....
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