May I share my reflections on the 5-year "anniversary" of our involvement in Iraq without the usual pep talk or rancor.
I don't recall the source but I remember reading that it takes about 100 years to pay off a war and leave it behind us. When this country observed the Civil War Centennial, the last war veteran had passed away, horrific battlefields were tranquil parks, stone memorials showed weathering, and a vestige of that terrible time, segregation and civil rights, was becoming a resolved issue.
I have heard it said that logic cannot be applied to an illogical situation. However history explains it, war remains an illogical situation. Any issue that requires the taking of human life to be resolved is not a proud moment; rather, it is a tragic commentary that someone at some time failed to do what is right.
We can (and should) honor our war dead; we can memorialize them; we can express anguished regret; we can celebrate their lives, but they are dead nonetheless. Like the Civil War, bereaved loved ones and friends can ask "why?" and not get an answer.
Since 9/11, I catch myself occassionally wishing this mess were over and our lives can return to normal. Then I slap myself and face reality: Normal is a thing of the past; there is no normal, even if the war ended today. War has changed my world and those who come after me into something different.
I like to think that I am well informed. I read, I watch the news, I learn from very intelligent people discussing Iraq, yet, the "why?" of it all somehow doesn't get answered.
By the time my daughter's great-great grandchildren observe the centennial of this war, I won't be here. Just as well, I don't think I can explain this war in logical terms anymore than history books.