I sit here on my couch listening to the roars of jets above. Yesterday while at work I saw them zipping by. Until 6 years ago I looked up in awe. To be able to fly, move that fast is only a dream. That others get to live it is beautiful.

Or at least was.

Now I am torn. Now when I see the jets I think that mothers in Iraq fear the sound. That children in Afghanistan play under these jets. And protection is not why they fly. Destruction is their only vocation.

Perhaps there is protection in destruction, but I can't see that today. The women trapped under the Taliban did ask for help but not in the form of bombs. And certainly not so that in 5 years for their daughters to be just as trapped.

I still think the jets flying in formation are beautiful. But I also see thru the commercial.

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