I’m at DFW, waiting for the plane ride home after a day-long workshop in Irving, Texas. Just passed through something I’ve never seen before: an entire section of the terminal filled with soldiers shipping out to Iraq. Desert camo as far as the eye could see. Hundreds of them, sitting and lying on the carpet while waiting to leave. There was barely space for a path for civilians to pass through. A few had family with them. One guy sitting with a baby on his knee. Everyone quiet. Most in their 20s with a whole life ahead of them. Maybe.
The woman at the ticket counter says it’s like this every day. Hundreds of men in camouflage, unnaturally quiet, filling every seat and every patch of floor.
Damn this unnecessary war.
Damn the lying chimp who started it.