Recently, something has changed in me.
I used to be able to sit and watch the TV news and take the deaths of soldiers, marines and airmen in my stride. I used to hear about young people being killed in car accidents or shootings and stabbings and not bat an eyelid.
Lately, though...I can't do it. It HURTS. There's this weight in my chest - I think that I now know what poets meant when they claimed that their hearts were heavy, because that's how I feel. My heart IS heavy. It's heavy with sorrow. Sorrow that so many young lives have been lost to the cause of freedom for a people that may or may not want it. I think that in 10 years time, we will be looking back at this war and we will be saying things about it that our parents said about Vietnam....in fact, some of us are already saying it. We're wondering how many more lives will be lost, how much further into human debt we're going to go before our leaders say 'enough' and America steps out of the equation.
I think that it's working at the hospice that had brought about this change. I see the cyclical nature of life, I see people who have lived some life leaving and new little people coming and there's a rationality to it. This, though....well, I cannot make any kind of rationality out of it. They haven't had any time to do anything with their lives. They haven't had time to LIVE, yet they're sacrificing themselves for someone elses freedom, or someone else's honor...or even someone else's drugs or money, and sometimes they're even doing it so that someone else can live.
My heart is heavy, and I'm having to turn off the TV and the news. I can't watch it and not cry.