Quiet Rememberance

The Eyes Wide Open display is in Copley Square today and tomorrow. One pair of boots for every soldier who has died in Iraq, plus shoes, slippers, and sandals to represent the thousands of Iraqis who have also perished.

The AFSC volunteers were setting it up this morning as I walked across the bricks in front of Trinity Church. They probably only had about 200 pairs of boots out so far, but even the sight of those made me shudder in anger. Tomorrow, I'll figure out a way to photograph it. It needs to be remembered.

What I try to determine, is what each person sacrificed his or her life for. This war was immoral. It was not protecting America from attack. It was an invasion of a sovereign nation which, although led by a horrible man, was not doing anything to us. So why did we invade? The only thing I can think of is Bush's need for vengeance because his dad didn't finish the job with Saddam.

Afghanistan, which was an attack that made sense, has been tossed to the side. Sure, it's still going on. And the Taliban is slowly creeping back in due to the lack of control by United Nations forces in many areas, but it's a valid attack that was not completed, and now has few soldiers to continue the fight and succeed wiping out as many Al Queda cells as possible

Was Iraq worth these 2,000+ American lives and counting? The unknown thousands of Iraqi lives? The new growth of insurgence and anti-American hatred that is spawning new cells of Al Queda sympathizers all over the globe?

Was it worth it?