It is the day before my 25th birthday and I can't help but cry. This time, it's not because I think I am getting too old. This time, it's not because I am having a pity party for myself.
This time, it is because I don't think I will make it home for a long time. For the very first time in almost a quarter of a century, I am crying while watching the news. I am crying for my country, my family, the world as I knew it.
Would we have these threats if hadn't attacked Iraq under false pretenses? I don't feel safer because of security. A few weeks ago, I was talking with a friend about how traveling both internationally and locally would be almost impossible in a few years. I didn't realize how true that was.
I am crying because there are now people who will probably never, ever get to travel outside of their hometown. I have the sinking feeling that it is going to get worse before it is going to get better. I legitimately believe that we are going to face inflation of unimagined proportions and an economy comparable to that of World War II.
Why the fuck are we still at war? Has anything changed since 2001, besides an escalated number of terrorist attacks, deaths over oil, and civilian abuse at the hands of Americans? Would things be different if the 2004 election went to Kerry?
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