I had to walk out of the lunchroom yesterday at work. The armchair generals were in full force. I bit my tongue and held my peace why they bitched and moaned about how we should've levelled Iraq, Iran, Turkey and Russia back in '91, and how we should do that now. But I couldn't bear it anymore when they started talking about a supposed $14,000 bounty that had been put out for dead Americans. That was more than I could stand. I - politely as I could - asked them to change the subject, but they refused and started accusing me of not wanting to listen to the truth. I explained that those dead Americans they were talking about were my husband (estranged though he may be), his friends, my friends, and the husbands and wives of friends of mine. At this point in my life I don't want to have nightmares about Somalia. They still didn't get it, so I had to leave. And of course, I had nightmares last night about bodies being dragged through the streets. I'll never be able to explain how much I hate this.
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Date: 2003-03-22 06:16 am (UTC)