It has been six years since the war in Iraq started.
Six Years.
Perhaps I am going against the grain. I know that the five year anniversary usually warrants more attention than either the fourth or sixth, but I need to take a moment to reflect. While I am sure others will say this and have said this - whatever this is -more eloquently, here is inarticulate and very primitive thoughts on the past six years.
A quick google search yields that in that time:
4259 US soldiers have been killed
318 Coalition Troops have been killed
139 Journalist have been killed
1264 Contractors have been killed
and an estimated
1,320,110 Iraqis have been killed
These are just numbers
Incomprehensible numbers
With each one being a father or mother or daughter or son or sister or brother or friend
A person
Each one leaving a father or mother or daughter or son or sister or brother or friend
So the numbers grow
And then there are those who are wounded
And those who witness
The numbers grow
When I was thinking about what I would write, I was thinking vaguely of going off on where I was six years and where I think I will be in six years.
And then as I started to write and I saw my problem
This isn't about me
Remembering that the numbers are a representative
And an obscure one at that
Of all that has been lost
And that we can still dream and hope
For peace
And for the numbers to stop growing
Thursday, March 19, 2009
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