This is yesterday’s post:
WAR, second day, the ground troop go in under cover of darkness where the advantage is theirs. It looks like the 1st Marine Expeditionary Unit and the British are heading for Basra while the Army’s Fifth Corp is heading to Baghdad.
I still can escape the question: What are we doing!! This all seems a bit surreal; I got up this morning and watch television while I ate breakfast and then went to work. It was raining lightly and traffic was predictably heavy, but I got to work on time and installed a new anti-virus program on my servers. I had Chunky Soup for lunch with a diet Coke, and a small bag of cookies for dessert. Of course I followed the war via NPR, CNN, MSNBC, The New York Times, and the BBC, but for the most part my life was the same, nothing has changed. The WAR is a world away and it feels like it. No sacrifice is really being asked of us; my spouse made that point last night; it all so very disturbing…
It’s almost as if the average American—unless they have family in the Gulf, in the thick of the shooting—have no stake in this WAR. We watch it unfold, but there is disconnect that is disconcerting. I feel as though I should be doing something, but what? Is chronicling my thoughts here doing something?
There are reports of demonstrators right down the street from here, I’ll go to the Chicago Tribune on-line and get the scoop. Oh good, it look like they have left the loop and headed to the lake front, I should be able to get home tonight before midnight! Not that I don’t sympathize with the protestors, especially since it is raining out, but I value my sleep….