Wednesday, March 19, 2003

Any minute now it will begin. Half a world away, soldiers, pilots, civilians have knots in their stomachs waiting for that first shot. I can't say I'd want to be in any of their shoes. Once, long ago, I'd thought of being a soldier. I probably would've made a good one. Some small part of me wishes I had, the rest of me is glad.


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