I cannot forget our wars. As much as I dream my nights so wonderfully, I still have nightmares in the morning. I walk the floorboards and I imagine the families that have to endure our unrelenting aggression. Then I listen to the media banter of the when, where, why, and how of nothing more than their fear of dead air. So many agendas that a child, so terrified by the noise and carnage can neither comprehend nor care about the cause.
Brazillia R. Kreep