They’re ALL somebody’s children

The war in Iraq is horrific. I am not a fan of war, period, and I don't know anyone who is. The people that fight -- on all sides -- all of them are somebody's children.

I feel some sense of justice knowing that the very man who guided us into this morass has faced the consequences of his decision. And in doing so, hopefully now knows deep sorrow. (And perhaps some intense insomnia to go with it.)