The average age of the occupant of a body bag from any recent war is still 19.

I thought it would be interesting to look at just a few things that 19 year old has and has not yet done before he or she ended up in that plastic body bag and another statistic for the pentagon's tote board.

At 19 that body has voted one time, and more than likely, not for the sitting president.

At 19 that body was still sitting in a high school desk 18 months earlier taking final exams.

At 19 is probably still a virgin, and never experienced the warmth and tenderness that physical love with another can be.

At 19 he or she was mature enough to take up arms for this country, but this country didn't think she or he was mature enough to make a desicion about alchohol. Therefore, that body has never legally bought a cold beer or mixed drink.

At 19 he or she has been driving but two and one half years and has never bought a new car.

At 19 she still has her power puff girls pajamas and bunny slippers.

At 19 he still pulls the funnies from the sunday paper when nobody is watching, and still secretly reads comic books.

At 19 she still gets teary eyed when she thinks about her first boyfreind.

At 19 he's still that same scared little boy from the first day of school, even if he does have. U.S..M.C. Tattooed on his arm.

I could go on and on with examples, but I think you get the point.

Ironic, isn't it?

Only in America, right?

This from the same country that killed starving Somalians by dropping thousand pound skids of food on top of them, literally. The same country still that dropped small airborne bombs from planes painted yellow, then didn't think anything about it at all when someone noticed the care packages they were dropping from planes in Afghanistan were similar in both shape and color as the bombs. The few packages that were opened by some curious Afghanis, contained peanut. Butter. A food scource never seen, nor heard of in the desert. The poor people thought we were sending them our shit to eat with crackers!

"My country 'tis of thee...",

Where oh where would we be,
Without the great minds of Washington, D.C.?

*sigh*

G'night D'land!