This is going to a very personal entry, which I may actually cry during. But at this very moment I am on a train traveling from Pittsburgh to DC. There is a man about my age entertaining a couple of old ladies. He is a soldier recently returned from Afghanistan and Saudi Arabia. One of these crazy old bats asked, “if it was like the news told us it was.” My fine little patriot responded “oh no, the news talks about woman and children being killed, but what they don’t tell you is an eight year old girl and a soldier have something in common: they can both pull a trigger.”
*Gasp* I am freaking, I refuse to look them in the eye. Enter the quieter old lady. “They’d just as shoot you as look at you.” All of them seem to agree on this observation. I actually think I am going to vomit. Now that they have all proved their masculinity (so so odd) and patriotism, soldier boy is trying to impress these grandmother figures with his exploits from around the world: drinking, partying, and traveling. The conversation has turned mundane and he is impressing all of them with his stories about jumping out of airplanes.
It is too late for me to really challenge the guy on the notion that murdering a child is acceptable. I truly wonder if the ladies agree with him, or are they just entertaining is naïve patriotic enthusiasm. I am sure it would not have mattered if I would have challenged him on his comment,