From my reading (and viewing of films such as Full Metal Jacket), troops in Vietnam referred to fatalities as being "wasted." That term leaped to mind when I read this post at Daily Kos (warning: graphic photo), and this eloquent eulogy to the fallen soldier in the comment thread:
That soldier probably died in about 300 seconds--300 seconds to see the horror of one's body mutilated and torn apart, 300 seconds to wish a kiss for loved ones, 300 seconds to fight desperately for life, only to lose, lose as the blood spilled and dripped, game over.
Then I think of this guy's mother--how joyous she was at the pregancy news, the pictures she saved of his first birthday, the bronzed baby booties, all the money, time and sweat educating him, training him, sustaining him.
All gone. All gone in 300 seconds in a foreign place, an ugly violent death, all for lies.
I've had similar thoughts to those expressed in the second paragraph. The soldiers, Marines, and other service members who die in Iraq had parents who loved, raised and cherished them. All so they could be sent off to be sacrificed on the altar of Bush's ambition.
One of the things that infuriates me about this war is that I was never convinced of its necessity. Devleopments after the war, at the very least, have proven beyond any doubt that the urgency simply did not exist.
Bad policy can affect lives and generate misery, but in general. Bush's bad policy cost lives, and is continuing to cost lives. Lives that are unique, precious, and irreplacable. Lives of people who have parents, perhaps spouses, perhaps children. Yes, soldiers die in war. That grim necessity is why full-scale war ought to be reserved only for cases of real necessity. In carelessly discarding that tradition, Bush has wasted hundreds of American -- and an untold number of Iraqi -- lives. Simply unforgivable.