When Terror Strikes

Soldiers are not fair game. Not here. They aren't nameless, they aren't headlines, they aren't one in 200,000,000 people. They're yours. Your child. Your sister, brother, boyfriend, girlfriend...friend. They go home on weekends and dream of lazy days and careers and beers and beaches and mama's cooking, of their dogs and their dog eared books, of the rave they might go to or the class they might excel in... of freedom and the life yet to be lived. You can throw any of the political science books you want at me. They are not fair game.