Afghanistan looks like our new Vietnam. Forty years ago we listened to solemn generals and wise advisers tell us that our survival depended on victory. Countless survivors of that war, here in the US and all over Southeast Asia bear the scars.
I’m feeling grief. I’m not a pacifist, but I don’t see how 30,000 soldiers can subdue a country, and I don’t see any power in Afghanistan that can keep the peace.
Terrorism is a tactic, the Taliban is as much religious as political, and fundamentalist religions are only strengthened by war.
Truly there were no good options in Afghanistan. But every person killed in war or by ‘collateral damage’ has family and community, and they won’t forget. It looks like the Big Muddy. I hope not.