War Is Not The Answer. Duh.

So Thursday night, Megan and I were listening to some absolutely outstanding music at the Ryman. It was just about perfect, except for the moment of pandering to the audience. A musician told a story about meeting "a young man in uniform" going to his 4th tour of duty and asking him, "Why are you over there?" And the soldier said, "I'm fighting to protect your freedom."

Even ignoring the fact that this is utter and complete nonsense, since that war has absolutely zero to do with us or our freedoms, what was extra mind-boggling was that it seemed to both of them (and to quite a few of the folks in attendance" a perfectly justifiable and reasonable answer. Sometimes, I gotta tell ya, I feel pretty lost.