Terrorism - Where is the Glory of War? :: Argumentative Persuasive Topics

Where is the Glory of War? I cannot find the glory in the war against terrorism. I remember when I picked up the newspaper last year and saw America Strikes Back blazed boastfully across it in letters 10 inches tall--my heart sank. Weve answered one terrorist act with another, raining final stage on the most war-scarred, terrified populace that ever crept to a doorway and looked out. The small plastic boxes of food we also dropped argon a travesty. It is reported that these are untouched, of course--Afghanis have spent their lives learning terror of anything hurled at them from the sky. Meanwhile, the genuine food aid on which so many depended for survival has been halted by the war. Weve killed whoever was too distressing or crippled to flee, plus four humanitarian aid workers who coordinated the removal of land mines from the beleaguered Afghan soil. That office is now rubble, and so is my heart. I am going to have to keep pleading against this madness. Ill get scolded for it , I know. Ive already been called every name in the Rush Limbaugh handbook traitor, sinner, naive, liberal, peacenik, whiner. Im told I am on the hook(predicate) because I might get in the way of this holy project weve undertaken to keep dropping heavy objects from the sky until weve wiped out every last somebody who could potentially hate us. Some people are praying for my immortal soul, and some have offered to buy me a one-way ticket out of the country, to anywhere. I exact these gifts with a gratitude equal in measure to the spirit of generosity in which they were offered. People threaten vaguely, She wouldnt olfaction this way if her child had died in the war (I feel this way precisely because I can imagine that horror.) More subtle adversaries simply say I am r I fight that, I fight it as if Im drowning. When I get to feeling I am an army of one standing out on the plain waving my piteous little flag of hope, I call up a friend or two. We remind ourselves in plain English that the last time we got to cull somebody, the majority of us, by a straight popular-vote count, did not ask for the guy who is currently telling us we will win this war and not be misunderestimated. We arent standing apart from the crowd, we are the crowd.