One, two, three, what are we fightin' for?

Country Joe McDonald at Woodstock 1969

What are we fighting for? We've been here before and we so soon forget. In 1961 a rich kid president with no son to sacrifice blustered this country to the brink of nuclear war and settled for opening the gates to Vietnam hell. Of course the next two Commanders In Chief had no sons to sacrifice so they served up more war for your sons and daughters. We learned what we needed to know by 1975 and by 1983 we were blustered back to nuclear brinkmanship aboard the SS Bed Time For Bonzo.
But there was no were to war to so we waited.

The wait ended when George W. Bush was safe and sound from military duty and his daddy sent your kids to the middle east to flex US muscle.  By 2003 Vietnam was history and the lessons were forgot. Iraq, Bush The Younger, tool to President Cheney, said is not another Vietnam. We disagreed. He was right. Iraq is different. It's a worse nightmare.

 The horror will not end. And here we are, right back to where we've always been. The next generation of sabre rattlers is ready to send the next generation of American's somewhere, anywhere, to die to prove once again, we never ever learn, and we never ever have a president who has sons or daughters in harms way.