This is the funniest, saddest and truest story I've read in a long time. Perhaps one of the reasons why peace historically follows war is that a whole generation is taught, once again, the value of neighbors and the joy of hearing children run over the ripening grass.
The only people who can fight a just war are those who have had bellyful of it. Who can look at the blood and carnage and still say, 'it had to be done in spite of this'; who can bury their sons and still say, 'I would do it again'.
For the only way the maimed will accept their hurts and the only way the bereaved can be consoled is if we can wipe away the dark and return laughter to the world. Nothing could be more obscene than to let these sacrifices, both of enemy and friend, to have simply been in vain.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
I saw a video of that strike, or one like it, on Fox News. Impressive. A long series of explosions along a ridge line. All of the bombs appeared to hit on or very near the military crest.
The B-52 crews have perfected the art of precision bombing with dumb bombs, and from high altitude, at that. They looked like they were above 20,000 feet.