I thought the reason we didn’t have any kids was because you were on the pill!
Fred Ascertains
A pretty touching story. War is Personal
When I first approach the casket, I thought it might be hard to recognize him, because we had not been told yet what killed him. We hadn’t learn yet that he had a wound in the temple of his head, so that he had a three-inch-wide hole in back of his head. But it was him. And seeing him laying flat in a casket, I thought, he’s not breathing and that he looks a little different, a little older. That his hair is a little bit longer. Wanting to reach him I was lifted off the stretcher and climb up to kiss him, to touch his head, his hands, his fingers, his shoulders, his legs, to see if they were still there. I lay on top of the casket, on top of my son, apologizing to him because I did nothing for him to avoid this moment. Nothing.
Unless they are just numbers and statistics to you.
I don’t think you get to be a general if you are a simpleton. The former Secretary of State does not appear to be a simplton either. The President of…oh… nevermind.