Not long after that, I helped found the charity known as Operation Give.
I have no regrets over any of that, except for the fact that a lot of that work led to a nervous and physical collapse into alcohol and exhaustion that it took me some time to recover from.
My stepdad, and more than one friend, served over there. I'm proud of them too, and humbled by their sacrifice. More than I can say.
On this day of final justice being delivered to the Butcher of Baghdad, I am reminded of this Flash video, which I posted more than once on Dean's World. I first posted it on February 17, 2003. Much to my dismay, the old Dean's World archives are still completely broken, but here was my original posting.
Since those old archives are frustratingly broken, I present it here again:
In the intervening years my attitude has not changed in any way I can think of, except that I'm much more jaded about the American political system. But I have not one drop of remorse over my support of the effort to finally, after more than a decade of keeping the Iraqi people in agony, to excise the cancer on the world that was Saddam Hussein.
Was the sacrifice worth it? I have no doubt at all about the answer. I'm just bitter over the fact that some American politicians have conveniently forgotten why they also supported that action.