Anniversary

Both my parents are gone. On this, the anniversary of my fathers death, I measure my separation by the war in Irag. He died the day the Iragi conflict started. Good thing too or what has happened since would have definately done him in. He was a man of unshakable principles, willing to suffer for them, he did not walk the common road and yet he would have been the first to tell you how common he was. His legacy was fleeting, as is all of ours, as is every young man and woman who have given their lives in a conflict that should never have been waged.In the early days a small percentage of the American population believed what a larger percentage now knows, that invading Irag was a mistake. If my father was young, I am sure he would have stood in protest as he did in previous wars, not just to the specifics of the conflict, but to the irrationality and in-humanity of war itself. There was no doubt that having the parents I had, has formed the person I am. My morality and humanism stems not from dogma, but from the understanding that all men deserve the respect and care that we reserve for ourselves. That one of our biggest flaws is that we often do not believe we deserve it and therefor no-one else should have it either. In my parents name, I feel it is imperative to spread the natural law, there is only one, and we are all a part of it, no matter what our race, creed, beliefs. Perhaps the mistake is that we do treat others as we would have them treat us because we believe we are flawed and are separate. Just as my father died at the birth of a war, so war must die to birth a new world.