Three Hours President Obama recently stated that sending more troops into harm’s way in Afghanistan is a solemn decision—one that he would not rush. As a veteran, I find the decision to send troops into harm’s way without an effective military mental health program in place beyond solemn. It’s deeply disturbing. Keeping soldiers mentally fit should be as important as keeping them physically fit. Since the wars in Afghanistan and Iraq started, over 2,000 active-service...

“Bright Yellow Sun” Of my countrymen I dreamed, All of us looking At each other In different ways Beneath white clouds On a tiny blue planet Rotating around A bright yellow sun Me, my fellow Americans And all creatures: Laughing, crying Hurting? And Loving? We spin And the rotation Is felt From planet to planet And universe to universe Nothing can stop Our rotation From being touched By everything And nothing ever will We are all we have  

I dreamed of my countrymen All of us looking at each other in different ways On a tiny blue planet, under white clouds, rotating around a yellow sun Me, my fellow Americans and all creatures We laugh, we cry, we hurt, and we love The Earth Spins and the rotation is felt from planet to planet to Universe to Universe Nothing can stop our rotation from being touched by everything, and nothing ever will We are all we have

Cried recently, now confused, died happily?