In October of 2003, the United States committed one of the greatest foreign policy blunders in it's history. With the invasion of Iraq, our nation has managed to lose all of the support that the rest of the world had given us after the attacks on 9/11. It was an immoral, unethical, illegal, and embarrassingly poorly planned attack. I'm not proud to be a part of that, I'm just not.

I'm sure that I'm not the only one here who cringes just a touch every time a person "thanks" us for their "freedom." I'm surely not the only one who wants to scream with every hand that they shake at welcome home events. And then, when they have the gall to ask us how the war is going, I can't be the only one who struggles not to scream that the war is wrong and that innocents are dying. I know I'm not alone on that.

But I am a veteran. I'm a veteran of a foreign war, and right or wrong, that means that people see my opinion on certain things as more valuable then it might otherwise have been. I am a veteran who participated in a war he felt was wrong, and I'm a veteran who knows that the war he fought in must end.

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