So again, I haven't been on Xanga for a long time. I'll totally skip the self apology and go straight to the part where I talk about today's topic. War. I hate war. It's GAY. You know what else is gay? What war does to a person. I just read three accounts of the war from three women who are in their mid-20s now. They have post-traumatic syndrome and depression and they're jumpy, paranoid, and forever PMSing. Um, excuse me, but why the hell would you sign up for a retarded thing like that in the first place? It's the same thing I ask my brother all the time. After a while he gets really sick of hearing me ask, but I have to. I mean, he called me when I was about 12 and asked me my opinion on him enlisting. My opinion had mattered to him. No I adamantly said "NO!" But apparently it didn't matter enough -- after not hearing from him for a year, I find out he just graduated from military school. "SHUT UP!" I screamed. When he and my other brother came to visit, I was so pissed at the kid. It wore off, because I was just happy to see him. But it always remains with me -- the "OMG I HATE YOU; WHY'D YOU ENLIST?" feeling. Now when my brother returns in a year and a half, he'll never be the same happy person. He'll be all jumpy, guns-and-fighting, hateful and he just won't be the same brother who I knew before he graduated high school. So even if he doesn't die in the war, I'll still lose him. | 
