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I am with you, Jim Wright! There is no excuse for leaving a fellow American behind, despite any political football being waged.

Yet... there is also no worthy excuse for him having been in Afghanistan in the first place. When we begin to recognize the actual truth of War, we might well see that we in the USA are no more valuable than those we go to war against, despite what they or we might or might not have done.

We have no right to bomb or shoot another for any reason whatsoever. We may imagine that we are defending ourselves from an "evil", those "others", who, by the way, believe that they too are defending themselves from an "evil", but in truth, we are merely buying into a lie we tell ourselves in order to sleep better and to support a machine that has no interest in our well being as a collective peoples.

When we go to war, the circle is no longer utilized for harmony. When we humans insist upon marching back and forth on only one segment of the circle, and only march to another segment to bomb and kill others as commanded and/or chosen, then the circle becomes a conveyor belt with sides and walls and borders that return us again and again to our fears and to the destruction of humanity and the circle we all walk around on.

When one segment breaks away, it is no longer a circle, and its "perfection" is broken again and again until it is no longer, and rightfully so, seen as a circle.

It is a vicious cycle that must be stopped in order for the balance of Peace and Love to be met upon the whole circle.

I do most honestly wish that the warriors return Home safe. I wish them all, both sides, well at all times, but, in order to break the cycle of War and destruction, we must end the madness of fear and might and implement the sanity that only Peace and Love, that only Humbleness and Kindness can assemble.

Bless you and yours, sir...

Peace & Love

© 2014 Mark Richard Prime

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