The occasion was Brooke’s second wedding anniversary. Gurgling in the background was Tucker, her three-month-old son. The flowers were from her husband, who ordered them on the Internet from . . . Afghanistan.
When Tucker was born, his dad flew home from halfway around the planet, stayed five whole days, and then flew halfway around the planet again, back to one of the hellhole fourth-world countries.
Sad. Newlyweds who have spent about four months, total, together. A baby boy who doesn't have a dad to coo at him and make goofy faces and tickle his toes. And for what—for daddy to hang around until he comes home in a black plastic garbage bag?
So I have what I think are three perfectly reasonable questions.
What the FUCK have we been doing in Afghanistan since 2001?
What the FUCK have we been doing in Iraq since 2003?
When the FUCK is Mr. Obama going to put his foot down and say, “Enough!"?
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