Every time something bad has happened in Iraq the last nearly two years now, I tense up a little. In a community that has a very high military population, I knew it was only a matter of time before one of our local boys got killed over there, and we at our newspaper would have to cover it.
That day came yesterday, when a local Marine was among the 31 killed when a helicopter went down near the Jordanian border. He would've been 25 years old next week.
He's the 38th death in Oregon; one of more than 1,400 U.S. servicemen and women dead since we started "planting the flag of liberty."
Is it worth it, is it really worth it? I just don't know anymore. I'm just heartily sick of the whole damned mess.
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