I could not believe the BBC head line on the radio the other day. It said “Good news, just nineteen American lives lost in Iraq this month”. I wonder how you would feel if one of those lives was your husband, son, brother or father.
They also mentioned that about five hundred Iraqi citizens were killed last month, but the 500 seemed to be less important that the 19.
Anyhow that is all, cheers.
Recently a Lithuanian soldier was killed in Afghanistan and suddenly it became so personal. When you hear the numbers in tens and hundreds, it’s just statistics, but when a single countryman dies, it’s a tragedy.