Yes, good and evil are on the table like salt and pepper shakers.
It’s easy to reach for the wrong one.
I’m the wife of a U.S. military veteran and the mother of children who have been encouraged by those in our family and community to become fighters “like Daddy.”
My father was a sailor in the first group of ships to land in Hiroshima after the atomic bombs were dropped in WWII.
Each of those future billion-dollar behemoths could menace the world with the equivalent of 5,824 Hiroshimas.
I dreamed Peggy invited me to go to Japan with her. That’s all I remember, her asking me. I don’t know how I responded.
With another Memorial Day upon us, I again find myself pondering its magnitude, which invariably brings me back to 2016, when President Obama met Japanese Prime Minister Shinzo Abe at the Hiroshima Peace Memorial on May 27.
The United States needs to rise to its full moral and spiritual height and lead the world to sanity and survival.