Mr J. Scott Smith writes, "Perhaps, being a new father, I am overly sensitive to such things, but today the image I saw on my computer screen brought me to tears."
The picture of an anonymous father and child lying dead in each others arms in the streets of Fallujah left Mr Scott wretched at the mindless waste, cruelty and brutality of a war that is essentially groundless.
Mr Scott's article in turn left me tearful.
When is a war not groundless? Essentially?
I have no children of my own; but I am a daughter. I am a wife. A sister. I want to become a mother one day. How could I, in all consciousness, ever send my son or daughter into battle?
How does a nation convince its mothers and fathers to send their children to war? To their own deaths?
How does this happen? What kind of psychosis is hot wired into humanity, that we are capable of this?
Why does this fatal lack of imagination occur: the inability to put ourselves in another's place?
If Mr Bush were made to somehow physically experience the fear and bowl loosening terror of war, of huddling in the basement with his wife and daughters while exploding shells thundered above his head and phosphorus rained down - would this war have happened?
How does killing another's child, husband, wife or brother bring about democracy? How do you create peace with violence?
Would you take the life of your own child? Your mother? Your father? A brother or sister?