Call me a pacifist activist deploring insanity of war, never a Fitbit moon-unit soldier of military industrial complex, this articulate baby boomer verily stupefied, openmouthed, dumbfounded at inane ill logic to send best and brightest, or even those boasting commend
able faculties of body, mind, and spirit (tracing a long jagged genealogical line harkening millenniums 'pon fighting for king crimson ransom (demarcating advent of civilization aggregating en mass), and subsequent dawn of internecine killing fields.