Twenty years old, he was. Not even old enough to drink. When I arrived at his house for the interview he took off his shirt almost immediately — not for anything sexual, but to show me the still-shiny tattoo he’d just got the day before: a pair of hands clasped in prayer and holding three sets of dogtags inscribed with the names of good friends of his who died over there.
He’ll probably have to return to the tattoo parlor at some point, to add more dogtags to the picture on his chest. I’m sure you’ve heard by now that the President plans to not only keep troops in Iraq, but add several thousand more; a “surge.”
Criticizing Bush for the fact that our