While I've had a difficult time communicating my feelings on Syria, I have no qualms about how I feel about war and conflict.
I'm young in the scheme of American history. I've been alive for Desert Storm and the War on Terror. That's it.
… And that's enough.
That's enough for me to know that somewhere between FDR and the threat of conflict in Syria we've become a nation of war hungry crusaders. Some war hungry, some just crusaders, some both.
We've missed the forest for the trees in that we turned our hatred towards weapons of war instead of the war itself. We must channel our hatred of chemical weapons and weapons of mass destruction into a hatred for conflict.
War is not just another trick in the American bag to use when we wish to display our displeasure at a moral wrong. It is a deadly trick, both of those who unleash it and to those on whom it is unleashed. It should only be used when a compelling and justified case is presented.
I say all of these things not to admonish America to turn its back on the Syrian people, but implore them to turn towards a hatred of conflict and ask themselves how supportive of a conflict they would be if their son, daughter, boyfriend, girlfriend, husband, wife, mother or father were deployed, drafted or enlisted.
Ask yourself how many cruise missiles does it take to unseated dictator?
Ask yourself what happens when cruise missiles aren't enough?
When you think about what the next best step is in a volatile world with unanswered questions the next step we should take becomes more clear. Stand still.