About a month ago we celebrated the mother of all bombs that flattened what amounted to a small village in Afghanistan. We were told that it killed ONLY 90 terrorists, assuming the vast area it affected was inhabited only by the killed terrorists. Not a single civilian was killed, we were told.
The pilot and his crew are our heroes.
Somewhere there's an Afghan from that flattened area. Even if he doesn't subscribe to ISIS/Taliban ideology, he can't be too happy.
Most people in his position would feel that they have a score to settle. And when he has the opportunity, we don't make the connection.
He's a terrorist, but we have our heroes.
Sometimes I feel like crying, not for the dead (that won't help them), but for the rest of us still alive.