Fourteen years ago today, war blossomed on the border of Georgia and Russia. The breadcrumbs are all too familiar, the military exercises brushing against the edge of a foreign country, the saber rattling, the bland fabricated excuse, and then the memory for so many of tanks on the main streets. Within five days, Georgia had lost 25% of its territory, some say more like 33%. What gives me pause is how this story is so invisible now, forgotten, not even a footnote. Bush was president then, and I frown every time I go to the airport here because that highway is named after him, the man who did nothing while innocent people were displaced, and soldiers died. The reward for posturing is paid with the blood of strangers.
This is gut wrenching. Yes, where were we then? I think you're absolutely right on about the paper tigers. Social media caters to the unquenchable thirst people seem to have for image projection. It doesn't translate into boots on the ground.
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Excellent, brutal, heartbreaking piece.
This is gut wrenching. Yes, where were we then? I think you're absolutely right on about the paper tigers. Social media caters to the unquenchable thirst people seem to have for image projection. It doesn't translate into boots on the ground.