I know you thought you were going to fight for truth and justice and fair and equal representation. But right now it's looking like things are more jacked-up than when you and your comrades showed up.
I don't think too many of you stayed where you were at just to take potshots at the unarmed, in any sense of the word. I hope none of you signed up for that, and if any of you did, I hope you learned the ideals about fighting for those who can't fight for themselves from your comrades.
War's an ugly business any way you slice it. I've heard enough about it to know that. I'm sorry anyone has to deal with it. I'd mourn you if you'd died in a clean clear-cut battle of right vs. wrong. I mourn you who have died in this underfunded overcommitted ill-thought-out morass. 2008 doesn't look as far away as it used to anymore, but it's too far away for you.
I don't wear a yellow ribbon, and my one friend who is in the Army hasn't talked with me for at least two years. And it's not something I think about much. But I owe the existence of this country to those who were willing to die like you did, and the continuity of an elected (no matter how contested) government to your brothers and sisters in arms who fought in wars previous.
I don't think you died for a good and noble cause this time. And that's what pisses me off the most. I think you were lied to. I think I was lied to. I don't think you had to die, and that's what really hurts.
And gods rest you.