Something important happened to you right after you were born. You don't remember it, but your parents do. You got a birth certificate. That is such a simple act -- like flicking a switch and having a light come on -- that we forget how complex it is.
Considering all the above, it is time to rally the troops. I want to again declare war. However, I don't want to declare war across the ocean in a foreign land. I don't want to send our children and grandchildren back to Iraq. I want to declare war on our soil.
But before we let these haunting pictures of children's suffering create a sense of hopelessness, we should recall the wonderful things that the world has made possible for children over the last year.
I remember him every time a street person asks for money, when a guy holds up a cardboard sign saying something like "Viet Nam vet. Will work for food," when news stories cover soldiers returned from Iraq.
Obama stands to reprise not the courage of Harry Truman, but rather the failure of Lyndon Johnson, whose bold and ambitious 1964-65 Great Society anti-poverty and civil rights programs were buried in the quagmire of Vietnam.
I wanted my kids to watch a few examples of what the news was like when I was their age so I put on the clip of Cronkite's coverage of the Kennedy assassination. "Wow", my son said. "That was so quiet and so powerful."