Let me leave you with this. Wars don’t start for one reason. They start for a perfect storm of bad reasons. You had fear (9/11), a lie (WMDs), a dream (democracy project), a resource (oil), and a villain (Saddam).
It was a cocktail where everyone decided to just mix everything in the liquor cabinet. The result was predictable: a hangover that lasted two decades. Lives were lost, trillions were spent, and the region is still a mess.
So the next time someone asks you why we went to Iraq? Just smile and say, “Pick a reason. They’re all in the file, and none of them are pretty.” Refill on that coffee?
