February 2006
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Rally Cry
The sign in her hand read “stop the war.” Or maybe “end the war.” Or maybe “go to war.” I didn’t care so much.
It was the fiery passion in her eyes that drew me toward her cause. Not her voice that was drowned out by the chanting of the crowd. Not her figure that was covered by her parka that shielded her from the biting wind. Just her eyes.
I joined the rally, unaware of the agenda or...