I posted this poem in a response below, but thought I'd include it here, as well, as it touches on much of the debate that we've enjoyed (or not) the last few days at this blog.
Prayer of a troubled soldier...
In a perfect world, I would be a pacifist, too,
with smiles and hugs, kisses and kind words.
But this world is so far from thy blessed heaven.
In a perfect world, I wouldn't have to kill the poor bastards trying to kill us,
blast their cars to jagged, blackened shards
blow up buildings
and whoever the hell is inside them.
In a perfect world, children wouldn't have
their parents incinerated in front of their eyes or
their stillnew arms torn off
by their bullets and bombs
or my bullets and bombs...
it's really hard to say which,
'cause this is not a perfect world, Lord.
And so I pray:
Thy kingdom come, thy will be done...somewhere.
In a perfect world.