Where do you start? With the planning that left out the whole thing about Iran shooting back? With the use of an insecure curtained-off ballroom in Mar a Lago as the Iran war room? With the White House turning a real shooting war that is killing hundreds of Iranians each day into a macho meme campaign that features clips from video games mixed with real-world strikes on targets in Iran? With Russia providing targeting information to the Iranian military, and that causing our Treasury Secretary to relax sanctions on Russian oil because…well, we haven’t been told why, but gas prices headed ever skyward might have something to do with it.
You can’t keep up with the madness, because there is so much of it. The House and the Senate rejected a war powers resolution that would have ended military action in Iran and required Trump to get congressional approval before proceeding with his war. Republicans said Trump was justified in unilaterally attacking Iran because of the “imminent threat” posed by Iran. When Democrats pointed out that the word “imminent” does not appear even once in the notification and justification the White House provided Congress for the war, Republicans turned to something new…or is it old?...a charge that “Iran has waged a 47-year war against the United States,” so Trump was justified in attacking Iran because it has been our enemy for so long.
Who knew we have been at war with Iran for so long? This is the first we’ve heard of this 47-year war. Should it matter that Republicans can’t agree on why Trump must have the power to take this country to war on a whim, immediately after he walked out of a party in Mar a Lago? The White House itself can’t come up with a coherent reason for the war. Is it about regime change? “Imminent” nuclear weapons? Eliminating Iran’s ability to fund proxies that can strike U.S. “interests” in the Middle East? Eliminating or damaging Iran’s ballistic missile program?
See what I mean? When they’re caught out for contradicting themselves, for lying, for exaggerating, for denying that the war Trump and Hegseth talk about every day as, in fact, a “war,” they just keep babbling more nonsense, secure in the idea that if Donald Trump wants a war on Iran that it must be right.
Meanwhile, Trump has so far refused to interrupt his weekly flights on Air Force One to Palm Beach, where he spends time at Mar a Lago and goes golfing with his pals. The fact that there is an all-out war being fought against Iran – not because the Congress ordered the nation to war, or because anyone else thought bombing Iran was a good idea – but solely at his behest seems not to matter to him, or to anyone else in the Republican Party for that matter.
But now comes the piper insisting on being paid. Trade in oil has been severely interrupted, sending gas prices up everywhere, including the U.S., where the price of regular gas has increased fifty cents a gallon in a week. The price of diesel fuel has gone up even more, making the cost of shipping goods more expensive, and this on top of Trump’s insane tariffs that had already pushed the price of imported goods higher and then higher again, the ones everyone buys at Walmart and the corner store, forced small businesses to go out of business, including restaurants and family-owned firms distributing imported goods. And now we are told that this war that Donald Trump started just over a week ago has cost the United States one billion of our tax dollars each day.
Coming as I do from a military family, I must insist that we treat all this as background noise, because the United States is at war, and that has already caused soldiers to be killed and means that soldiers will likely continue to be killed, with Trump beginning to make noises about committing troops to combat on the ground in Iran.
I realized over the last couple of days that too much of what I have written about this war has been like what I have written above about Trump and the Congress and the justifications for the war and its effect on prices and all the rest. It is automatic to treat this war as if it is a gigantic and complex series of decisions and effects: if we attack this, how will Iran respond? If we use these munitions, what will that mean? Will we run out of those bombs before we can accomplish this goal? And what are the goals of this war, anyway?
The reality of this war and every war for that matter is death. We are told that more than 1,300 Iranians have been killed. The total killed on “our” side is much less. The CENTCOM “Live Tracker” of casualties as of this morning shows that missile and drone strikes by Iran have killed one person in Bahrain, three in the United Arab Emirates, one in Oman, six in Kuwait, 11 in Israel, with injuries around the region in the hundreds. CENTCOM also lists the six American soldiers who have been killed so far.
This is what those cold statistics mean: Most of those people were living and breathing and sitting down to eat dinner with their families one week ago. They tucked their children in bed, or they wrote emails home, or they chatted with their friends on the phone and at work.
And then they didn’t, because this war started by Donald Trump killed them. This is what happens when someone is killed: A death in this war takes a son or a daughter from a mother and father; a husband from a wife, or a wife from a husband; a father or a mother from their children; a brother or a sister from their siblings; a friend from his or her friends.
When a life ends, possibilities end with it. This war has taken from the world the contributions the dead may have made to their families, to their communities, to their countries. The contributions of the people who have been killed need not have been the invention of a new technology or the cure for a disease or a solution to a shortage of food or water. All they might have done was to make others happy, their friends or their families or their children or the people they work with.
But now that has been taken from them, and from us. It is the most profound loss there can be, because their deaths did not occur naturally as part of the wrinkling of time. Their deaths did not have to happen. They died because of the decisions of one man.
The man who sent the nation’s military to war has no idea what the consequences are. Last week, speaking of the soldiers who were killed in a drone strike in Kuwait, Trump told NBC News, “We have three, but we expect casualties, but in the end it’s going to be a great deal for the world. And sadly, there will likely be more before it ends. That’s the way it is. Likely be more.”
A great deal for the world.
Trump attended the ceremony at Dover Air Force Base when the bodies of the six American service members were returned to U.S. soil. He wore one of his baseball-style caps, a white one with the letters USA on the front, at the ceremony. The same cap is for sale as a souvenir on his website where he sells other gimcrackery with his name and image and MAGA emblazoned on them. After the Dover ceremony, Trump and his Secretary of War and his other guests got on Air Force One and flew to his hotel/residence/club, Mar a Lago, in Palm Beach, Florida.
I have written before about my grandfather, General Lucian K. Truscott Jr., and the remarks he made on Memorial Day in 1945 at the dedication of the American Cemetery in Nettuno, Italy. I grew up as the son of an army officer and the grandson of two army officers. I can remember attending Memorial Day ceremonies at army posts in Georgia and Kansas and Pennsylvania and Kentucky and at West Point. I can remember my father stepping out on the balcony of our apartment in Oberammergau, Germany, on Memorial Day in 1956 and 1957 and 1958 to blow the trumpet he was given in the Boy Scouts at Fort Myer, Virginia, the mournful tones of Taps sounding across the army post grandpa had seized from the German army when he was military governor of Bavaria in 1945.
And I remember what my father told me about the night before he left on his assignment to the war in Korea when he asked grandpa what it was like to command troops in combat. Dad said they were standing along a wooden fence behind the farmhouse grandpa and grandma bought in Virginia after the war. He said grandpa listened to his question, and then he just broke down crying, sobbing so hard he had to lean against the fence to remain standing. Dad said all grandpa managed to say was, “The bodies, son, all those bodies, those bodies, all those bodies.” He said it was the only time he ever saw his father cry in his life, and he said they never again talked about war.
There is no official record of grandpa’s remarks at Nettuno in 1945, but Bill Mauldin, the cartoonist for Stars and Stripes, who was part of grandpa’s army in Italy during the war, wrote this in his memoir, “The Brass Ring,” in 1971:
“There were about twenty thousand American graves. Families hadn’t started digging up the bodies and bringing them home.”
“Before the stand were spectator benches, with a number of camp chairs down front for VIPs, including several members of the Senate Armed Services Committee. When Truscott spoke he turned away from the visitors and addressed himself to the corpses he had commanded here. It was the most moving gesture I ever saw. It came from a hard-boiled old man who was incapable of planned dramatics.”
“The general’s remarks were brief and extemporaneous. He apologized to the dead men for their presence here. He said everybody tells leaders it is not their fault that men get killed in war, but that every leader knows in his heart this is not altogether true.
“He said he hoped anybody here through any mistake of his would forgive him, but he realized that was asking a hell of a lot under the circumstances. He would not speak about the glorious dead because he didn’t see much glory in getting killed if you were in your late teens or early twenties. He promised that if in the future he ran into anybody, especially old men, who thought death in battle was glorious, he would straighten them out. He said he thought that was the least he could do.”
That “hard-boiled old man” Mauldin describes was 50 years old. Bill Mauldin was 23. Neither of them could have foreseen the day that the President of the United States would attempt to popularize his war with video game meme images.
I will be 79 years old next month, and I do not consider myself either old or hardboiled, but I come from an army family, and I can assure you that after this war, as it has been true after every war, the dead will speak louder than any of the noise we hear from the man who ordered them into a war nobody wanted and that neither they, nor the world deserved.




