Too Many

Daily we hear of death, and sorrow, this war we are in, does not need to see another tomorrow. How do we get our troops out of there, is Washington even trying, or do they even care? A game of chance it has been called, walking into towns as they look for thugs, betrayed by people they help, and trust. Too long now, too many killed or injured, too many far away from home, too many not being home for their first child's birth, too many will never play ball with their children, too many problems have been caused by this war. Now tell me, whose fault.