the masculine pronoun is used for consistency and is meant to include women soldiers
When Dylan first asked “When will we ever learn,” I thought we would. I believed Kennedy when he told me I could make a difference. And I saw Martin Luther King's dream. Now, I weep and rant because these hopes are dead and we've been bullied into another war for peace.
The deaths are not even the worst these are at least final losses. More cruel are the partials. Partial life. Partial death. Tangled minds. Suffocated hearts. Ripped, torn and mangled bodies. Nightmare experiences that drill deep into the core. Stalked by fear, never to walk free again. The tender young man, sober before war, will never be again. The killer who must learn to trust himself with a newborn. And the soldier's children, certain they caused Daddy to be this angry stranger. Bright lives darkened by the smoke of killing, the stink of death and, worst of all, the horror of what we are each capable.