Memorable for the wrong reasons

My dad spent his service time during WWII as an officer training raw recruits somewhere in the South, as well as a couple of years on the island of Hawaii, having "won" the lottery of where they shipped you in the Pacific. My mother's youngest brother fought in North Africa, Italy and France. Neither of them had any use for the Vietnam conflict, although my other uncle, who ran a hospital in Puerto Rico and saw no combat was a right-leaning hawk. (Repeating pattern there...) My youngest uncle never talked about his fighting experiences. There was no glory in them. It was the ones who never had to shoot at somebody who glorified the war, and continue to do so. "War was good for business," said my dad, with weary irony.
So the Iraq occupation has been very, very good for certain people's businesses. Not so great for the foot soldiers who have to carry out the charade, but they have bought into it as deeply as Shrub/Cheney et al.
It's incredible to me that so many of them still think their dead kids were protecting anything other than egos and profits.