As much as I hate to admit it, tears come to my eyes when I read about our boys being killed in the wars in the middle east (or anywhere else for that matter). I have not hugged any vets today, because I haven't come across any. (No one has hugged me, either
).
It really doesn't matter, as far as I'm concerned, whether you believe a war is justified or not. When your sons and daughters, mothers and fathers, aunts and uncles, brothers and sisters, neighbors and friends, join the military (drafted or enlisted) and end up giving their lives for their country, you should be proud of them and honor their commitment.
The ones dying are not the ones that decided to fight in the first place. They may join for various reasons: patriotism (look at the enlistment figures after Pearl Harbor), drafted, best job they could find, or whatever. It really doesn't matter. They deserve our respect, whether we agree with the government that put them at risk, or not.