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Earlier this evening, I finally saw Farenheit 9/11. I cried. I've never cried at a movie before. Every soldier looked like my brother, and I couldn't help but wonder what did he do over there? When the woman read the letter from her dead son, I felt my eyes swell, and then the emotion just took me. I couldn't hold it in. The casual style of the letter reminded me of so many similar emails I had received from him while he was stationed there. (since he was a communications specialist, he had the luxury of using email.) What if that was my brother, I thought, what if he had died, or been injured for such petty reasons as the invasion of Iraq? I cannot believe that imbecile in the white house thinks so little about the value of a person's life as to put troops in harm's way to support his lies.

It makes me so angry.

In other news, I ran into an old friend tonight. I used to hang out with him a lot around the time I started this diary, but then he disapeared to Evergreen College. He was visiting Portland for a few days with his girlfriend, and we ran into each other while leaving the theater. It was a very happy coincidence. We went to get some tea, at which time he almost convinced me that I ought to go to Evergreen. I don't know about that, but I'll at least visit there sometime soon.