Why I won't wear camo

She breaks the silence for this?

On the brink of a U.S. attack of Syria? Why, yes.

Camouflage prints come and go much like animal prints; they always work, but at times, are particularly a la mode. To my eyes, camouflage has been having a moment--nay, a full decade--since our attack on Afghanistan in 2002. Shirts, pants, jackets, bags, shoes even prom dresses. Sixteen-year-olds can look like they're ready for desert warfare; make sure they carry a wrap and an m16.

Frankly, I like camo prints--not overdone (seriously, evening gowns?) but a pair of cargo pants or t-shirt peeking out from beneath a jacket. Not this. But this. And this! Cute, fun, classic even. Completely versatile, almost a neutral.

Won't do it. As long as we have men and women serving our country in harm's way.

My boycott makes no statement but to remind me that we are at war. Rightly or wrongly. Justifiable or no, when we are at war--and that's what's at stake when the President talks about a punitive strike on Syria--it's so easy to sit in front of our computers as if our morning was the same as the morning for women in Damascus. Are they taking their tea in front of their iPads today? Or are they setting aside provisions, anticipating an attack?

This may or may not be a righteous move on the part of our government. But to think that one strike or series of tactical missions will end the Syrian civil war is naive. To address the humanitarian issues in the country means to take Assad down; it means nation bulding in a place where the leader we hate might be better than the leader we install. We shouldn't kid ourselves; it means war.

So the camo stays off and the prayers for peace continue.





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