Sometimes I dream about children in other countries being afraid of our bombs falling from the sky. Or trying to sleep knowing we may kick their door down at any time. Or being afraid to play in a field because we have left cluster bombs there. I wonder what it is like to be raised in such fear. I think about mothers whose children will have birth defects because we used depleted uranium in one of our interventions. I love my country, but I hate the American Empire with every cell in my body, because nothing else on earth is causing more heartache to my human family. I understand that every empire comes to an end. I can live with the fact that some future empire will probably be even worse. What keeps me awake is thinking about the other possibility, that we could have been so much greater.