A lack Of Equilibrium

I am going about doing my usual chores when, wham, suddenly it hits me :
Benjamin is in the hospital fighting for his life.
And I loose my equilibrium.
The ordinary, yawn inducing day suddenly turns a grim shade of gray.
There, in a hospital bed is a young man who only wanted to serve out his contract, forget about the atrocities he had seen in Iraq, and start a better and peaceful life.
There he is, the victim of the folly of a reformed alcoholic with a tenuous grip on the English language and an all too accommodating Danish prime minister.
And he is, unfortunately, part of an ever growing family of destroyed lives.
When these fine folks leave their offices, they can look back on so much misery, so many dead and so many maimed, that a reasonable person might ask
how do they sleep at night?
Bush says he sleeps quite well, thank you.
That is the saddest statement.
At this moment MY young life, my nephew, is not sleeping well at all.
But Bush and his cohorts sleep quite well, thank you.