“Piercing” Objectivity

What about the other others? What about the poor people who dove under their beds, or hid behind the goat cart, or just ran until their hearts burst when they heard the detonation? What about the people hiding behind rocks that, to them, are substantially less solid and real than the blind explosive death from the sky? What about the other others tomorrow, as they walk to work, cutting their eyes toward the clouds, jumping every time an old car backfires? How can a society — even an impoverished one — hold itself together full in the knowledge that life and death is at the whim of someone at a distant targeting station, even more remote from the actual war he's fighting than the gods on Olympus were removed from Troy, since they occasionally at least visited the battlefield?

The Lethal Presidency Has Become an Everyday War by Charles P. Pierce