The strikes on Iran tear open every old wound of the past half‑century: hostage crises, proxy wars, nuclear fears, and the endless claim that this time, the bombs will somehow bring peace. In Washington, the language is familiar — “righteous mission,” “ultimate sacrifice,” “exhaustive diplomacy” — but on the ground the reality is the same: bodies, rubble, and a grief that doesn’t care which flag flies overhead.
For the families of the three Americans killed, Trump’s promise of “vengeance” is a cold comfort, especially as he warns there will likely be more deaths to come. In Iran, funerals for hundreds unfold under a sky still haunted by the roar of foreign jets. Supporters call it necessary strength; critics see a reckless leap into another generational war. History will judge the strategy. Ordinary people will live — or die — with the cost.
