Lana feels

I don't want us to go to war. I don't want there to be death and pain and violence. I... I didn't think it would happen. Not really. I thought it would go away, that he, we, couldn't really have the audacity and the stupidity to go against the whole world to do this. This travesty, this horrible, scary, pointless thing we call war. But the Shrub says 48 hours and I want to crawl into bed and cry for war.