pRez B said (and we do, indeed, quote verbatim):
In Iraq, no doubt about it, it’s tough. It’s hard work. It’s incredibly hard.
It’s-and it’s hard work. I understand how hard it is. I get the casualty reports every day. I see on the TV screens how hard it is. But it’s necessary work.
We’re making progress. It is hard work.
You know my hardest, the hardest part of the job is to know that I committed the troops in harm’s way and then do the best I can to provide comfort for the loves ones who lost a son or a daughter or husband and wife. [sadly, no one asked my question]
Her husband, P.J., got killed-been in Afghanistan, went to Iraq. You know, it’s hard work to try to love her as best as I can knowing full well that the decision I made caused her, her loved one to be in harm’s way.
Yeah, we’re the job done. It’s hard work.
Understand how hard it is to commit troops. I never wanted to commit troops. I never – when I was running – when we had the debate in 2000, never dreamt I’d be doing that, but the enemy attacked us, Jim, and I have a solemn duty to protect the American people, to do everything I can to protect us. [never dreamt he might have to go to war? wow]
(Cribbed from Eschaton (aka Atrios))
Hard seems to be the operative word. And I love how he makes “comforting” that woman all about HIM and how HARD it is for HIM. Geesh.
Kids, this is your brain on drugs.