To the editor:
Picture it: The men are practically surrounded, though it's too dark to see who or what is out there. They crouch, well armed and camouflaged against prying eyes. Suddenly, against the pale glow of dawn, figures rise nearby and begin to move quietly away. Identification is impossible, but rather than risk their quarry escaping, the men shoot. The shadowy figures fall.
Fallujah? No, Kansas.
The fallen are whooping cranes, shot last week during sandhill crane season (J-W, Friday). One percent of the world's population in one morning. State-sponsored shock and awe, it seems, comes in many forms.
Welcome to the occupation.
Jake Vail,
Lawrence
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