OK, you win. I receive so many magazines I saw no reason to continue taking The Sun. I requested you cancel my subscription. But the writings of Thich Nhat Hanh [“At War with Ourselves,” March 1993] were worth the price of a subscription alone.
I remember crying as I explained the Iraqi war to my seven-year-old daughter. She does not often see me weep. I knew others who opposed the Iraqi war, but very few. Thich Nhat Hanh’s simple statement, “They reminded me that many Americans also suffered when the president gave the order to attack,” touched me deeply and confirmed that I had not been alone in the depth of my feeling. It was a revelation. “I don’t think I will go to America this spring,” Thich Nhat Hanh said. “I really don’t want to go there now.” To rediscover that people like this exist, that they also despair and need reminders from others, is tremendously reassuring and reinvigorating.
Please disregard my previous attempt to cancel.
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