What exactly are we fighting for anyway?

On my way to the Masonic Auditorium, I stopped to use "the facilities" at the Veteran's War Memorial building on Van Ness. The restrooms on the second floor are a well-kept secret. They're usually empty and always clean and feel like the ones from elementary school: jet black toilet seats, checkered tiled floors, pedestal sinks and faucets with a slow and steady drip, a blend of dampness and old-fashioned cleaning products in the air. Comforting in an odd and familiar way.

On your way out and down the stairwell of this solid old building, the view of the outdoors through the rectangular windows is obscured by stained glass with various images dedicated to our different wars:

To the scientists who gave the fighting Navy the tools for victory in World War II.

This particular dedication below the nuclear symbol. Three intersecting elongated ovals forming a lime green Star of David (of sorts) where they meet and, dead center, a crimson bindi. All afloat a wavy, watery sea. What a strange message hidden right here in ultra-PC San Francisco. A rarely-seen window praising the genius of those who created the technology that made it possible to practically obliterate Hiroshima and Nagasaki. I paused for a moment wondering how many others know about this window, and guessed that it's not a widely advertised attraction especially not to those tourists coming from places like Japan.

When it comes time to install a window honoring those who have served in Iraq or those who've refined any technology used to facilitate victory in that foreign land, what could it possibly say?

To the innocent and unknowing men and women who so valiantly fought in a dubious war initiated by leaders whose motives were never quite certain.