My good God, I am heartily sorry for having offended Thee ...

This is the public confession, entitled Double Plus Ungood and wedged into the final blog entry of  All the King's Horses:

For the record, I am officially a supporter of the administration and of her policies.  I am a proponent for the war against terror and I believe in the mission in Iraq. I understand my role in that mission, and I accept it. I understand that I signed the contract which makes stop loss legal, and I retract any statements I made in the past that contradict this one. Furthermore, I have the utmost confidence in the leadership of my chain of command, including (but not limited to) the president George Bush and the honorable secretary of defense Rumsfeld.  If I have ever written anything on this site or on others that lead the reader to believe otherwise, please consider this a full and complete retraction.

Horses was written by a stop-lossed soldier in Iraq, who had been using the blog to, among other things, express his discontent and his feelings of betrayal by the military.  You can read more of the story at Tattered Coat. 

Daniel, the author of All the King's Horses, also wrote a piece for Operation Truth.  In it he says:

Even soldiers not stop-lossed feel The Betrayal. They know it might be them next time. Dissent will not change anything for us now because our voices are muted. Still, there is hope. It is that in twenty years, it will be these men and women in office. Perhaps, that alone should make me feel better.

Kids in Vietnam thought the same thing would be true today.

UPDATE: Cernig's comment at Matt's place points to A Soldiers Thoughts, another exceptionally well-written milblog.  Here's a sample:

Always, the smell of burning things. Today it is burning trash, tomorrow maybe it is the burning oil fields. To me this is Iraq. Last time I was here it was the same, garbage piled high in the streets until eventually it gets burned just to get rid of it.

Some things don't change. I remember driving through Baghdad and seeing the streets piled high with trash. Slick with grease, grime, and blood. Get enough of it all and you have your foundation all over again.

That is what we are trying to rebuild Iraq with these days, grease, grime, and blood. No wonder we can't seem to finish it all. There just gets to be so much of it that your feet slip and you too are covered in the same blood and filth, until your soul is just another piece of it all.

That's not just Iraq.  That's any war and anyone over forty knows it.   And that's what makes BushCo's rush and lies to start one we didn't need to fight unpardonable.