I would like to return today to Kurt Vonnegut's pithy little book A Man Without a Country. Vonnegut saw war up close and personal. He was an American prisoner-of-war in Dresden, Germany during World War II when it was fire-bombed by the Allies. Almost the entire city was destroyed and approximately 25,000 civilians killed. He and the other prisoners escaped death because they were being held in an underground slaughterhouse meat locker, which the Germans called Schlachthof Funf (Slaughterhouse Five). Sound familiar? When they first came out after the attack, Vonnegut said the city looked like the surface of the moon. He became part of a work detail gathering up the dead bodies for mass burial while the German civilians threw rocks at them. They soon discovered there were too many bodies to bury, so the Germans sent in troops with flamethrowers. He was psychologically scarred by this ...