Jill Dougherty: War fever
Recently, I grabbed a taxi in Moscow. When the driver asked me where I was from, I told him the United States. "I went there once," he said, "to Chicago. I really liked it." "But tell me something," he added. "When are we going to war?" The question, put so starkly, so honestly, shocked me. "Well, I hope never," I replied. "No one wants war."