So declared an old fellow on his way out of a local doctor’s office I found myself in recently. (I’m paraphrasing as best I can remember.)

“Do you remember General MacArthur?” he demanded of my Dad, who sat watching CNN while waiting for his appointment.

“Sure I do,” replied Dad (who at 19 served in the Navy during WWII).

“He knew how to fight,” the fellow replied. “You go in there, and you fight to win.”

“We aren’t fighting a war,” the man continued as he exited the waiting room. “We’re just pussy-footin’ around.”

Regrettably, my own observations support that perspective entirely.