The second essay, Honoring Those Who Died, made me so angry and so sad that I wanted to throttle someone. Not Card, but the people he is talking about. He describes a plane ride wherein he strikes up a conversation with a uniformed soldier who is escorting the coffin of a fallen soldier to his family.
The family was actually from another city, one with a much larger airport than this one. But they had opted to drive the extra miles to receive the coffin here ... so they could avoid the demonstrators who had lately been showing up.
No, not the despicable Fred Phelps: "Hippie college students."
Read the whole thing. It will make you want to throttle someone, too.