I was in 8th grade too, and I don't remember a moment when I found out we were at war, really. I think the "war" thing had become a reality for me when my cousin was sent over there, which was well in advance of the war declaration. As for this time around, I've posted a semi-coherent subset of my thoughts in my own journal. If I were less lazy, I'd make it a coherent essay.

It's kind of funny, how many of us childhood-Republicans there seem to be.