I recall, many years ago, when Wabulon and I were dropping a friend off at his apartment, Wabulon turned to me and asked, "What are we doing?"
"Why, we're dropping Scott off."
"We're not staying?"
"Well, I think if Scott wanted us to stay, he would ask."
Wabulon looked shocked. "Oh, no, no one could possibly know if they want you to stay until you have been over for at least four or five days."
I thought of this today when, on the drive to work, Sandy asked me, "Why do you think we're really in Libya?"
"Whoa," I responded, "let's not rush things here. Are we even sure why we're in Afghanistan yet? Sandy, military intervention is a discovery procedure. It may take you years to figure out why you really invaded some foreign country."
But the damned planning mentality always wants to know everything in advance.