Seriously, whenever a person speaks brazenly about war, I have to consider the fact that over the course of the Iraq and Afghanistan wars, I have heard multiple instances of both weddings and funerals bombed by American jets or terrorist suicide bombers.
Now, in this case in Afghanistan, it's an American airstrike wreaking unimaginable havoc on a wedding party.
For my wedding, we complained about our florist flaking out. Luckily, our entire extended family was not vaporized by a bomb.
On a hillside high in the mountains of eastern Afghanistan there are three charred clearings where the American bombs struck.
Scattered around are chunks of twisted metal, blood stains and small fragments of sequinned and brightly decorated clothes - the material Afghan brides wear on their wedding day.
After hours of driving to the village deep in the bandit country of Nangarhar's mountains we heard time and again the terrible account of that awful day.
What began as celebration ended with maybe 52 people dead, most of them women and children, and others badly injured.
The US forces said they targeted insurgents in a strike. But from what I saw with my own eyes and heard from the many mourners, no militants were among the dead.
A big double-wedding was taking place between two families, with each exchanging a bride and a groom.