Look, let’s not mince words. Grandparents, you have beautiful hands. They are exquisite in their delicacy and more telling than a diary—every wrinkle a story, every callous a decades-long record of sacrifice, arthritis be damned. But it’s time to come back to reality. You can have the most strikingly weathered hands in the world, but it doesn’t mean a thing if you can’t offer real, practical solutions for eradicating ISIS.