I recently saw something I thought made an interesting point. (though if you get down too it, I don’t agree…)
It said that war is worse then hell, because the guilty go to hell– but even innocent people are harmed by war.
(I don’t exactly agree, because we are all guilty and deserve Hell… but it is an interesting idea.)
The other night I was watching a TV show and it was set during WWI. There were young men in the trenches, they were fighting and getting hurt. There was a scene in a hospital with many wounded.
Again there was an interesting point made. Someone said that when you are on the front line, you pray to be spared, but if that isn’t meant to be, you pray for a bullet to kill you cleanly.
And watching that, I realized, that isn’t war. That is a representation of war. An idea of war. A glimpse, maybe, into what it is. But it isn’t war. For starters, while WWI happened, the story was fictional!
I can watch many things, and read, and even visit historical places, but– and truly I am grateful– I have not experienced war.
And I hope I will not have to face war.
War isn’t glory.
It’s… I don’t know what it is. I can’t explain what war is.
I believe it would be worse then I imagine.
I am now coming under the impression I will never know what war is unless I ever go through it first hand. Even then, could I explain it? Because, surely, if it could be explained, in all the years and all the wars, someone would have found the words.
It hurts my heart when I see old men wearing their WWII veteran hats, or their Vietnam veteran hats.
So many of them were the age I am now or even younger when they went off to war, and while they obviously lived through the war, I wonder how it affected their lives even after it was over.
I know not everyone sees the worst of the war, many people do paper work and are never sent to the frontlines, but still. Especially when I think of people my age, how many of them would be selfless enough to truly fight for what was right this day in age? I believe most of them are too busy throwing tantrums when things don’t go our way.
I saw a picture one time, of an old man wearing a veterans hat and a little girl standing next to him. It was captioned something like the old man said to the little girl, “For you, I would do it all over again.”
I always feel really awkward when I try to or think about, thanking veterans. But they deserve it.
Thank you, Veterans. Thank you so very much for making this society as good as it is. I don’t deserve it, but I truly appreciate it.