Friday, January 14, 2005

time... and war.. idle thoughts..

One of the church ladies I know (awanas) she has her k-3 kids doing pictures too.. one of her little boys wrote.. " dear soldier if you are not dead when you get this I hope you stay safe" my friend took it out, but I told my son about it and he specifically asked for it.. kind of a morbid humor thing over there.. the thing that stuck me was death and war was a terrible reality to this child... I only hope that someone talked this over with the child.. I remember growing up in the 60's... and how the war (Viet Nam) seemed so real and yet so impossible I really didn't understand and no one took the time to teach me... what I knew of war was what TV taught me. I had no one I knew in the war. it only touched me via the TV. Looking back now, with Kent state and the hippie flower power thing. the press lead me as a young child to believe the b.s. they spouted.
War is atrocious. I feel no one should have to bury a loved one from such conflicts.. and in an ideal world it wouldn't happen, but our world is not ideal by a long stretch of the imagination. mothers and fathers arms ache for the emptiness, spouses shed tears on their pillows, children don't understand why their parent(s) can't be with them. why???? because that loved one gave their life so someone would be free from fear. that is why we have wars... so people don't have to live in fear... fear of death, torture, oppression, poverty, terror, the list goes on... what our forefathers did in the revolutionary war and every war afterwards was so we did not have to live in fear. people argue that the real reason for Viet Nam was mineral rights and the war on terror is to get control of oil rights... and to the high and mighty it might be so... but ask a Vietnamese national who lives in the US now , what happened to them after we pulled out? why did they risk their lives in leaky sieves of boats to get to live here. ask the Iraqi people what happened when we pulled out in 92 (or 91)? war offers freedom from fear to our future generations. our loved ones blood is our gift to the future of the freedom from fear.
This is what I wish someone had took the time to teach me way back then..