IronBear -> RE: Incompetent administration, criminal war? (5/16/2006 1:40:54 AM)
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ORIGINAL: DelightMachine quote:
One of the issues we'll always see in any type of discussion like this is the difference between those who comment from a permanent civilian position (never having had military service or at least no combat experience) and those who have and are vets.. Nothing like feeling the dirt kick up in you face or the rounds whistling about you and seeing mates die to give you a whole new outlook on war... DM, I'd like to offer for thought four quotes (sorta) from four different areas of thinking for your perusal and I'm sure you and others will be able to enjoy them.... You haven't said this but others have come very close to it: That I have no right to advocate war if I haven't been in one. There is only one response to that, and there can be only one response to that: Bullshit. If your point were that I haven't been sensitive enough to the horrors of war, then you haven't been paying close enough attention to what I said in the earlier pages of this thread. And if that is your point, then I have a counterpoint to that: You aren't sensitive enough to the horrors of "peace." And I've made clear what many of those horrors are in this thread and others. Honestly, half the people who post in these threads haven't read what the other side is saying. If I'm misreading you, please feel free to tell me how. Edited to add: No I haven't read your full post, IB, but I'm printing it out and will read it tomorrow. Now, finally, to bed. DM, I was not accusing you of anything. I was merely offering four aspects of life to look at.... Considering my previous employment and what i do now as both Counsellor/Therapist and Priest I'd say I am more than sensitive to the horrors of peace. Even more so seeing trhat yearly I have to deal with natural disarsters which bring their own Horrors of Peace. I truely hate to disappoit you old son but there is nary a critical comment in anything I posted. I'm the first to agree that civilians also suffer the horrors of war far too many first hand and far too many die on a battle field. men, Women, Children, The Aged and Infirm..... I still have vivid memories of that too and still get chocked up and yep still have nightmares wondering if we couldn't have rescued at least some from the slaughter.... Still I';m just a silly aging grizzly who has too many memories, too much information and far to many secrets which can never be shared..... quote:
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ORIGINAL: IronBear Nothing like feeling the dirt kick up in you face or the rounds whistling about you and seeing mates die to give you a whole new outlook on war... Not to mention afterwards when you sit down and write those letters to wives and mothers who aren't going to see their loved ones again. And, you lie through your teeth.... "and he died instantly." Ayep John.. Guess you mayhaps agree with a small poem I wrote which is in my journal What Is The Price Of Command? What is the price of command you ask? You will always stand alone your responsible for every task. You see their eyes ask you Why? As they take their last breath. There is only one thing you can count on and that is certain death. Your aura is a red mist about you and your hands are red with blood. The bloody and pain of those men and women that you command unto death A hundred saddles filled with men and women you command, Riding earnestly to skirmish to test the enemy’s resolve and skill. Standing in the saddles, bows drawn, yelling, screaming cursing, In to fire and out of the foes returning fire, of the arrows that they fling, Lances lowered and raking the flanks who followed you from their horde, In small groups you turn and cleave them with the sword… Wearily and proudly, you turn and head for home, Sweat pouring of you, horses lathered with foam, You follow to where they are standing awaiting your command Silently you count the empty saddles and those who are harmed You give your orders and wait to see that all is well You see those faces who will never again ride pell-mell. You gather the belongings of those fallen friends The company auction will sell all the odds and ends The moneys raised are divided and will their pays so due Will be sent to their loved ones with your letter with words that are to few. You see the new recruits waiting, standing in the mud, Each begging to sign. eagerly for glory and for fame, their contracts you sign in blood. Generations pass each one seeing much the same, Weapons and governments change and war is just a game, You are some stinking jungle, the stench of napalm in the air, The new recruits keep coming seeming, without a care, You don’t want to know them until they have lived a week, For until they are blooded, it is they a not always swift death, will them seek. You still lead the raiding or take part in a bigger sweep Their lives you care for, for they are in your keep, They turn to you for orders and prey that you give them true For you are their commander and their lives depend on you. For those who have fallen, to their families you will write Their faces will still haunt you and never leave your sight. This is the price of command my friend! Is this what you ask? You will always stand alone your responsible for every task. You see their eyes ask you Why? As they take their last breath. There is only one thing you can count on and that is certain death. Your aura is a red mist about you and your hands are red with blood. The bloody and pain of those men and women that you command unto death. This is the price you pay, Their Blood! Copyright © Iron Bear April 2006
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