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God Bless our men and women who have served.
Vixyy Fox
God Bless our men and women who have served.
Vixyy Fox
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My great-grandfather was gassed in the First World War; he went home a broken man and never worked again. The Government washed their hands, and when he died my great-grandmother received a small War Widow's pension and barely anything for my grandmother. War is a game for the upper classes, refereed by the politicians, where the pieces are expendable even if they live.
I have profound respect for military people. I certainly know I couldn't do it. My "front" is the school, the university, the battlefield of education. It's a coward's fight, though in my opinion just as necessary. But I couldn't be a soldier, so I respect those who choose to be. I wish those who have responsibility for those lives respected them as much as I do.
*hugs* Thank you for writing this, Miss Vixyy. Another beautiful story.
I have profound respect for military people. I certainly know I couldn't do it. My "front" is the school, the university, the battlefield of education. It's a coward's fight, though in my opinion just as necessary. But I couldn't be a soldier, so I respect those who choose to be. I wish those who have responsibility for those lives respected them as much as I do.
*hugs* Thank you for writing this, Miss Vixyy. Another beautiful story.
Way of knowledge is no cowards fight... its combat of wits (a stupid strong leader is useless but smart ,albeit physically weak one, leads armies to victory and keep their people alive). True warriors conquer both paths of mind and body, one is useless without the other. Back in good ol' days warriors were respected... in this modern world there are next to none of them left only soldiers (that are basically mercs) used as canon fodder at best... abused and discarded as "disposable".
I try to educate younger people into why it's important for some people to feel they have to fight with weapons. I try to teach them the basics of real civilisation: understanding, intelligence, rational thought, that differences are just differences and they don't require prejudice... I fight where I am to try and make the world of the grandchildren I'll never have into a better place. If I can.
Pray, never feel like you are a coward.
Being a soldier is brave, I do not deny. And being a soldier in a Western country is a life of duty, of rational motivation and morale. The soldiers who died in WW I to the war in Iraq did fight for their families, comprehensible reasons and in a way of being "on the right side" for their perspective.
But, please keep in mind, it has always been easier to fight and make war. Throwing the AK-47 away and start to plow the field, easily spoken, is less fun and cause many sorrows and difficulties. Though that is what mankind and society defines and keeps alive, too.
You do one of the most important professions imaginable. You eduacate, you spread wisdom. Wisdom is so important, more important then ever in this noisiating world.
Becoming a merch and shoot at other humans is in some cases "good", in some cases heroic, yet it is a rather easy way of getting through life - modern day warfare is a deadly yet abstract profession which is learned by repeat and mechanisation and you should not feel less worthy because you stand for culture, for eduacation, for knowledge.
*hugs*
Being a soldier is brave, I do not deny. And being a soldier in a Western country is a life of duty, of rational motivation and morale. The soldiers who died in WW I to the war in Iraq did fight for their families, comprehensible reasons and in a way of being "on the right side" for their perspective.
But, please keep in mind, it has always been easier to fight and make war. Throwing the AK-47 away and start to plow the field, easily spoken, is less fun and cause many sorrows and difficulties. Though that is what mankind and society defines and keeps alive, too.
You do one of the most important professions imaginable. You eduacate, you spread wisdom. Wisdom is so important, more important then ever in this noisiating world.
Becoming a merch and shoot at other humans is in some cases "good", in some cases heroic, yet it is a rather easy way of getting through life - modern day warfare is a deadly yet abstract profession which is learned by repeat and mechanisation and you should not feel less worthy because you stand for culture, for eduacation, for knowledge.
*hugs*
*hugs back* Thank you, kind sir, for your kind and supportive words. I had a discussion once with someone who was at the time a US Marine, and he believed that the only "fight" was on the front lines; my assertion that there can be just as much a "fight" "back home", at the chalk face, as it were, and it was equally important, offended him deeply when none was intended.
I don't know what I "stand for". I suppose I "stand for" making the world a little better place, trying to show young people what I think the world could be like, even a little, and encouraging them to take it out. Encouraging them to learn, to encourage others, to pass forward what they have... I don't know. I've been called an idealist, a romantic, a dreamer, and I wouldn't disagree; equally, I've been called a cynic, a bitter individual, and a sociopath on occasion, and I wouldn't disagree with those definitions, either. I am what I am, and that's a dragon just trying to do his best.
*hugs again*
I don't know what I "stand for". I suppose I "stand for" making the world a little better place, trying to show young people what I think the world could be like, even a little, and encouraging them to take it out. Encouraging them to learn, to encourage others, to pass forward what they have... I don't know. I've been called an idealist, a romantic, a dreamer, and I wouldn't disagree; equally, I've been called a cynic, a bitter individual, and a sociopath on occasion, and I wouldn't disagree with those definitions, either. I am what I am, and that's a dragon just trying to do his best.
*hugs again*
What did I grow up with?
Sgt. Bilko, McHale's Navy, Combat, Gomer Pyle and Hogan's Heros.
War is fun, mostly, and if you DO manage to get shot, a sulfa patch and you're good as new.
Then came the reality of Viet Nam in the living room every night.
They lied to us.
They're STILL lying to us.
Bunners
Sgt. Bilko, McHale's Navy, Combat, Gomer Pyle and Hogan's Heros.
War is fun, mostly, and if you DO manage to get shot, a sulfa patch and you're good as new.
Then came the reality of Viet Nam in the living room every night.
They lied to us.
They're STILL lying to us.
Bunners
It's not all lies. My bootcamp experience in the navy was very much like a combination of Stripes and Gomer Pyle. I didn't ever fire a shot in anger since I was on a Submarine near the end of the cold war and got out just before Desert Storm. We didn't damage the enemy but we did mange to take out the pier in Puerto Rico. My experience was a lot like McHale's Navy with a side-order of M*A*S*H. The horror is not that these shows are fanciful military fiction but how true to life these shows sometimes are.
Grandpa B saw service in the time of the Spanish American War and WWI as a Combat Engineer. Dad saw service in the South Pacific in the later part of WWII. I had/have friends that did time in SE Asia, yes they were the forgotten ones. My nephew whom I have never met do to "family" did time in the Marines in the Middle east and got busted up while over there. Even myself I wore the uniform of the US Army in the late 70s when I was male. I was belittled for it by part of my family and people I went to school with. (there is a long story about why I went in but that's for another time.)
Now that you now some back story all I can say is thank you for posting this it's something that matters to some of us. The older I get the more I see how little we have come in getting along with one another on the little blue marble we call home.
Now that you now some back story all I can say is thank you for posting this it's something that matters to some of us. The older I get the more I see how little we have come in getting along with one another on the little blue marble we call home.
I know you're aware how hard it is for me to deal with the whole of this subject. The flaws of human nature which allow, foster and feed the monster called 'war' haunt me endlessly. It's difficult to touch on even a single aspect without without waking the monster and feeling it dig its claws into my soul.
You, who willingly walk up to the monster and address it directly... you have strength I will never have. I have to hide from it, knowing it will find me regardless. To seek it out...
Yeah, you're my hero. Your heart is bigger than any army and bulletproof.
*hugs*
You, who willingly walk up to the monster and address it directly... you have strength I will never have. I have to hide from it, knowing it will find me regardless. To seek it out...
Yeah, you're my hero. Your heart is bigger than any army and bulletproof.
*hugs*
FINALLY got a chance to read this and am super PROUD to have you as a fan of my works that is so eloquent with words. The way you wrote this I could hear a voice of a soldier or a person who had been in the field or had been around a lot of people who had been through the horror, the words were filled with such passion and felt like a constant warning or reminder. It reaches depths of the human spirit and how even in these times we are still able to show some compassion. I always thank local vets and new recruits I meet in the doughnut shop or local mc donald's for serving, people like that deserve all the respect cause they EARNED it. Its wonderful that a writer is able to portray something so personal and relevant to our current world.
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