Reaching across to my left, my right hand unlocks the thin metal door separating me from England. As I open the door, my left leg slips out.
My revolver.
Reaching back across the seat, I grab my revolver from a small pouch under the control panel.
I wouldn’t want to invade the UK without a weapon.
Read MoreHow could we have come to this point? Where will we go from here? Who will join us in extinguishing this cancerous menace from the life that is our young and fragile Republic?
We sing, cheer, raising our arms and voices in protest.
We will not be cowards. We will rise above. We shall overcome!
Josef tugs at my sleeve.
Read MoreOn Memorial Day we must all remember the true nature of war.
War is not a series of events on maps or a set of dates in a history book, or even a few words about an individual’s experience. Instead war is a personally enduring trial of what it means to belong to humanity.
Who are we as a species?
What differentiates us from others?
How do we identify, manipulate, and attempt to overpower others in our personal existence?
Can we resolve our differences of opinion in other ways?
I do not touch on those topics very much here. Instead, I simply seek to show the world war is only experienced on a personal level.
War is one person traversing time and space while feeling the moment of existence.
Whether it is positive negative, or neutral, all War is simply personal experience.
Until we can understand what each of these experiences is like for those within their confines, we cannot understand war and its costs.
May we come to see war on the human level, realizing next time we have the choice to engage in one we recognize that choice leads to personal histories which should never be lost.