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Jan. 15, 1991
We should all support the troops and act like they are our brothers. We should all live in harmony. We should put all the guns and stuff away. -Jan. 17, 1991 Today I watched the news. They showed a scud missile headed for Duraham in Sadi Arabia. A American Patriot missle intercepted it before it reached the ground. I feel really bad about this war. (Original spelling left the same.) I stumbled across my journal from when I was ten years old. The two entries are the ones that stuck out the most. I thought I would share them with you. Can I as a ten year old child really have a more realistic view on life than I do now. I mean what I knew then, I definitaly had forgotten or at least ignored. As I look at it I definitaly see similarities to myself now. My writing sure hasn't gotten any better, and my grammer definitaly hasn't improved. But I've in some ways lost the feeling, emotion, and heart that goes along with tradgedy. Have I become apathetic and desensitized. Don't get me wrong, war to me invokes strong feelings, and great passions. But is it personal to me, or is it just something that happens across seas. Looking back on "Desert Storm" and that whole period of time in my life, I can almost put myself back into my shoes as a 10 year old kid. There was so many fears and questions that I had. Not only fear from myself for I remember lying in bed and thinking that a scud missile was going to surely land on our house before I awoke, but I also felt fear for the kids and families in those areas where fighting was actually going on. I think that the majority of Americans today look at war as nothing more than a political event that happens across seas. They don't try to look at things through the other sides eyes. I truly believe that this is not going to change until it is made so real for us that we can't ignore it. I think that when America thinks of war, it never thinks that war isn't always offensive and could possibly become defensive. At that point, I wonder what we'd think of war. When I think of war I see images of crying mothers and ex-wives. I see Children with a future that waits them without a father to guide them. (Sad thing is, that not only war causes such tradgedies as this.) I see a battle field covered with the bodies of young men my age or a little older who died for a cause they where not fully behind. Or died trying to fix a problem that we had no buisness trying to fix. This is something that I've noticed. It is normally not the generation that starts the war that fights the war they started, but rather the generation after them. Don't get me wrong. There are wars I would of definitaly fought in. I am not dead set against all military action. (Just every war we seem to get involved with anymore.) My desire is that they wouldn't happen. I despise the thought of war, but there are some things worth fighting for. (Fighting to the death.) But I do believe that there are wars that I would be in the wrong by not fighting in if called up to do so. (For example- WWII) I just don't agree with us always interjecting into other nations skirmishes. Anyway, I really don't know what I wanted to get at with this. Originally I was just going to put the journal entries in, but…I guess this works as well. "And maybe we don't know who we are anymore/ Another spectacle/ And it's respectable/ To take it lightly like another TV show/ So desensitized/ So dehumanized/ Why stop to think when you can find someplace to go/ We're drowning" (Vulnerability, Operation Ivy) |
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