I am 70 years old. For my entire life — all seventy years — there has been a war going on somewhere. Usually, the US has been involved in it — or is about to become involved. I keep hoping, if I live long enough, there will come a day when there is no war in the news. When the U.S. has no fighting men dying somewhere for reasons no one will remember a decade later.
The irony is, it would be much easier to count the years during which we have not been at war. There have been far fewer of them.
War doesn’t seem to be working out well. Maybe we should try something else?
Right now is the 99th anniversary of the end of World War I, supposedly “the war to end all wars.” Instead, it was closer to “the war to begin all wars.” Many of the wounds the world suffered then are still festering today. It ended at eleven in the morning, on the eleventh day of the eleventh month of the year in 1918.
I intentionally posted this at precisely eleven in the morning. I didn’t know if anyone would notice, but I noticed.
I would like to see a world without war … but I’m not holding my breath.