I once wrote a piece for my blog entitled “Maybe We Should Study War More Often”. It was written as a response to another blogger’s idea that war can solve many of the problems of modern society (it turned out I was arguing with a bumper sticker).
War can never be the answer unless the question is related to the total and complete destruction of civilization and life as we know it.
One of my middle names (I have two) is Lee. It is a family name, given to me in honor of my maternal grandfather. I suspect there is a lengthy history to this name and that some of my ancestors named their children Lee in honor of Robert E. Lee.
I am fully aware of the role that General Lee played in the Civil War but I also know that he once wrote his wife, and I have used this quote many times, “It is well that war is so terrible, otherwise we should too fond of it.” (My thoughts concerning this topic are found in “It’s Not About a Piece of Cloth”.)
When I opposed the Viet Nam War, it was because I saw several injustices. Among those injustices was the decision by old (and usually white) men sending young men off to battle, to die on the battle field, lonely and forgotten.
I don’t know how others felt but my argument was and will always be with a leadership that sends the youth off to war and then forgets them. Those that went to war and were fortunate to come home deserve recognition and support (something that our society and our leaders have seeming forgotten).
In my family are three flags, flags that are not flown on national holidays but cared for because of what they represent. Each of these flags was given by a representative to the United States as an expression of thanks for the service given by the individual on whose coffin they lie.
Many people have these flags, folded in a triangle, and carefully stored because these are flags that cannot be replaced. My family was lucky because each flag was given during the peacetime. Other families received their flags during the war time and their father or son, their mother or their daughter died on a battlefield far away from home.
I have a Facebook friend whose brother, Walter. went to the same high school as she and I did. He was five years ahead of me so I never knew him. Shortly after he graduated from high school, he enlisted in the United States Marine Corps. In 1967, he died in Viet Nam. Before he died, he saved the lives of several of his comrades and was awarded the Congressional Medal of Honor.
Over the past few years, I have observed the love his younger sister, Carolyn, had for him and I know that his death was not vain.
But we seem to think that it is okay to send our youth off to war and to forget them when they come home, some wounded, others dead but all changed by the horrors of war.
In this place and time, we must work for a world in which there is no war and that war is never used as the first step in the solution of conflict and hatred. Against the violence and destruction of war, we must make a stand that says, “we shall study war no more and we will not forget those who have died when war was necessary.”