I have come to the conclusion that war is far more popular than peace. In order to illustrate my point, just go to Wikipedia and search for list of wars. You will be given a list that has to be separated by time frame just to make it manageable. There are literally hundreds, if not thousands of wars listed and they date back to the beginning of time. There is even a category for ongoing conflicts, which means the list gets updated all the time. Now, just for the sake of argument, you should search for list of peace. There is no list of peace because peace never gets those catchy names like The Great War, The Hundred Years War, The Napoleonic Conquest, The War of the Roses or The War to End All Wars. We love war but peace… not so much.
It has gotten so bad that now we may have to start reusing names because The Crimean War has already been used once and the only reason anybody remembers that British versus the Russians conflict was because the British poet Alfred Lord Tennyson wrote “The Charge of the Light Brigade” to celebrate the Battle of Balaclava in 1854. In his version of the truth, the Light Brigade of 666 men was nearly wiped out but in reality only 110 men died. When this little mistake was made known to Lord Tennyson he refused to change it. That’s how much the British love war.
Don’t get me wrong, we Americans have picked up right where our British forefathers left off. So far, in our 200+ year history we have had The French and Indian War, The Revolutionary War, The War of 1812, The War with Mexico, The Civil War, The Indian Wars, The Spanish American War, The Great War, The Second World War (because the first one wasn’t Great enough), The Korean War, The Vietnam War, The Gulf War, The Iraq War and The War in Afghanistan. I’m sure I even missed some. We’re doing our part to keep historians gainfully employed. Let’s face it, who wants to write about peace?
I turned 18 in 1972. My draft number was close to 200, so I was pretty safe and I really didn’t want to go to Vietnam. Sorry, time for a historical footnote. Back in the day, everybody was eligible for military service. They picked every day of the year as a lottery and if your birthday was a 1-50 you were going to serve unless you could buy your way out or prove some hardship or leave the country for Canada. Today, we have an all-volunteer army but given the right set of circumstances, like Russia invading Eastern Europe, we could easily see the draft reinstated. Now I’m worried all over again.
In my suburban cul-de-sac we have seven houses. In those seven houses are eight sons including my own, all of whom would soon be eligible for the call of duty. The most likely outcome would be that some of them never come home. I would miss them all and no amount of media coverage calling it a Great Conflict would make it better. I hate those words. War is not and has never been great. It is Horrible, Futile, Stupid and Wrong. Let’s try using those words when we name the next one. I can just imagine the world’s first truthful recruiting poster; Uncle Sam wants you to die a horrible, futile death. Join Now!
Just once, can’t we listen to Jesus and “Love thy neighbor as thyself”?
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