reallydown
Diamond Member
Well, it's Remembrance Day here...
It's good that we honour those who've lost their lives in WW I and WWII. However, I feel that their memory is not being honoured by today's glorification of war. Somehow this pathos creeped in that romanticizes the idea and instead of stopping wars, we get caught up in the idea of the nobility of fighting for whatever. Not to say that we shouldn't...when we are attacked etc. but I can't help but wonder if we have some weird compulsive need to keep at it...so that we can keep remembering...I'm maybe not articulating it quite as well. And where is the support for today's soldiers when they get back?
Just thought that perhaps there's good reason why those we remember today wrote:
"...
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues, --
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori."
(Wilfred Owen, 1920)
It's good that we honour those who've lost their lives in WW I and WWII. However, I feel that their memory is not being honoured by today's glorification of war. Somehow this pathos creeped in that romanticizes the idea and instead of stopping wars, we get caught up in the idea of the nobility of fighting for whatever. Not to say that we shouldn't...when we are attacked etc. but I can't help but wonder if we have some weird compulsive need to keep at it...so that we can keep remembering...I'm maybe not articulating it quite as well. And where is the support for today's soldiers when they get back?
Just thought that perhaps there's good reason why those we remember today wrote:
"...
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues, --
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori."
(Wilfred Owen, 1920)