I’ve sat through films and read comic books and regular books, watched documentaries, and listened to plenty of stories.
Enough stories to know that thoughts about war has two parties: listener and speaker. No right or wrong or left or right, it just has its story and its believer. (War is similar to religion in that respect.)
Everyone has their beliefs about history and politics and that’s that. Nothing will change the fact that people’s politics evolve naturally on their own, rarely because of some heated debate over drinks or the exchanging of swings in a parking lot. Politics never made me enemies but poor manners have determined a few of my foes. Personal ideas usually like to stay steadfast and hard.
The mere idea of war makes me very uneasy. Hypocritcally, I enjoy depictions of war because a depiction is more art than reality. Additionally, no one needs to be maimed, killed or tortured. Families and soldiers aren’t emotionally destroyed nor is there any burden on politicians to justify a depiction as integral to our nation’s freedom or as a reason to parade our bullets and balls in front of the world.
Foreigners aren’t interested in taking American rights away, they’re usually
interested in not being hungry anymore or they’re eyeing a little piece of the pie we yanks have been enjoying since forever.
But no combat veteran deserves anything less than unconditional gratitude from everyone who didn’t serve. That goes beyond politics and what side of the aisle or fence you’re on. Period.
Washington suits are a different thing entirely because soldiers don’t decide where to go or who to fight. Bureaucrats and corporations that reek of greed and practice evil business make those kinds of decisions.
Knowing all that I reluctantly visited Saigon’s War Remnants Museum today and it wasn’t long until I was quite sick with sorrow. My discomfort and anger couldn’t decide if remembering the war in such a way was good for healing or better for publicity. It’s actually best for both. With its exhibitions of grisly atrocities, it really is a universal call for peace and its politics are (I’m reminding myself) just that. Politics. I left after just a few minutes.
Point is war sucks horribly for everyone including all sides so when tourists ham it up for photos in front of Hueys and Howitzers it really trips me out.