be not afraid
Mar. 19th, 2003 02:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
threeplusfire"I have seen war. I have seen war on land and sea. I have seen blood running from the wounded. I have seen the dead in the mud. I have seen cities destroyed. I have seen children starving. I have seen the agony of mothers and wives. I hate war." -Franklin Delano Roosevelt-
The reasons don't matter so much any more. Regardless of who is right and who is wrong, there will be a war soon. I can't stop thinking about people. Like the brothers we knew in high school, or the people I know who have sent loved ones out the door, and the demographic numbers published that show a large chunk of the Iraqi population is under 14 and there will be casualties there. And I just keep thinking, why is it that we live in a world where such a thing is necessary? What the hell is so wrong with people that they would willingly create situations that lead to so much pain and destruction? It's something I can't really fathom, and maybe that's just the little part of me that is even now so hopelessly idealistic.
I still remember being in fifth grade, and standing in the hall way that ran past the open living room, leaning against the back of that old arm chair and watching CNN as the first Gulf War started. I can remember thinking that no one would explain to me why we were doing this, why the bombs were flashing green and white on my television. I sort of feel like that today, just older and more cynical and sad.
The reasons don't matter so much any more. Regardless of who is right and who is wrong, there will be a war soon. I can't stop thinking about people. Like the brothers we knew in high school, or the people I know who have sent loved ones out the door, and the demographic numbers published that show a large chunk of the Iraqi population is under 14 and there will be casualties there. And I just keep thinking, why is it that we live in a world where such a thing is necessary? What the hell is so wrong with people that they would willingly create situations that lead to so much pain and destruction? It's something I can't really fathom, and maybe that's just the little part of me that is even now so hopelessly idealistic.
I still remember being in fifth grade, and standing in the hall way that ran past the open living room, leaning against the back of that old arm chair and watching CNN as the first Gulf War started. I can remember thinking that no one would explain to me why we were doing this, why the bombs were flashing green and white on my television. I sort of feel like that today, just older and more cynical and sad.
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Date: 2003-03-19 12:48 pm (UTC)It'll be ok, little princess...you'll be clicking your heels up in NYC before you know it.
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Date: 2003-03-19 12:51 pm (UTC)I hope so. I'm going to start boxing up my things once again and moving out of my mother's house. And then I'll go to New York, and be merry, and just get on with my life.