Perhaps this is a hijack, but I don’t consider it so becasue it directly pertains to the subject in the OP.
It’s a story (which I so often tell).
In 1970, our nation was in the midst of the Vietnam War. There was also a farmer boy from the middle of nowhere who had aspirations to be a successful businessman who was about to finally enter his first hard earned year of college. Unfortunately, his draft card had other plans for him. Of his graduating class in 1964, there were 34 male students. Of those 34 male students, 30 of them were drafted for Vietnam. About two thirds actually served. The draft was not fair…poor farmer boys were simply considered better fighters…and more willing to obey authority.
This young man wanted nothing to do with a war. He was not in favor of wars where his country had no real interest. He had no desire to move from the freezing tundra to the jungle. He had never even fired a firearm…he had no desire to be fired upon. A pacifist in all avenues, he also felt that he had to pay his duty. So he served his term. He was lucky. He spent six months in Australia, four months in Saigon, and only two months in the jungle.
But the fact is…he was fired upon. He watched people die. He actually lost a friend from his high school with whom he had forged an enormous friendship in Vietnam because of their similar political views. He came back to America a changed man.
In 1971, he arrived back in the States. Three days later, there was a ceremony to be held in the state capital to honor the large amount of troops our state provided to the cause oversees. There were 240 of them arriving back home that day…out of 350 that had left the same day. This man stood tall as he entered the state capital grounds. He had made it home physically healthy, yet emotionally scarred for life. He was proud of the duty he served, even if he was not proud of the motivation for needing that duty.
His immense sense of pride, however, was rudely interrupted. As the beginning of the procession stepped foot on the capital property, a group of about 100 protesters burst into the parking lot with a burning American flag.
I do not know any more of the story. Most of this I had to gleen from other sources as the person mentioned in the story will not speak of it.
If you haven’t guessed yet…the person I am talking about is my father.
Yes, I am against the war. No, I will not talk about moral implications while the war is being faught.
We can wage our political debates endlessly once the situation has settled a bit. I do not hope to quell the quarrels, only to try to make a point. The negative consequences of a divided nation right now are far too severe for me to even contemplate.
We may, right now, be in the most important phase in the course of our history. We will get a chance in another year and a half to voice our dissent on the administration. If the war lasts that long, Bush will not get re-elected.
I have a feeling that the war on Iraq will end a lot sooner than that.
However, the “War on Terrorism” will not.