When I told the Army I would not use nuclear weapons, or participate in the mission to use them, I was accused of many things, cowardice among them. And no one will ever know if I am a coward, or a pacifist, not even me.
No one ever know, unless the moment actually comes, whether they have courage, or if they have enough of it to withstand the fear they might fear, in unknown events. You may be sure, but that is simply vanity, unless you have crawled on your belly for a mile, as hostile weapon fire exploding mines slaughtered your comrades all around you. Courage is what we expect of others, and desire to have untested in our selves.
And just as courage, love for your fellow man is a perfect state, to be desired, but never assured in our hearts. Would I kill, if given sufficient provocation? I hope I will never know. But I do know that I will not kill millions. That test, I have faced, and my choice was made. I will never face it again, because I will never be given the choice. Was it courage or cowardice that made me choose? You may believe what you will, and I cannot prove it wrong.
And you cannot know what another will do, or why. If you define the unwillingness to kill itself as cowardice, then you have your answer. But your answer is that his motives make him a coward, you must know his heart. There are cowards with guns, and cowards who kill for gain, or even for patriotism. The killing does not change their cowardice. And there are cowards who claim to be pacifists, if they think that will not cause them danger. But you know only the courage of those who have lived the moment of choice, and given themselves to their ideals, whatever those ideals are.
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“It is better to be violent, if there is violence in our hearts, than to put on the cloak of nonviolence to cover impotence.” ~ Mahatma Gandhi ~