Last weeks assignment got that snowed out was to read, “When the vision dies…” out of Testament of Youth by Vera Brittain. For those of you who haven’t had the chance to flip through those pages, Roland dies. Vera is consoled through letters and everyone talking to her and trying to comfort her, but nothing really helps. She tries to move on but it’s so hard for her, like it is for anyone who has had someone close pass away.
“‘Everything is so exactly the same as it was before, which brings sit all back so vividly,’ I wrote to Edward. ‘It seems unendurable that everything should be the same.’”
That line really spoke to me. It seems like she’s asking, “how could people go on with their life normally when Roland just died? How could people laugh and smile when I am in so much pain?”
Death seems to happen more often nowadays and people are so unaffected by it. In movies people get shot up and since it’s a “bad guy” no one really cares. I may be looking a little too deep into it but “bad guys” have families too! There might be some high speed chase and police cars are crashing into each other and then BOOM! one explodes and the flames rise 10 feet high! But what about the drive of that car? Policemen always seem not to make it very long in an action flick and that bothers me a little. They’re suppose to be well trained and highly respected. Their job is to protect us but they are portrayed as lousy shooters and bad drivers. Respectable people don’t get enough respect, at least that is how I feel.
In the book it reveals the events that happened when Ronald was killed. He took a bullet to the stomach while about to repair the wire in the front of the trench he was in. Coincidentally, The Usual Suspect, who everyone is probably subscribed to by now, spoke about someone on the other side of the spectrum.
“There’s gunfire out of nowhere, and soon it’s a squad on one rooftop against the enemy on another rooftop. “Chaz” returns fire with his SAW and watches as his rounds smack into some guy’s ribs. He shakes for the rest of the day.”
The Downward Spiral
For the few of us that death still affects, when we hear of someone being shot we only seem to think of the victim, after reading that paragraph, it made me think of others too. Taking someone’s life would be a feeling I don’t think I could ever come to terms with. Inflicting pain on those close to that person would fill me so full of guilt I wouldn’t be able to bear it. No justification would be able to satisfy that guilt either. But that is what the military does. Our soldiers shoot other soldiers for our government. They do it to prove that our country is better than theirs and we should have control over the situation. But really it is, our country has better training facilities, or our country has more resources to send to beat up another country. And the reports that come in are just numbers.
In Period 6 of the Iraq Coalition Casualties Count, the United States had 858 deaths in the last 367 days. That is 858 families effected by this war more than just a raise in gas prices. That’s 858 people that can’t be hugged or laughed with or slept next to at night. These broken families have sacrificed so much happiness for something that isn’t really thought about, past looking at the number.
No one in my family has ever, “died for a cause” but I can image that it really sucks
….especially when you don’t whole heartedly agree with the cause in the first place…