 War is the Ego gone wild....War is the absolute sham(e) on humanity.....unless one can deeply understand the reality of war...one has no business declaring, supporting, or cheering it on. Humanity remains at an infantile state, when war is an answer, a method or an end game. It is delusional to believe otherwise.
War is the Ego gone wild....War is the absolute sham(e) on humanity.....unless one can deeply understand the reality of war...one has no business declaring, supporting, or cheering it on. Humanity remains at an infantile state, when war is an answer, a method or an end game. It is delusional to believe otherwise.
On This Memorial Day /// Monday 26 May 2008For many of us who have known war, it has been years since we faced the insanity    of man's inhumanity to man. Yet, it haunts us still. It is the nature of war,    I think, that we can still recall with frightful realism, the rifle butt and    bayonet that forced a weary body to continue the seemingly endless trek of the    Bataan Death March, or appreciate the gentle beauty of a snowflake without recalling    the blood stained snow banks of the frozen Chosin Reservoir. Not a day goes    by, I think, that we do not recall the devastating screams of a comrade who    died in our arms while taking and then giving back a useless and desolate hill    top in the Central Highlands of Vietnam, or wake up screaming as we relive the    horror of the bloodstained streets of Fallujah.
     It is the nature of war, I think, that we shall never forget and need no holiday    to remind us. As warriors, we may know little of the politics of diplomacy and    international affairs. But no one knows war better than we who did the killing,    and the dying, and the remembering, and the grieving. For we are neither war's    initiators nor its beneficiaries, we are its victims.
     In war, we are conditioned to put aside the lessons of our youth, of our parents,    teachers, and clergymen who stressed the importance of compassion, understanding    and loving our fellow man. We are transformed into warriors capable of unleashing    untold horrors and devastation. The legacy of war, therefore, is not of honor    or glory, for such virtues can never be derived from causing the death and suffering    of so many of God's children. War is in fact hell as is living with the memories    and nightmares.
     On this Memorial Day, I do not celebrate the successes and victories of wars    long gone or those currently being fought, as war is not a cause for celebration.    Rather, it is a day like any other in which I remember and grieve the deaths    of those who fought by my side and those against whom I fought. The warrior    is conceived in the womb of battle, breathed life in the midst of suffering    and death, and lived, loved and hated with such intensity that life ever after    loses its meaning. I believe, sometimes, that death in war is benevolent, and    those who died more fortunate than we who are condemned to live as penance for    the sacrilege of war.
     This bond or brotherhood of the warrior, or better, of victims, is sacred to    us and it has become our purpose to ensure that those whose lives were sacrificed    on the beaches of Normandy, at the Pusan Perimeter, at Khe Sahn, and in Haditha    should never be forgotten. We certainly shall never forget them for they have    touched our lives so deeply, and their young faces visit us so often in our    dreams. And those of us who truly know war, will never allow others to forget    them either, nor profane their memory by using their sacrifices to encourage    other young men and women to march blindly off to battle for a cause that is    misguided or nonexistent.
     War has taught us that patriotism has its place as long as it is tempered with    reason. And war has taught us that the suffering of children who inevitably    do the fighting is so great that everything must be done to ensure that human    life never again be wasted on the field of battle. For isn't that why we made    our sacrifices and those that we allege to remember and honor gave their lives.    And war has taught us that when the frenzy of death and destruction has subsided    and the smoke of battle has cleared, amidst the death and suffering that remains    there are no winners, only shattered lives and grieving families and loved ones.    And war has taught us that if those of us who know the insanity of war find    solace in embracing the fantasy of glory and heroism and allow those blinded    by greed, hatred, misunderstanding, and misguided patriotism, to again place    our children on the battlefield unnecessarily, the very survival of our nation,    perhaps, even of our species, may well be placed in jeopardy. War has taught    us this.
     We must mark this Memorial Day, then, not with parades and air shows that celebrate    the instruments of destruction. Nor with picnics or sales at the mall. Rather,    we must use it to remind all Americans of the tragedy of war, of its futility    and waste. We must make them understand, distasteful though it may be, the true    nature and the lessons of war.
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     Camillo "Mac" Bica, Ph.D., is a professor of philosophy    at the School of Visual Arts in New York City. His focus is in Ethics, particularly    as it applies to war and warriors. As a veteran recovering from his experiences    as a United States Marine Corps Officer during the Vietnam War, he founded,    and coordinated for five years, the Veterans Self-Help Initiative, a therapeutic    community of veterans suffering from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. He is a    long-time activist for peace and justice, a member of the Vietnam Veterans Against    the War, and a founding member of the Long Island Chapter of Veterans for Peace.    Articles by Dr. Bica have appeared in Cyrano's Journal, The Humanist    Magazine, Znet, Truthout.org, Common Dreams, AntiWar.com, Monthly Review Zine,    Foreign Policy in Focus, OpEdNews.Com, and numerous philosophical