My reflections on traveling through the region of France that was invaded on D-Day June 6, 1944 by Canadian, British and American forces.
I felt an impossible yearning, to have been there, to have fought evil, at a time before ambiguity,
when "They" were bad and "We" were good. The last "righteous war." One that we had to be fought as the consequences of not joining in the conflict was too devastating to comprehend.
I have since come to understand that it is that dichotomy that fuels all wars. It is often express religiously... that God is on our side, or that it is God's will that we fight and kill the evildoers.
I realise now that I was yearning to have a sense of meaning that is one of wars most addictive and seductive traits.
I felt an impossible yearning, to have been there, to have fought evil, at a time before ambiguity,
when "They" were bad and "We" were good. The last "righteous war." One that we had to be fought as the consequences of not joining in the conflict was too devastating to comprehend.
I have since come to understand that it is that dichotomy that fuels all wars. It is often express religiously... that God is on our side, or that it is God's will that we fight and kill the evildoers.
I realise now that I was yearning to have a sense of meaning that is one of wars most addictive and seductive traits.
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