I have seen many churches, cemeteries, war memorials, and museums etc. lately traveling through Europe. Spent a day two days ago on a battlefield. Saw where the mass graves were dug with the killed and bayonette wounded. Saw the stone to honor the dead.
All those mostly young men who never had a chance to live full lives, dead and mourned by folk now also dead and mostly forgotten, such terrible wastes of lives, so so deeply sad for me, in a beautiful Scottish moor, the gentle wind and bird song, where once a savage battle took place. All for a failed attempt at Scottish independence, about which the Scots will vote in November.
And the museums are filled up with weapons, armor, uniforms and metals, with all forms of military regalia.
All that passion of war for causes long forgotten, for political aims irrelevant today. And we still do it even now. Young men willing to die for country or for something, something as unimportant as tribes fighting over a cave or who gets to drink from what water hole.
There are meadows of incredible beauty to be found here where I now am in Scotland, a nation full of glory and honor, but those meadows require a living soul to experience their deep silent harmony. It seems to me that humanity has to be asleep to fight for anything. I read many many names of those who died in WW1 & 2. So so very sad. Win or lose, there are always meadows for the peasants who are forced to clean up the battlefields and bury the dead.
All those mostly young men who never had a chance to live full lives, dead and mourned by folk now also dead and mostly forgotten, such terrible wastes of lives, so so deeply sad for me, in a beautiful Scottish moor, the gentle wind and bird song, where once a savage battle took place. All for a failed attempt at Scottish independence, about which the Scots will vote in November.
And the museums are filled up with weapons, armor, uniforms and metals, with all forms of military regalia.
All that passion of war for causes long forgotten, for political aims irrelevant today. And we still do it even now. Young men willing to die for country or for something, something as unimportant as tribes fighting over a cave or who gets to drink from what water hole.
There are meadows of incredible beauty to be found here where I now am in Scotland, a nation full of glory and honor, but those meadows require a living soul to experience their deep silent harmony. It seems to me that humanity has to be asleep to fight for anything. I read many many names of those who died in WW1 & 2. So so very sad. Win or lose, there are always meadows for the peasants who are forced to clean up the battlefields and bury the dead.
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