Zipperfish Zipperfish:
You do need to support the troops at all costs. They are not the ones who start the wars. Thye just go when they are told, no matter how bad. Nobody is out at Memorial Park in North Vancouver shoutiong "Let's hear it for British Imperialism! War is awesome, YEAH!"
Soccer tourney and hockey tourney on Remembrance Day this year. Not sure how I feel about that. OK, I guess, as long as they take their moment of silence.
But what does supporting the troops look like. Blindly cheering on the debacle in Astan, so that the sacrifices won't have been in vain? Supporting the troops there seems to me to be more about bringing them home once it became nation building instead of going after Bin Laden. We got that in the house of Commons with "no cut and run" yet cutting and running after all once even the Reformacons could see it was hopeless.
Here's what one veteran had to say on the subject:
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"You were just babies then!" she said.
"What?" I said.
"You were just babies in the war — like the ones upstairs!"
I nodded that this was true. We had been foolish virgins in the war, right at the end of childhood.
"But you're not going to write it that way, are you." This wasn't a question. It was an accusation.
"I — I don't know," I said.
"Well I know," she said. "You'll pretend you were men instead of babies, and you'll be portrayed in the movies by Frank Sinatra and John Wayne or some of those other glamorous, war-loving, dirty old men. And war will look just wonderful, so we'll have a lot more of them. And they'll be fought by babies like the babies upstairs."
So then I understood. It was war that made her so angry. She didn't want her babies or anybody else's babies killed in wars. And she thought wars were partly encouraged by books and movies.
So I held up my right hand and I made her a promise:
"Mary," I said, "I don't think this book of mine is ever going to be finished. I must have written five thousand pages by now, and thrown them all away. If I ever do finish it, though, I give you my word of honor: there won't be a part for Frank Sinatra or John Wayne.
"I tell you what," I said, "I'll call it The Children's Crusade."
She was my friend after that.