So It Still Goes

There is one thing about war that amazes me. It’s a fight against the same team. For a long time we have divided us into all kinds of races, nationalities, ethnics and a various of other sub groups and we don’t see or realize (or agnorisis) that we are all effectively the same, as the cliché constantly says. They are (we are) human beings fighting against human beings. I am not saying that wars have not a reason, they do and they are fought because we are driven into that in all kinds of ways, yet we are fighting each other. The same way we need to clean our planet and take care of it, by watching out for global warming, recycling, etc. It’s for humanity’s sake. Humanity’s sake also involves not killing each other, not diminishing each other, not disrespecting each other.

“Human beings in there were took turns standing or lying down. The legs of those who stood were like fence posts driven into a warm, squirming, farting, sighing earth.” (pg. 70) That’s infamy, and yet it’s nothing like what others have lived through. Some of the anecdotes of other’s suffering make me shiver, I don’t really like either reading descriptions of death not seeing them, and I feel as though my blood pressure drops. “There was another long silence, with the colonel dying and dying, drowning where he stood.” (pg. 66) I picture the colonel in agony, and I think to myself, he was just like me, a human.

So It Goes.