I often find myself with emotions torn on these “patriotic” holidays. Fifty years ago, the war in Vietnam was front and center. Many my age who were there still suffer unimaginably.
Today many wars—even if undeclared let’s call them what they are—simply lurk in the background, nearly forgotten in the banality of the daily news by nearly all of us nearly all the time. The suffering, however, continues every day on all sides—not just soldiers, mainly women and children—while politicians preen and posture and shareholders profit from it all. “Where have all the flowers gone?”
As the sun greets the morning sky, I try to see the world as it really is—beautiful beyond imagining and at peace—but this morning it seems impossible.