Back in the late 60′s just before my dad died, he and my son sat together on a park bench talking. My son looked up into the sky and said “grandad Look, its a airplane”. My dad looked up and started talking to my son. I stood to one side listening fascinated while my dad told him of things that had happened since he had been born in the late 1800′s.
“I remember when I was child about your age” dad said to my son, “seeing a man walking in front of an automobile waving a red flag. It was the first car that I had ever seen. The man had to walk in front of the car carrying the flag, to warn pedestrians and horse drivers and riders. The noise that the car made, was so loud and unusual that it frightened horses and some pedestrians”.
Later when my dad was a teenage boy, he told of reading about two young men in North Carolina who had flown the first airplane. Dad thought that this was the most amazing thing ever.
My dad told of the time as young man when he went fight a terrible war with the new airplanes, the first tanks and the biggest guns ever made. Dad told how he was wounded three times. Once by machine-gun fire, once from arial bombing and once from mustard gas inhallation.
Dad was a patriotic young man of his day, who proudly came home from that war to find his country in economic dissaray with no homes and no work for the returning soldiers. and the fervent pre-war promises of the politicians forgotten or ignored.
After spending 20 years struggling to support his growing family in a time of plenty for the rich and powerfull, another war started and he and three of his sons volunteered to fight a war that was once again declared to be just and honorable.
Dad told my son of the time during that war, when he had taken me to the back door of our house to watch London burning and how three days later, an older brother carried me out of our burning house with my hair on fire. My son asked “why did they do that Grandad?” Dad replied that “when people go to war, lots of ordinary people get injured, lose their familes, homes and belongings, and that everyone is hurt or damaged in some ways”.
I stood and listened to my dad talking to a child, of the wonders of his life. I saw as his face grew firm at the telling of his war stories, and how his eyes lit up when he talked about the early cars, and the first airplane that he ever saw and how, as an old man he had watched in fascination, as a man walked on the moon.
Three days later, My dad died. I regretted that I had not taken time to listen more to his tale. But one thing that I do remember, Is the sadness in his eyes when he talked of war. And how he turned his face to hide tears when he spoke of his oldest son killed if France in the beggining of WWll.
I remember my dad only as a pacifist who had fought for his country when called and who watched his children growing into poverty, in a land of plenty ruled by a culture of class and race and social separation. He taught me that there was no shame in being opposed to any war. His life had shown him that war does not solve any problems either political or social, no matter how just or honorable. He challenged me to stand firm when some politician would call for war, and to resist injustice and falsity as an excuse to fight. I learned from him, that when a politician decides to go to war, there will always be one group which stands to benefit. They are not the working poor, the emigrants the minority cultures or the socially disadvantaged. It is the rich who profit from imense wealth created from war, and who feed on the false patriotism and glory, from which the young who fight the war will derive no financial benefit.
I look today at a modern world as different to me as the first car and the Wright brothers flight was to my dad and although I have served in the military, I am and have always been a pacifist.
George W. Bush dishonors his father by starting a war in which the prime aim is not even just and honorable, but purely for personal enrichment for him and his followers. I am not a coward or ashamed to stand and declare the war in Iraq and its terrible toll on people is wrong. I am not a traitor or disloyal to my country in opposing the blatant war profiteering on the bodies of dead Iraqis and American soldiers. On the contrary I am proud to stand and say that the policies of this administration, offend and denigrate Americans and free thinking people everywhere. The Rupublican efforts to divert the intention of the constitution and the bill of rights in pursuit of profit and power is an affront to all Amercans.
I dread the day when I shall sit with my grandsons and tell them that between my fathers life and my own, nothing has changed. Rich men still order the sons and daughters of the poor to fight to defend a system that has no concern for them.
I have just one hope, that maybe. Just maybe, this generation will have the courage to stand before history and declare in the the words of Cheif Joseph of the Nez Perces in the year of my fathers birth, “From this time forward, I will fight no more forever”. Dare I hope that history at last will think kindly of us?
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