Peace On Earth Was All It Said
Happy Monday off!
I know, I shouldn’t make light as I have many a family member to remember, today, a few of which are tucked safely into the earthy confines below Arlington’s national greenery. How to blog about it, though?
I thought about listing all of my favorite amazing war related books (like The Tiger’s Wife, Between Shades of Gray, The Hunger Games and Maisie Dobbs) but I feel like, oddly, I’ve been talking about war books a lot, this year, just with my reading selections adding up as they have.
It (the mild war and peace obsession) is actually what I see as a former flame (my somewhat dusty B.A. in political science which I was going to use to personally solve the Middle East crisis…) coupled with my family’s odd history of being in the wrong places at the right time be it battle field, small Ukrainian village, Mayflower or statehouse.
I suppose it’s strange for those who know me well, to read about my love of war stories. But, see, the thing is, I don’t think that my fascination, nor anyone’s really, is so much fixated on promoting war as it is figuring out the reasons we all fight. Power, money, fear and safety are the big umbrellas but it’s breaking those down until we all feel fulfilled and at peace enough to have, well, peace.
I certainly can’t figure it out, on my own, nor, sadly, have any of my favorite writers.
I think, instead, I’ll leave it to my lovely man Donovan (who our very peaceful pit mix was named for, by the way). His song plays to the unending heroics but fairly uselessness of war and though I see no end in my lifetime, a girl (and her hound) can always dream.
He’s five foot-two, and he’s six feet-four,
He fights with missiles and with spears.
He’s all of thirty-one, and he’s only seventeen,
Been a soldier for a thousand years.
He’a a Catholic, a Hindu, an Atheist, a Jain,
A Buddhist and a Baptist and a Jew.
And he knows he shouldn’t kill,
And he knows he always will,
Kill you for me my friend and me for you.
And he’s fighting for Canada,
He’s fighting for France,
He’s fighting for the USA,
And he’s fighting for the Russians,
And he’s fighting for Japan,
And he thinks we’ll put an end to war this way.
And he’s fighting for Democracy,
He’s fighting for the Reds,
He says it’s for the peace of all.
He’s the one who must decide,
Who’s to live and who’s to die,
And he never sees the writing on the wall.
But without him,
How would Hitler have condemned him at Dachau?
Without him Caesar would have stood alone,
He’s the one who gives his body
As a weapon of the war,
And without him all this killing can’t go on.
He’s the Universal Soldier and he really is to blame,
His orders come from far away no more,
They come from here and there and you and me,
And brothers can’t you see,
This is not the way we put the end to war.