I remember reading the Iliad by Homer, when I was a boy. It refers to the 10-year war between the Greeks and the Trojans, over a woman, Helen of Troy. The whole poem told the tale of the last year of the war, where the Greeks finally managed to enter Troy and burn her to the ground.
When I was a kid, I thought that this was what war was all about. Where glorious heroes, like Achillies, Odysseus, and others, battled all day, killing hundreds, if not thousands in one day. That the just ones won and the unjust lost. That there was not gray, but only black and white. That war was poetry, where the heroes returned home, and their tales were going to live forever.
But, one day, when I got older, decided to re-read the Heliad. And started reading between the lines. The Greek were not "the good" guys, and the Trojans were not "the bad guys". Both sides had their heroes, both sides had their bastards, both sides were right and both sides were wrong. And, I believe, this is typical in every war. And the Greeks may have won the war, but at what a price. None, absolutely none of the kings who lead the campaign returned home easily,or even alive. Achilles and Patroclus died on the battlefield, Ajax commited suicided disgraced, Odusseus took 20 years to get home, Agamemnon was murdered by his wife and her lover upon his return.
I understood then that war was not a contest. There are not winners and losers in the long run. There is no absolute victory, and there is pain, and suffering, and loss on both sides. Kings (and presidents and generals and all those who float to the top, like the bubbles when you throw a rock in a swamp) may have their name in history, but who remembers the poor buggers who die by the thousands in a battlefield?
I hate war. It seems to be the first and not the last resort of man, when trouble arrives. It makes us beasts, rejoicing the pain and the loss of others, hating people because someone tells us to do, makes a man kill another for no other reason because those fucks who rule can't find a way to communicate with one another. And these same are the bastards who stay behind while troops are killing one another, the ones who wear the only helmet on the battlefield,behind the only rock, screaming "Charge my braves!"
I hate war. And I hate seeing people taking it lightly, like it is just another show with special effects, just like another movie, where the bad guys stand up when the director says "Cut! Next time when you die, scream a little bit more". I am not a pacifist, I am not living in a Utopia, I am not saying that sometimes when push comes to shove and one must either fight or die, we should say "can't we all have a beer, throw a few punches around and forget the whole damn thing?". But that doesn't make me like it. And sure as hell won't clap for the guy who sees it as sport. You want to help your country? Do it. Don't gloat over it. And I am sure that there are hundreds of americans who try to help the whole damn mess down there, who stay up in hospitals and tend to ones in need. Why we hear none of that? Why we only hear about the ones who kill and not the ones who help?
I also appreciate your views. I know that you are proud of your country, and you damn well should be. You have a great country. But not because one of yours did a 3/4 of a mile kill. Not for that reason.