THOUGHTS TO PONDER

The unimaginable loss of war has no cut-off point.

You young men have been nurtured to be the best of the best, here at home and at Eton, with a plethora of connections around the world.

Yet one bullet or bomb fired indiscriminately, in haste, hate or anger, ends it all for many.

Or does it? The lucky march home, heroes, to the bosom of family and friends. 

The wounded are slipped into hospitals, with PTSD and long-term disability care needs.

The unlucky, on many occasions, never see home again.They are buried in bloodied, mass, unmarked graves. 

Families are left with no ending of grief or closure, for generations to come. For some, wars never end.

Why is this necessary? 

Why are we, as human beings, incapable of learning, time after time, generation after generation, to turn our ambitions and feelings into good deeds for one another? 

We give prizes for designing this, that or the other. 

The potential is certainly there. I sometimes wonder if as humans we have never tamed the animal inside us; it just bursts out from time to time, causing mayhem and terror.

Wars are recorded, warped in the telling by the victors and marched into history with no change.

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