Dad
was a veteran. He fought from Pearl Harbor to the Philippines,
re-upping again and again because he didn't want to leave his
brothers behind. Unlike a lot of vets, he talked about the war. He
talked about it enough to shape me, to make me realize how bloody
evil war is. He told me about the guy who got his head blown off and
the six feet that the guy's decapitated body walked before it
collapsed. He told me about Japanese soldiers who strapped landmines
to their bodies and threw themselves under tanks. He told me about
rape, murder and cannibalism.
Dad
was 100% disabled by government standards. He once showed me the
paperwork that confirmed 60% of that disability was psychological. I
can't believe that anyone could come out of a ground war like that
without being psychologically damaged.
He
also taught me - without meaning to - that there are no heroes in
war. Soldiers can do heroic things. My dad did heroic things. He
saved lives and I don't just mean here on the homefront. I knew a guy
who owed my father his life. Dad pulled him from the burning wreckage
of a plane. My father escaped after two weeks in a Japanese prison
camp when he and two others overpowered guards and took their
weapons. One of those two others died during the fight. The other
took a different direction outside the walls and dad never knew what
happened to him.
My
dad also did evil things, stuff that I won't share here and stuff
that was in no way unique to him. Accepted policy and procedure
during wartime that you won't find written anywhere as well as some
things that weren't so accepted. He told me two or three years before
he died that if there was a Hell, he was going to it. That sort of
thing was a rare admission from him.
People
do what they feel they need to do in war. It brings out the worst and the best
in people, in individuals. I don't vilify my father in my heart. He
performed acts noble and vile. He was human in a nightmarish
situation. And I understand that the things that he and his fellow
soldiers did preserved our way of life here at home.
I'd like people
to educate themselves on what wars are really like so maybe we'll
have less of them and we won't need to put human beings anywhere in
the world through the meat grinder. I hope one day we see a Veterans Day where there are no veterans of war to thank because there haven't
been any wars in a lifetime.
In the meantime, my thanks to all our
veterans for their incredible sacrifices.
No comments:
Post a Comment