So, I had a really bad dream last night. I saw someone die a sudden, brutal, and violent death. And I've seen enough of that in real life; I certainly don't need to see it in my dreams, too. Unfortunately, many people will die sudden, brutal, and violent deaths today. It bothers me that so many of these deaths are preventable (e.g., accidents), but what really bothers me—no, angers me—is that so many of these people will die at the hands of people whose sole intention is to kill them.
I guess this is a personal issue with me, because many people don't seem to be bothered by this at all. Perhaps I'm too sensitive?
The town I'm presently living in has a large Army supply depot located just outside the town's limits, and a lot of people who live in this town work there. In fact, the depot is (I think) the largest employer in town. And it's been very busy lately . . . ever since the wars began. Before then it was almost (literally) closed down. I imagine that if the wars ever ended virtually everyone who works there would be out of work. And there's not that many places in this town for someone to find work, other than the depot, especially these days.
I suppose this is the real issue we face in trying to end these wars: too many American's currently depend on them for their livelihood. I imagine that if I were ever to protest, locally, the wars, and this (local) depot's involvement in them, I would quickly become the most reviled person in town. I don't protest the wars locally, or the depot's involvement in them, (because my immediate family fears retaliation if I do, and I believe that I should respect their desire not to be involved) and so life, here, goes merrily on, just as the locals here would have it to go on: with most of the townsfolk busily involved in the task of supplying and resupplying our service men and women who (as the locals put it) are "bravely and heroically fighting for our freedom, over there".
Personally, I could never be involved with any aspect of the military-industrial complex, which former president Eisenhower warned us about. But many people seem to be quite okay with it. When I was younger I did serve in the military, but I certainly want no parts of it today.
Because I have spoken out against the wars, locally, in writing, I've been accused (by some of the locals) of being un-American, and, since I'm also a veteran, I've even been told that I am now "a disgrace to the uniform".
There's a guy, here in town, who has a pick-up truck with "America: Love It or Leave It!" painted on his truck's tailgate. (I suppose every town in America has a guy with a truck like this though, right?) I first heard the expression "America: Love It or Leave It!" a very long time ago, during America's long war in Vietnam. I was too young to go to Vietnam; the war was over by the time that I had enlisted (1976), on my seventeenth birthday. I've had many friends and acquaintances who served in Vietnam, some of whom enjoyed their time over there (some a bit too much), many who did not enjoy their time over there, and many who were simply glad that the war had finally ended and that they had managed to make it back home, alive.
One of my friends, who served in the Marine Corps, had come back from Vietnam with a heroin addiction, which he was still dealing with (via Methadone) some thirty years after the war was over. He also had a serious drinking problem. He told me, once, that he'd been okay, mentally, until he had been ordered to shell a Vietnamese village which (he and everyone else knew) housed only innocent civilians. He (they) did, and he was still suffering the consequences of it some thirty years after the war had ended.
At least the dead are at peace.