Over the past few
weeks I’ve reminisced at my naiveness from those 22 years ago. And, been
thankful for it. This past September 11, my school-teacher nephew asked his
junior high students what the day meant to them. Many of them had never seen
pictures of “9-11” or knew the details of that tragic day – the start of a new,
different kind of war. I suppose that depending on the generation - and
situation - “war” may be defined by yellow ribbons and patriotism, by hippies
and protests, or by the latest Call of Duty game or television drama. My own TV
flips from SpongeBob and back to Fox news, depending on if my six-year old,
cotton-topped son is in the room. So, with his cartoon on pause, I asked him
last night, “Cole, what does the word “war” mean?” "Oh, you mean like a
thumb war?" he asked, with an excited grin on his face, ready to battle.
"Yes, buddy. That's exactly what I mean." For now, anyway.
Thursday, October 3, 2013
The Ages of "War"
January 16th,
1991. I was eleven. I clearly remember it was a Wednesday, as my mother had
tossed the idea of skipping mid-week church to hear President Bush speak on the
day’s events. America was officially at war. The word scared me – I suppose it
still does today. My heart sank and my eyes must have grown the size of silver
dollars as my mother, hiding the heaviness in her voice, quickly assured me “It
will be okay. There are wars all the time all over the world.” At eleven, my
only pictures of war were from drawings and stories in my history book and from
the faces of the men who stood at Branson variety shows when veterans were
recognized (I didn't realize my grandfathers served our country until years
later). But the history pages were black and white, many with mere sketchings
of past Presidents or military generals. The reality of the war playing
out on CNN, with reporters ducking for cover as the night raids brought rockets
and bombs, was redefining my ideas. Several months later when my classmate’s
dad was sent to Desert Storm, we all wrote him letters, colored yellow ribbons,
and sing-songed chants of “Peace in the Middle East.”
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