I remember as if it were yesterday my Mom crying, the keening, the ancestral Irish wailing of her mother’s people, a soulful wound disgorged by screams and tears, when she learned my Dad’s brother, Charles, died of internal bleeding.
Years earlier, my uncle Charles had been shot in the chest in World War II in Italy and captured by the Nazis.
Charles was denied a blood transfusion in a Bronx hospital that would have saved his life.
President Woodrow Wilson promised that World War I would be the war to end all wars. It was not.
President Dwight D. Eisenhower, Supreme Commander of the Allied Forces in WWII, said, “There is no glory in battle worth the blood it costs.”
The “blood it costs” is the lost life of a spouse, sibling, child, relation, close friend, a loved one, leaving survivors bereft, never to know those they loved alive again.
Each of us would likely risk our lives, perhaps without a thought, on impulse, or instinct, for someone we love, to risk our life for one who makes our life whole and meaningful.
But would you do it for a nation-state hell-bent on exploiting the resources or citizens of another nation? Continue reading