This phrase came to my mind as I was thinking about how to write this blog today. I felt it appropriate.
My current read is “American Warrior” by Gary O’Neal (with David Fisher). This book is very well written, I have finished page 31 and I have to read slowly and reflect upon it.
Like my friend, Charlie, Gary O’Neal became part of Special Forces. Unlike my friend, Charlie, Gary can talk about it. Gary is an assigned warrior in this lifetime, and I can sense his soul through this book. It is not an unworthy thing to be who we are, and Gary is a warrior.
My dad served in Korea. My grandfather in World War 1. All the wars are fought differently. All the wars have brought pain to those who served. But the soldier is a special breed. He (or she) is someone who served their country with patriotism and pride. And fear. All those who served know that it was not a matter of humanity, but of “kill or be killed” and that appears to be exactly what happened in Vietnam.
I do not justify war. War is sending young men to their fate, while the leaders talk about power and money. Where are the leaders of yesteryear, the years of courage and bravery, the Bravehearts, the kings that led the men into battle? Today we don’t even think of sending our leaders into these war zones, they are “at the front” in their mansions and government offices, dictating from a distance, and not only in America, but all over the world.
War is a part of the human condition. It’s our history. It’s a part of the human society, it’s sad to say. But we can learn from them. We can learn to accept and love, recognize that which we have to do to survive, what we have to do to experience the world, whether our own, or the world through others experiences.
I appreciate the warrior. I regret the mistakes human society has made, war only being one of them. But at this point, until I can determine otherwise, that’s the way that it is. Doing our best. No matter what we are called to.
God bless the warrior and the Gary O’Neals that are called.