Lest we forget
I went to the elementary school's assembly today, heard my girls sing, listened to the In Flanders Fields Poem, and some other readings. One class read out the song "war, what is it good for" by Bob Marley as a poem, I was a little shocked by that and felt personally embarrassed for the War Veteran we had sitting with us! I felt it was really inappropriate. I think out of our love for peace, our Country and I guess our school system thinks it is important to teach our kids that war is bad! The mom sitting beside me and the War Veteran asked him if he thought we would ever live in a time without war. He said no, never, without a moments hesitation. This man fought for our freedom and for other countries chance at freedom, he presently makes sure our kids cross the street safely and takes great pride in that. I felt that "poem" was so wrong. I felt it was a slap in the face for him and others who fought with pride for our Country. I am well aware of the effects of war, I have never had to live in a country while in the midst of a war and I know so many innocents are killed. BUT I do feel that war is a part of our world and at times necessary. It has been here since the beginning of time. As long as the world is being run by humans we will have war, out of our pure selfishness and resident evil that exists in so many. So to recite a song written by a war hating celebrity, war what is it good for absolutely nothing. I strongly disagree. It was good to free so many nations, free the Jews, free the South Koreans and so many more, how is that wrong? how is that something we should feel any shame or condemnation for? how is that "absolutely nothing"? should we aim for peace? absolutely, is it realistic? no.
don't know if anyone out there would agree with me on this but I felt so ashamed of our "PC" lifestyle this morning that would say we need to repeat the very poor words of Bob Marley in an assembly dedicated to honoring those who fought and fight for us.
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders Fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders Fields.
For those who fought and served, for those still serving today, I remember, I will remember and I will teach my kids the honor it is to remember.