Herbert Hoover once stated that, War is old men talking, young men fighting. During the Vietnam War when the carnage tally was at its peak, George McGovern complained, I'm fed up to the ears with old men dreaming up wars for young men to die in. A journalist during the post 9/11 fighting in Afghanistan theorized that no one under fifty years of age should be conscripted. Save our youth was his call; send our 'old geezers' was his message. With great humour and an inherent grain of truth he wrote, The last thing the terrorists want to see right now is a couple of million old farts with attitudes. Hmmmm! Maybe he had something there.
Vimy Ridge was for me a poignant reminder of war's horrific claim on the young lives who should have been our country's future. My heart ached and aches after that visit. Remembrance Day as always will drive home that message.
Perhaps, I muse, we should make the politicians who declare war, fight them. Hey, George Jr., I imagine saying. So you say there are weapons of mass destruction in Iraq. Feel free to go get them, Sir! Can't you just envision his, Are you kidding me, glare?
I imagine a world in which only the retired or over fifty are asked to fight our wars and their responses.
Upon seeing the trenches in World War I: Are you kidding me? Muck, cramped quarters and dampness? Hell, my arthritis will kill me. Ah, nope, won't do it!
Or either side in the Battle of Britain training flight crews: Okay, let me get this straight; you want me to fit into that little cockpit? Do I have guns? Okay! Does the other side have guns? Are you kidding me? Pause. Ah, no. I think not. Nein!
Upon arrival in Korea, Iraq, Bosnia.....you choose. Could I get hurt? Are you kidding me? I have investments to look after. Nope, forget it!
When asked to fight in Afghanistan: Will I miss the Saturday night hockey game or next week's golf game? I probably will? You are kidding me, right? Sorry, then no can do!
Silly naive musings on a lazy Saturday afternoon yes, but I have to wonder what kind of world we would live in if two rules regarding war were universally accepted by every nation, fringe or terrorist group. Rule # 1. All leaders who declare war, must physically fight in that war. Rule # 2. All conscripts must be over fifty. A more peaceful world, perhaps. I like imagine a world in which, even if war were declared, no one would show up. You are kidding me? you laugh. Yah, I acknowledge. But what if?
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