ugh
I'm having one of those days where i can't focus on anything. I start to do something and I get sidetracked and then sidetracked again and end up with 47 things started and not finished and then there's no motivation to finish them because I'm tired from starting all that stuff. Hmmm. I have this list of stuff stuck to the wall beside me that is looking me in the face and screaming at me to get something done, and I just don't have the gumption to do it. It's my day off, you know? That always makes me want to do more. Plus I didn't get up and work out this mornig, which is always part of my motivation when I do. So as far as life goes today, I suck.
I wrote a big long letter to an old friend of mine in HS that is serving in Iraq right now. I got to tell him about all the the things that have been going on in my life in the past 4 or so years because i haven't talked to him in a long time. I hope that it's not too tedious to read for him. HOw different this generation is from the last. I even left my email address because some of the soldiers have internet access over there. How awesome for the families to be able to communicate that quickly.
I guess a question that has been running through my mind is why do we have to fight this way? Even beyond the reason we are there and blah blah blah, why do we insist on killing eachother? What, in the end, is truely accomplished? For instance, take an American soldier, put him in different clothes, and all of a sudden a whole different group of people are shooting at him.
Families have holes torn in them, a nation is divided, and nothing is really changing. I've just finished the Band of Brothers series, one they ran on HBO a few years ago about WW2. There is a scene that they liberate a concentration camp, and the American soldiers didn't even know what it was. I guess our generation takes for granted the knowlege of these camps. It's in our history books. In the classroom history that is given to us the biggest issue, the one that stood out in my mind, is the fact that Hitler allowed and started the torturing of people, burning, starvation, barbaric medical testing on men and women as though they were lab rats; these things are now widely known and make my blood run cold, and I wasn't even alive then. The men who put their lives on the line in WW2 didn't know that this was going on. They only knew that Hitler was bad, he was invading people, the tip of the iceberg. And yet they went, without question, to fight and die for people they had never met. We, in this generation, as horrible as it is to watch our brothers and sisters fighting overseas, have no comprehension of this type of cruelty. None. Not to diminish what our soldiers are doing over there, not by any means. I honestly question if I could do the same. But I wonder, are we made of the same backbone that these men and women were? Could I have stood it? I pray that I could have, and more ferverently I pray that I'll never have to find out.
I wrote a big long letter to an old friend of mine in HS that is serving in Iraq right now. I got to tell him about all the the things that have been going on in my life in the past 4 or so years because i haven't talked to him in a long time. I hope that it's not too tedious to read for him. HOw different this generation is from the last. I even left my email address because some of the soldiers have internet access over there. How awesome for the families to be able to communicate that quickly.
I guess a question that has been running through my mind is why do we have to fight this way? Even beyond the reason we are there and blah blah blah, why do we insist on killing eachother? What, in the end, is truely accomplished? For instance, take an American soldier, put him in different clothes, and all of a sudden a whole different group of people are shooting at him.
Families have holes torn in them, a nation is divided, and nothing is really changing. I've just finished the Band of Brothers series, one they ran on HBO a few years ago about WW2. There is a scene that they liberate a concentration camp, and the American soldiers didn't even know what it was. I guess our generation takes for granted the knowlege of these camps. It's in our history books. In the classroom history that is given to us the biggest issue, the one that stood out in my mind, is the fact that Hitler allowed and started the torturing of people, burning, starvation, barbaric medical testing on men and women as though they were lab rats; these things are now widely known and make my blood run cold, and I wasn't even alive then. The men who put their lives on the line in WW2 didn't know that this was going on. They only knew that Hitler was bad, he was invading people, the tip of the iceberg. And yet they went, without question, to fight and die for people they had never met. We, in this generation, as horrible as it is to watch our brothers and sisters fighting overseas, have no comprehension of this type of cruelty. None. Not to diminish what our soldiers are doing over there, not by any means. I honestly question if I could do the same. But I wonder, are we made of the same backbone that these men and women were? Could I have stood it? I pray that I could have, and more ferverently I pray that I'll never have to find out.