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Originally Posted by madicarus2000
I agree with you on the above statement.
This is where differ. I feel that if an administration puts US in the postion you described above, it is our Right and Duty to speak out when these wrongs are committed and try to force change. What else to we have, just be quiet and sit in our rooms and “hope” change happens. No, you protest, you force change. Protesters are not the ones who make the decision to put soldiers in harms way, it is the ignorant leadership who likes the fight so they can “bring it on”.
Let’s see, what puts more soldiers lives at risk, people who say bring them home or people who say add more troops.
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Putting soldiers at risk, sadly, is asking them to do their jobs. When I served, I knew what I was in for. People who supported my enemies IN ANY WAY were, whether they wanted to admit it or not, engaged in putting my life at greater risk than if they had supported me in my admittedly distasteful mission -- (distasteful, because who, after all, WANTS war? Only a crazy person. It is a tragedy that the price of our freedoms is our willingness to engage those who want it taken away.)
A poem occurs to me in this context:
This is no Case of Petty Right or Wrong
by Edward Thomas
This is no case of petty right or wrong
That politicians or philosophers
Can judge. I hate not Germans, nor grow hot
With love of Englishmen, to please newspapers.
Beside my hate for one fat patriot
My hatred of the Kaiser is love true:–
A kind of god he is, banging a gong.
But I have not to choose between the two,
Or between justice and injustice. Dinned
With war and argument I read no more
Than in the storm smoking along the wind
Athwart the wood. Two witches' cauldrons roar.
From one the weather shall rise clear and gay;
Out of the other an England beautiful
And like her mother that died yesterday.
Little I know or care if, being dull,
I shall miss something that historians
Can rake out of the ashes when perchance
The phoenix broods serene above their ken.
But with the best and meanest Englishmen
I am one in crying, God save England, lest
We lose what never slaves and cattle blessed.
The ages made her that made us from dust:
She is all we know and live by, and we trust
She is good and must endure, loving her so:
And as we love ourselves we hate our foe.
(1915)