A story of love and the meaning of war

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Thomas Wurst was about to get out of the Navy. It was the early 40¹s. He was

stationed at a very safe harbor in Hawaii. He would go back to the woman he

loved in San Francisco, who was also in the Navy. Since she worked typing

death notices to parents, she was well aware of the ideal of taking care of

the fighting boys when they returned.

 

Then something happened, the safe harbor was bombed. Thomas was rotated back

into duty, to the wars end, many years later. He had to work the whole time,

all those years, as he was a key officer on an important little ship.

 

When he returned, he was, like many soldiers, rather damaged emotionally.

The Navy woman knew it was their duty to take care of the boys. So Joan

married Thomas when he returned, despite what everyone could plainly see.

 

I am born of that devotion, combined with the devotion of an Irish woman to

the Pope and Jesus. If it were not for these things, all of these things,

the damage of war, Irish values, the Pope, and Jesus, I would not be who I

am.

 

Now we are friends with those who my father fought. Now we drive their cars,

defend their land, and we are very close allies. Today I received another

royalty check from my Japanese agents, who put my code and other things into

Japanese Astrological websites and cell phones. It¹s small, but it strikes

me as odd, and brings awe about history, and my fathers life.

 

One day, we will have friends from places we currently fight. The sacrifice

of those who first go to stop the separatism and build the bridges should

not be forgotten.

 

I am literally born of that ethic.

 

Today as a tyrant of the old Arab ethic dies, I pay homage to my mother, and

father, who lived and suffered to establish something we now take for

granted. We should not forget the past, rather, we should learn it, and

enshrine it in our hearts, for it is the ground on which we walk, it is the

life in our veins.

 

All the soldiers on both sides of current wars fight for what they feel is

right. In the end, it is unity that will win, for that is the lesson of

life, to join, not to divide. But our human plight takes us through these

battles in order to arrive there. Real soldiers do not hate the opponents,

for they understand the ethic well.

 

Napolean erected a memorial in France where the Celts took their last stand

against Rome, at Alesia. There, the monument states that ³we fought to

defend the honor and dignity of Gaul (the Celtic Ancient France). But when

reversal came on the field, we embraced Rome and moved on².

 

So it will be ultimately, that we will all find again one day, slowly, that

we are one people, one species, on one planet, together. It is us, alone,

together, Sinn Fein.

 

 

 

 

 

Richard Edward Wurst