Post-Memorial Day Post
I’m not good military material: don’t care for violence, hierarchies, dressing alike, guns, or having a boss.
But hearing the stories of war yesterday on NPR stirred me, as it was supposed to. I thought about soldiers much of the day.
One of the things that struck me is how many of them think back to their wartimes as both the best and worst parts of their lives. The good part, it seems, was the intensity–the life-or-death seriousness–and the bonds with comrades, the willingness to risk literally taking a bullet for another.
Being whole-heartedly a part of something huge feels good to people. Acting with courage feels good, even on the home front, when it may seem that the stakes are smaller.