“Never think that war, no matter how necessary, nor how justified, is not a crime.”
― Ernest Hemingway
In honor of Canada’s Remembrance Day, I wanted to make a special post, meant to remind us of two things:
1) Real people fought, were both heroes and monsters, and died for their country in wars
2) Wars, no matter why they were started, can never be good
People die in wars. On occasions, it is civilians whose lives are taken by a mistake, miscalculation, or, on some terrifying occasions, on purpose. However, the death of soldiers is not only consistent, but required.
This horrid word contains death carefully enclosed in its meaning. Though much shorter than the word murder, and with a much less emotional impact on the average person, war carries with it stronger impact and darker meaning.
If the repercussions of wars would be noises, none of us would be able to sleep, as we’d all be tormented by the constant cries of wars’ impacts.
I came across the story of a Canadian soldier, Arthur-Joseph Lapointe, which you can read by clicking here.
This man fought for Canada during the First World War, and saw on the front things that not even our most wicked nightmares would ever be capable of depicting.
He lived his days among corpses, many of which he had gotten a chance to see when they still carried life in them. He saw death and lived in it.
Sadly, the arms of death can stretch over oceans, and Lapointe discovered this because, upon his return home, he learnt that five of his siblings had passed away due to a flu epidemic.
It is almost impossible, even under the most powerful spell of creativity, to understand the depths of despair at which Lapointe must have sunk in his time on the front, and on his return to a home that was nothing like the one he had left behind.
The war had changed everything: both the inside and outside worlds of every soldier that had fought on the front.
And it still does so today…