Giving War a Chance — FAIR

Remember the tune by John Lennon and the Plastic Ono Band……..”Give Peace A Chance”?

Well it seems that some on the Right in their opposition to the latest Iran deal are saying the opposite.  With Washington and its ilk in office will NEVER give peace a chance.  That is because none of them ever has to do the fighting.

These people which include such war notables as Dick Cheney and John Bolton are all too willing to take America into yet another disastrous war…..all for no other reason than to make the military-industrial complex happy and profitable, as well as to pay their debt to Israel for all their support (cash)…….

And that my friends is just disgusting!

Source: Giving War a Chance — FAIR

The problem I have is that these types, opponents that is,  start wars and put American troops into the fray and then turn their backs on them when they return… is as if these soldiers are nothing but a tool and when it is broken they discard them and go get a new one…..then they set off to plan the next use of military force….a vicious cycle that they will never allow to end.

7 thoughts on “Giving War a Chance — FAIR

  1. F yes…like system of a down insinuates..the higher rank or power, they won’t get their lives trampled…They should. Put THEM in a room and make them fight the war “games”…omgosh…you hit a nerve. I could rant forevah.

    1. I have written before that the leaders of warring countries should fight a duel or a boxing match or something equally appropriate…..and the winner take all….think of the lives saved.

  2. We came across a lad from A company. He was ripped open from his shoulder to his waist by shrapnel and lying in a pool of blood. When we got to him, he said: ‘Shoot me’. He was beyond human help and, before we could draw a revolver, he was dead. And the final word he uttered was ‘Mother.’ I remember that lad in particular. It’s an image that has haunted me all my life, seared into my mind.
    —An extract from Patch’s book The Last Fighting Tommy
    He recalled, with a sense of guilt, crawling across no-man’s land with the wounded crying out in agony all around him and just passing them by. He remembered the mud and blood of the battlefield as they advanced from Pilckem Ridge, near Ypres. He remembered the rats, the lice, the biscuits they were given as food but which were too hard to eat. He remembered coming across a still-living shattered bleeding wreck of a man who begged Patch to shoot him, but in the time of Patch’s indecision the man uttered the cry “Mother!” and died.

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