I don't trust people who make bitter reflections about war, Mrs. Barham. It's
always the generals with the bloodiest records who are the first to shout what a
Hell it is. And it's always the widows who lead the Memorial Day parades . . .
we shall never end wars, Mrs. Barham, by blaming it on ministers and generals or
warmongering imperialists or all the other banal bogies. It's the rest of us who
build statues to those generals and name boulevards after those ministers; the
rest of us who make heroes of our dead and shrines of our battlefields. We wear
our widows' weeds like nuns and perpetuate war by exalting its sacrifices....
My brother died at Anzio -- an everyday soldier's death, no special heroism
involved. They buried what pieces they found of him. But my mother insists he
died a brave death and pretends to be very proud. . . . [N]ow my other brother
can't wait to reach enlistment age. That'll be in September. May be ministers
and generals who blunder us into wars, but the least the rest of us can do is to
resist honoring the institution. What has my mother got for pretending bravery
was admirable? She's under constant sedation and terrified she may wake up one
morning and find her last son has run off to be brave.
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