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Ok, this is a little one - shot story I came up with. Basically, Hawkeye is
talking about the upcoming (I hope not) war in Iraq, and giving his
thoughts on it. Set in present day, so he's like, 83 years old, providing
he was approximately 33 years old when the war was over.
Contemplations of War
A funny thing, war. You know, WWI was "the war to end all wars". Boy, that really stuck. Then came WWII. Then my little stint in Korea. Then the Vietnam skirmish. Shall I continue?
Jeez, you would think that the political leaders of our countries would look at how many innocent lives were lost in past "police actions", and say, well, this isn't such a good idea. But no, they insist on a lovely little nuclear war that could blow up the world. But as long as the "enemy" dies with us, then it's OK, let's get this show on the road.
You know, if I was a younger man, I'd go to Korea, dig up that time capsule we buried, all those years ago, and bring it back here. So many memories. My wife and I couldn't look at it without crying, though, considering we're the only ones left. BJ's been dead for 8 years, Charles for 9, Colonel Potter for 23. Radar for 24. Boy, that one's a hit below the belt. Poor kid. But he shouldn't have been near those blades anyways. Let's see, who's left? My mind is definitely not as sharp as it used to be. Ah yes, my original partner in crime, Trapper John. 11 years he's been in the ground. Frank Burns, 15. Klinger, 8 years, Father Mulcahey, 5, and Sidney, 3. Henry Blake. 47 years. He's been dead longer than he was alive.(AN: I'm saying Henry was 45 when he died) Me and Margaret are the last ones around.
Anyways, I've gotten off topic. I've been doing that a lot lately. Anyhoo, I'd dig up that box, pull out the Father's boxing gloves, and mail them to Bush. It would probably be useless though, 'cause he's so dense he wouldn't understand. But I do.
Well, there's not much I can do about it. I've lived a long, relatively happy life. Been married 49 years now, and faithful every second of that, something I pride myself on. I've had great friends, great enemies. I've known great joy, great sorrow, great grief, great anger. I just wish I'd spent all my 83 years without war. One good thing about this one, however. Not a comforting thought, considering there are plenty who are. But I'm too darn old to be drafted.
The End.
Boy, that was hard. I had to calculate all the years the people have been dead - making my own assumptions on how old they were WHEN they dies, and such. I would really like your opinions on this whole subject - you can include them in reviews. Hint hint!
A funny thing, war. You know, WWI was "the war to end all wars". Boy, that really stuck. Then came WWII. Then my little stint in Korea. Then the Vietnam skirmish. Shall I continue?
Jeez, you would think that the political leaders of our countries would look at how many innocent lives were lost in past "police actions", and say, well, this isn't such a good idea. But no, they insist on a lovely little nuclear war that could blow up the world. But as long as the "enemy" dies with us, then it's OK, let's get this show on the road.
You know, if I was a younger man, I'd go to Korea, dig up that time capsule we buried, all those years ago, and bring it back here. So many memories. My wife and I couldn't look at it without crying, though, considering we're the only ones left. BJ's been dead for 8 years, Charles for 9, Colonel Potter for 23. Radar for 24. Boy, that one's a hit below the belt. Poor kid. But he shouldn't have been near those blades anyways. Let's see, who's left? My mind is definitely not as sharp as it used to be. Ah yes, my original partner in crime, Trapper John. 11 years he's been in the ground. Frank Burns, 15. Klinger, 8 years, Father Mulcahey, 5, and Sidney, 3. Henry Blake. 47 years. He's been dead longer than he was alive.(AN: I'm saying Henry was 45 when he died) Me and Margaret are the last ones around.
Anyways, I've gotten off topic. I've been doing that a lot lately. Anyhoo, I'd dig up that box, pull out the Father's boxing gloves, and mail them to Bush. It would probably be useless though, 'cause he's so dense he wouldn't understand. But I do.
Well, there's not much I can do about it. I've lived a long, relatively happy life. Been married 49 years now, and faithful every second of that, something I pride myself on. I've had great friends, great enemies. I've known great joy, great sorrow, great grief, great anger. I just wish I'd spent all my 83 years without war. One good thing about this one, however. Not a comforting thought, considering there are plenty who are. But I'm too darn old to be drafted.
The End.
Boy, that was hard. I had to calculate all the years the people have been dead - making my own assumptions on how old they were WHEN they dies, and such. I would really like your opinions on this whole subject - you can include them in reviews. Hint hint!
