Hodge Podge

Re­mem­ber­ing

The McLeod River Post - - Points Of View - by June McInnes

Re­mem­brance Day again, sad to see the dwin­dling num­bers of old sol­diers in their smart out­fits. We owe a great debt to them. Not enough help is given to them ei­ther in my opin­ion, a lot live on the poverty line. Shouldn’t it mean that if you served in the mil­i­tary you should have pro­vi­sions made for you to have a de­cent stan­dard of life if you man­age to sur­vive the war and come back home af­ter­wards? I be­lieve it should.

Also, free health care and den­tal, if you fight in a war and risk your life which let’s face it that’s all any of us have, one life then isn’t that risk so great that you should be re­im­bursed.

As a mother I feel the waste of lives that war causes, ev­ery day you see on the tele­vi­sion war torn coun­tries and pic­tures of peo­ple cry­ing, the cost of war is so great, it’s paid in blood and the cost is too high. War­lords telling you that blow­ing the arms and legs off chil­dren is ac­cept­able, wrong, it could never be ac­cept­able, how can killing your fel­low man be ever right? There is no such thing as a le­git­i­mate tar­get that’s hu­man or an­i­mal.

If I ever had three wishes the first would be as hammy as it sounds world peace for ever.

Man’s in­hu­man­ity to man is dis­gust­ing, sad­den­ing and turns my stom­ach.

When you have a child, as a woman, you grow that child in­side your own body, you feel it kick and turn, you come to love it be­fore you even see it. When it’s born you want two things, or I did, that was, one, to hold it and two, to love it un­con­di­tion­ally. Not to let some leader some­where de­cide it’s go­ing to be blown up in the name of a cause.

You teach your chil­dren right from wrong, you bring them up right, teach manners etc., Then some hairy id­iot from some­where de­clares war and forces ev­ery man old enough to join the army, you the woman are left be­hind, you wave them off with a lump of lead in your heart and tears in your eyes, your child, how­ever old he is goes to fight a mostly un­seen enemy, he might never see who fires that rocket and blows him up.

My grand­mother waved off four of her sons, it nearly killed her. Three went to the army and one to the navy. My un­cles ship was tor­pe­doed, and they tried to aban­don ship, men were jump­ing off from ev­ery­where to try to get away from the un­der­tow as she went down. Af­ter she was gone, the few men that sur­vived had to fend off sharks whilst wait­ing for help. A lot of my un­cle Ernie’s ship mates met a griz­zly end. He did sur­vive even though he was wounded, but it took him years to get over what he wit­nessed.

I don’t want an­other World War, I hope a lot of other peo­ple don’t ei­ther, it would be shorter I would imag­ine, a few nukes here and there and fin­ished, only the elite with the un­der­ground bunkers would sur­vive, but for what? If they did nuke ev­ery­thing, there wouldn’t be any­thing worth hav­ing any­way and def­i­nitely no food or wa­ter fit to con­sume. It would be the end. Man would have ren­dered him­self ex­tinct.

It would make a change from all the an­i­mals he’s helped go that way.

As a mother I’d like noth­ing more than to get my wish of world peace for ever But I don’t think I’ll ever get it sadly.

June McInnes

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