Last night the War came to an end and the men were beginning to return home. Many having been away for four years or more, returning to family and loved ones who they no longer knew nor were they known.
One scene in particular struck me. A young lady volunteer was explaining to one such soldier how her volunteer organization had access to programs for retraining, even a married veterans club. He just stared then commented, in essence, "A married veterans club? Is that to help us pick up lives lost? Is that to help us forget what we've done and what we've seen?"
It was a strong episode, encompassing suicide, and those who badgered men into it. It covered the angst of the families not knowing how to deal with these men who had returned home haunted, damaged, forever changed.
Fast forward six plus decades and we still have war. Small towns and large cities are still burying the flag draped remains of those no longer haunted. A headline this morning reads 22,000 veterans called suicide line. Little has changed.
War goes on. Ethnic cleansing goes on. Jews around the world say of the Holocaust, never again and demand the world stand with them. Yet it continues. Bosnia and the Serbs not so long ago. Shiite versus Sunni now. Darfur. Who will be next? Men still go to war and they still return, but so many who bear no physical scars endure wounds so deep many will never recover.
As the Presidential campaign becomes more more and more contentious regarding patriotism and naivete and "real" understanding of what's at stake, I find myself becoming more and more impatient.
The next time the term "never again" is bandied about, I'd like it to be from a President who is not interested in prolonging a war for an undefined win, but rather one who promises us - and the world - "never again" will the United States initiate an unprovoked war. Never. Ever.