I refuse to praise the "glory" of war, though understand its occasional need. I decry the utter waste of human life and potential in the pursuit of power or glory. I spit on the leaders, politicians, and diplomats who would rather stand on "honour" than seek peace. I revile the media, which publish stories of "glorious" battles and lie about reality to appease their political and financial masters. I hate, truly hate, the military financial machine that seeks profit from death. I weep in memory of those who died for another man's glory.
Those who fell are not our "glorious" dead; they simply are our dead. Nothing more. Lost to us through other men's folly and hate.
I praise the bravery of men and women placed in untenable situations by those who have the power to not do so. I praise the protesters who stand up for truth against the machinations of their country's powerful.
