Father's Dislike
American hero, a man my
father would fucking hate, was a real golden ball boy. Olympic athlete, he saw
and did it all. Jessie Owens, Nazi Berlin, history being made.Making
history.Joined the air force. Flying Liberators over the Pacific,
bombing the Nips. Sent out
in a piece of junk, engine failure, into the drink.Escaped the sinking bomber.
Hell starts here. Weeks adrift in life rafts. Braving sharks, typhoons and
strafing Nip bombers. His mates died. Finally rescue, sent to hell,
again. Picked up by a Nip
ship.Taken to various prison camps.Beaten to an inch of his life, many
times.Seeing brutality and death, again. Finally, the hell of war was over.
Back to glory land to build a life. Later, returning to the land of Nippon, not
for
revenge but forgiveness.
Only his old jailer, named The Bird, refused to meet him. A story told, milked
by the Yanks, with a message: war is death, there is no glory. Forgiveness can
happen but is any of the shit necessary? Death, violence,
destruction, bloodlust
killing? Nothing is learnt, each generation gets it own war, death painting the
land red. And so it goes on. It will never end till the last heart stops
beating. Then peace will reign. In a world free of Man. Only then, will war be
over.
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