I'm going to write about something i never felt applied to me, a topic i don't know much about but want to express thought towards because it surrounds me everyday, something that surrounds us all and yet, we've all gone blind to see.
Tonight, I watched the film, Lone Survivor which is a movie based on a true story about soldiers in Afghanistan who went to fulfill a mission but rather, found themselves in a whirlwind of hell.
Generally speaking, Hollywood has a funny way of re-creating war. Typically they're intense but, i relate its intensity with the noise rather than that which is being portrayed. I've never been to war so i've never felt the extremities of it, nor have i tried to place myself in the shoes of someone who has. I don't know if it's the way this film was made or just the idea that i felt the need to do this, but i tried to replace the individuals in this film with someone i know or someone i could pretend to know... and come to my surprise, I felt complete remorse for have never fully appreciating the decision a soldier makes when going to war.
My initial impression of individuals joining the military, is that they do it with the intention and outlook of being able to have money for school, great benefits and future job opportunities. I know that sounds wrong of me to say, but i'm not the only one who hears this or maybe even believes this. A soldier reading this might say, "I do it for my country, you silly (or more honest term) dumb ass girl" and if that be the case, you appear to me as one of the few. Now i'm not saying our soldiers don't fight for our country, i'm just saying that I don't think it's until they're recruited that they fully understand that their petty reasons to join the military, are not the reasons they're there to fight.
Our world is so big and it's impossible to know everything good or evil that goes on within it.
My name is Tawnya Walton, and i live in Utah aka Happy Valley aka... a bubble.I don't know anything about whats going on in the war or any war for that matter. I've locked myself away from it because i hate the idea of being faced with the truth. I hate that there are evil people who kill over personal disagreement and over rights to have more power. I hate that kids are involved because of the influences left by adults who are supposed to be protectors. I hate that there are good people who die because of war and above all, i hate that somewhere out there, there is a "bad guy" who would shoot me because he's trained to, even though if he knew me or sat down and talked to me, he would probably appreciate my company and i, appreciate his.
I'm not an extreme hater (the term 'killer' sounds too much for my puss of a self to say). But by all means i'm not a lover either because i do have my dislikes.
I'm not perfect. People aren't perfect. The World isn't perfect.
Which is why i now understand why we have soldiers to fight for us. To fight for our land that would otherwise become a possible kill zone for others (not that it isn't already with gangs and criminals) but it's all we have. Our land and each other. So to our soldiers, my personal protectors whose names i do not know, and whose faces i'll never see.. Thank you for everything you do. Thank you for giving me the chance to look in a different direction and see beauty beyond comprehension that you've fought to protect. Thank you for my bubble.
And of course, my tribute to the anti-war protesters,
The world is inevitably a sad place. It's not getting any better by any means and there will always be a person with hate in their heart.So put your signs down, take your flowers out of the muzzles of guns and place them on a soldiers grave. Work on creating peace within the space around you, an arms reach, a miles distance. There's a lot of violence in America and a lot of love worth hitting close to home, so save the big talk for the big guns and let our soldiers take the seas by storm.
That is all.
Tonight, I watched the film, Lone Survivor which is a movie based on a true story about soldiers in Afghanistan who went to fulfill a mission but rather, found themselves in a whirlwind of hell.
Generally speaking, Hollywood has a funny way of re-creating war. Typically they're intense but, i relate its intensity with the noise rather than that which is being portrayed. I've never been to war so i've never felt the extremities of it, nor have i tried to place myself in the shoes of someone who has. I don't know if it's the way this film was made or just the idea that i felt the need to do this, but i tried to replace the individuals in this film with someone i know or someone i could pretend to know... and come to my surprise, I felt complete remorse for have never fully appreciating the decision a soldier makes when going to war.
My initial impression of individuals joining the military, is that they do it with the intention and outlook of being able to have money for school, great benefits and future job opportunities. I know that sounds wrong of me to say, but i'm not the only one who hears this or maybe even believes this. A soldier reading this might say, "I do it for my country, you silly (or more honest term) dumb ass girl" and if that be the case, you appear to me as one of the few. Now i'm not saying our soldiers don't fight for our country, i'm just saying that I don't think it's until they're recruited that they fully understand that their petty reasons to join the military, are not the reasons they're there to fight.
Our world is so big and it's impossible to know everything good or evil that goes on within it.
My name is Tawnya Walton, and i live in Utah aka Happy Valley aka... a bubble.I don't know anything about whats going on in the war or any war for that matter. I've locked myself away from it because i hate the idea of being faced with the truth. I hate that there are evil people who kill over personal disagreement and over rights to have more power. I hate that kids are involved because of the influences left by adults who are supposed to be protectors. I hate that there are good people who die because of war and above all, i hate that somewhere out there, there is a "bad guy" who would shoot me because he's trained to, even though if he knew me or sat down and talked to me, he would probably appreciate my company and i, appreciate his.
I'm not an extreme hater (the term 'killer' sounds too much for my puss of a self to say). But by all means i'm not a lover either because i do have my dislikes.
I'm not perfect. People aren't perfect. The World isn't perfect.
Which is why i now understand why we have soldiers to fight for us. To fight for our land that would otherwise become a possible kill zone for others (not that it isn't already with gangs and criminals) but it's all we have. Our land and each other. So to our soldiers, my personal protectors whose names i do not know, and whose faces i'll never see.. Thank you for everything you do. Thank you for giving me the chance to look in a different direction and see beauty beyond comprehension that you've fought to protect. Thank you for my bubble.
And of course, my tribute to the anti-war protesters,
The world is inevitably a sad place. It's not getting any better by any means and there will always be a person with hate in their heart.So put your signs down, take your flowers out of the muzzles of guns and place them on a soldiers grave. Work on creating peace within the space around you, an arms reach, a miles distance. There's a lot of violence in America and a lot of love worth hitting close to home, so save the big talk for the big guns and let our soldiers take the seas by storm.
That is all.
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