Sunday, December 29, 2019

The Battlefield


It is a shame we still have wars for no reason. We are not conquering land or ridding the world of evil or transforming cultures. We are keeping the explosive industry busy. We are also keeping the gravediggers busy.
My town was never bombed or invaded, but was left in ruins. When the threat of an opposing army coming, fires were started during the evacuation. The president came into smoldering rubble of a former capitol.
When I arrived reconstruction had been complete with many new changes and ever growing expansion, but all around were battlefields.
My friends and I would ride our bikes out to a wooded area or an empty field and find rusty bayonets and mini balls. Some would find cannon balls and use them for doorstops. A belt bucket find was a treasure.
These were just items used or discarded by armies walking through the area. A few more inches down there might be bones?
My friends and I would play on hills used for gun emplacements now grown over without markers indicating who was pointing at whom. Fallen trees had rotted and new trees hid where kids our age hid vowing to protect their homes.
Today there are live time images of towns and villages and cities decimated by rockets and bombs. Destructive power my ancestors could not have imagined. These are the new battlefields.
The images on social media show the screams and the blood and everyone is glad it is not we.
Will the refugees wandering to save their families from the mayhem come back to reconstruct broken buildings, roads and infrastructure?
Will the next generation play in empty fields and find mini balls?
 

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