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Put a poppy on my empty grave.
Today we were marched into the Shirley Hall for a remembrance service. Old people proudly sporting glistening medals and solemn faces filled up the rows. A mini orchestra played Mozart in resplendent sobriety and everyone had been told to buy a paper flower. A hush fell round with instinctive silence and respect.

The whole thing was a rather disgusting affair. It reminded me of the scene in Apocalypse Now where all the soldiers have a service and pray as if theirs sins could be instantly absolved. They want forgiveness but won't stop to think from what.

| thou shalt not kill |

The army section stomped in headed by the beaming Beadle. They were the last people who should have attended. What the fuck is a death squad doing in a place where we remember those who died needlessly at their hands? They all ponced about doing fancy wheels in their bleached suits and swinging Union Flags around the place. I hated them all.

All armed forced are shits. In order to fight effectively, they are desensitised and brainwashed to the point of dogmatic nationalist fervour. They all say people died for us. Most of them died for no one and for nothing. Most of them were fucking bloodthirsty morons anyway. Since when did territory and nationality come before moral propriety?

And so I sat there throughout it all. Feeling a cold chill run down my back as the choir heartily sung the haunting harmonies of I Vow To Thee, My Country. And then, the booming echoes of the National Anthem shamefully shook round the hall. The people there all believed every word unaware of what it all meant.

"Lord God our Father,
we pledge ourselves
to serve you and all mankind,
in the cause of peace."

| for Queen and country |

War is a horrible, horrible thing. It wrenched at my guts to see all these people spelling out the future of humanity. What a bleak picture it is. Greed and prejudice reign victorious while united we all fall together.

    mood: hatred
    choon: Silverchair - Cemetery
Comments
From:turkeyphant [.]
Posted: Monday 11th November, 2002 at 00:16.50
 
"I wasn't trying to justify the mind numbing jingoism of much of the armed forces, I call them professionals to differentiate them from the poor bastard who gets drafted during wartime or signs up to pay his way through university."
Aren't we allowed to protest? Dodging the draft can't be that hard, and there are much more acceptable ways to raise some cash for a few years of drunkenness.

"Guess it depends how strongly you believe in whatever cause you may be fighting for."
Or how much you are able to withdraw yourself from the fact you may well cause the death of many human beings who have families and friends and might not have even wanted to be there in the first place.
From:massy [.]
Posted: Wednesday 19th March, 2003 at 17:05.24
 
"Or how much you are able to withdraw yourself from the fact you may well cause the death of many human beings who have families and friends and might not have even wanted to be there in the first place."

So you're perfectly happy to put through the orders to kill, or make the shells that kill, in "communications, manufacturing and other parts of the battle effort in a warring country" yet not to get your hands dirty, so to speak. That's just pant-wetting as opposed to any kind of moral stand.
From:turkeyphant [.]
Posted: Thursday 20th March, 2003 at 13:39.14
 Nice one.
Erm, that's exactly what I was saying... I clearly stated that equally serious moral implications would be incurred by involving oneself in such endeavours.

But then, how many people do I "kill" each day through inaction and greed?
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