One of the most disgusting things for me is the indignation of war criminals and their fans over anything that either besmirches their honor or brings them any sort of harm in regards to the wars they've waged. You literally participated in the destruction of another's home, their everything, you left nothing sacred and at the end of it all you got to go home.
But then of course they cry 'but they can't really go home, they take the scars of those battles with them wherever they go!'. Awful people with minds like children.
The people of Asia suffered horrifying ordeals, ordeals so bad I was grateful that at least as bad as it got in Afghanistan and Iraq it still didn't compare, and what a thing to be grateful for; like being grateful for being punched instead of shot, or in this case being grateful for being shot instead of my entire family brutalized and butchered and forced to flee their homes to disgusting nations that participated in the wars and are indignant that their victims should seek safety on their shores, indignant despite not even being the receivers of most of the refugees save for Germany.
We talk anti-imperialism here all the time, but honestly none of us can fathom how horrific any of these wars were. We can read about it, but the horrors were felt hour to hour, hour to day, hour to week, every moment felt because if you were fortunate not to have suffered the violence of war yourself, others in your family most assuredly did, your neighbors and even people living on the outskirts of your town or village whom you didn't know personally but were aware of. The horrors of war brought starvation, brought injustices you had to live with because you were never going to be able to take it to court, brought an end to your country in a way it could only take decades to recover if at all, and in the case of Vietnam lingering death in the form of agent orange and landmines.
Meanwhile the soldiers went home, were able to get proper medical attention if they needed and wanted it, therapy if they could afford it, family who were all in one piece, cities and towns that weren't ravaged by what you helped bring to others, and instead the ability to cry about horrors at your luxury. Your victims were forced to go back to their lives and to try and salvage what's left of the bones and char to have something left, if not for themselves then for their loved ones that still remained.
I'm glad I can't fathom what these people go through, just the hint of it makes me bitter and hurts like hell.
One of the most disgusting things for me is the indignation of war criminals and their fans over anything that either besmirches their honor or brings them any sort of harm in regards to the wars they've waged. You literally participated in the destruction of another's home, their everything, you left nothing sacred and at the end of it all you got to go home.
But then of course they cry 'but they can't really go home, they take the scars of those battles with them wherever they go!'. Awful people with minds like children.
The people of Asia suffered horrifying ordeals, ordeals so bad I was grateful that at least as bad as it got in Afghanistan and Iraq it still didn't compare, and what a thing to be grateful for; like being grateful for being punched instead of shot, or in this case being grateful for being shot instead of my entire family brutalized and butchered and forced to flee their homes to disgusting nations that participated in the wars and are indignant that their victims should seek safety on their shores, indignant despite not even being the receivers of most of the refugees save for Germany.
We talk anti-imperialism here all the time, but honestly none of us can fathom how horrific any of these wars were. We can read about it, but the horrors were felt hour to hour, hour to day, hour to week, every moment felt because if you were fortunate not to have suffered the violence of war yourself, others in your family most assuredly did, your neighbors and even people living on the outskirts of your town or village whom you didn't know personally but were aware of. The horrors of war brought starvation, brought injustices you had to live with because you were never going to be able to take it to court, brought an end to your country in a way it could only take decades to recover if at all, and in the case of Vietnam lingering death in the form of agent orange and landmines.
Meanwhile the soldiers went home, were able to get proper medical attention if they needed and wanted it, therapy if they could afford it, family who were all in one piece, cities and towns that weren't ravaged by what you helped bring to others, and instead the ability to cry about horrors at your luxury. Your victims were forced to go back to their lives and to try and salvage what's left of the bones and char to have something left, if not for themselves then for their loved ones that still remained.
I'm glad I can't fathom what these people go through, just the hint of it makes me bitter and hurts like hell.