I went to bed last night after reading scripture with my wife, as we often do, and instead of drifting into a long, needed sleep, I was haunted by an idea.
I’m once borrowed Memoirs of a Fox Hunting Man and found the world it described idyllic. Such a tragedy that it was destroyed. When I was younger I saw some romance in it, but reading Paul Fussell, The Death of the Ball Turret Gunner and other such literature cured me.
In high school I had a WWII veteran driving instructor remark that he would like to see me in the military after he saw my aimless, diffident driving. I see what he meant but I’m still glad I never had to join any military or participate in a war.
I’m once borrowed Memoirs of a Fox Hunting Man and found the world it described idyllic. Such a tragedy that it was destroyed. When I was younger I saw some romance in it, but reading Paul Fussell, The Death of the Ball Turret Gunner and other such literature cured me.
In high school I had a WWII veteran driving instructor remark that he would like to see me in the military after he saw my aimless, diffident driving. I see what he meant but I’m still glad I never had to join any military or participate in a war.
I don’t know about the Somme, but I’d I didn’t have kids I’d go back to Afghanistan or Iraq in a heartbeat.
My thing is, the fact that it's not a slamdunk decision is the biggest indictment of all. I put out a poll on Twitter and it's close