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For the past year, I have been writing something about the post-war experience, and the amount of research I did on WWII has left me...adjusted.
I don't know, maybe there is nothing noble about dying. There sure as hell isn't anything noble about killing. But there is immeasurable nobility in doing what needs to be done, when no one else is willing or can.
I think we carry a significant amount of pride and devotion to that war, because it was the last war that you could look at and say, "There! There is the villain! And we MUST be here. We must fight. It isn't a choice, or a strategy, or based on ulterior motives." No war since has carried such clear justifications and necessity.
And yet, even then, the horror of it all isn't diminished one damn bit.
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