The World At War

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I do not know the exact time or date that the first strike occurred or when the first barrage of deadly salvos were fired, or how. I do not know the name of the first casualty of the war, nor the place where they are interred, or who they left behind.

THE WORLD AT WAR

By Al Garcia

I do not know the exact time or date that the first strike occurred or when the first barrage of deadly salvos were fired, or how.  I do not know the name of the first casualty of the war, nor the place where they are interred, or who they left behind.

That is the horror of war – too quickly forgetting the names, the faces, the places of the fatalities, and of the aggrieved families and friends -- casualties forever affected and wounded.  All that one ever remembers about war are the numbers -- increasing and ever-changing.  Emotionless, cold numbers.  And, of course, we have the certainty of a cold stone monument being erected in remembrance and reassurance of the supremacy of one over the other, when this war is over.  Governments always seem to have time, money and people to plan and to handle such frivolities. 

Wars are all the same -- an exercise in chaotic confusion, bewilderment, uncertainty, high anxiety and uneasiness.  Usually confined to a designated expanse of territory or region, the vulgarity of war is usually well-defined, outlined and fought with designated rules of play.  The cruelty, indecency or callousness of annihilating or obliterating human life, which is left to the imagination and depravity of each participant.

On this third day of April, in the year 2020, we find ourselves enmeshed in a war with no boundaries, no barriers, no designated region or territory.  It is a world war of epic proportions and dimensions.  It is a war that has conscripted the entirety of the human race – raw, unarmed and untested individuals of every race, of every age, of every physicality – strong, weak, disabled, mentally or physically challenged, or newly born. 

The days becoming weeks, and the weeks becoming months.  And the enemy advances, while the absurdity of the cause and the solution continues to confound and stun the isolated and perplexed combatants across the globe.  The only defense is “shelter in place,” like the childish game of ducking under a desk in case of an atomic bomb.  Well, we’re ducking, and it’s not working.  The war continues, the casualties rise, and the fear and dread begins to take its toll.

Wars are usually fought with well-stocked munitions and well-planned policies, plans and strategies to route the enemy and achieve a victory, however great or small, to help raise the confidence and the morale of those fighting on the front lines. 

This war is unlike other wars the world has known and fought.  In this war, one side – our side – has no munitions to help defend itself.  We have no generals to seize command or control of the situation.  We have no special forces, other than the brave men and women in our hospitals, nursing homes, fire and police departments, and laboratories across the world, all ill-equipped and struggling to stay alive in the middle of the enemy’s encampment.

And through the haze and maze of confusion and diffusion of conflicting information and disinformation by competing voices emanating from 151 or so governments around the world, and from a multitude of sometimes ill-informed, and too often confused local and regional authorities, only one solid thing has emerged.  There is no one in charge.  No high command or five-star general to oversee the battles across the globe.  No plan, except for daily changing strategies dictated by the advancing enemy and the casualties left behind. 

Even conscripted soldiers like us can see the incompetency and apparent corruption and egotism at the very top that is bungling and mismanaging the course of the war.  We seem to be simply following the enemy and picking up our wounded and our dead, instead of spearheading an advance here at home and across the globe to gather our best and our brightest minds and technicians in an effort to meet the enemy head-on and end this unsustainable war.

Too many have already suffered.  Too many have already paid the ultimate price.  And too many are grieving alone at this very moment, for parents, for brothers, for sisters, for husbands and wives, for sons and for daughters, and for friends and strangers, who died alone because no one took responsibility for ensuring our security and our safety.

And now we wait, for the daily changing war plans to be announced.  Always after the fact.  Always after another skirmish or battle was lost.  Always deflecting, never accepting responsibility or accountability. 

The world at war – and we are left to fend for ourselves – without ammunition, without protective equipment, without a leader to lead the world, and without hope that things will change.  All because of egos, greed, deceit, and incompetence – all while we watch the world burn from the battlefield – our homes, our towns and our cities.


Submitted: May 23, 2021

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