On Fields of Honor and Courage

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: War and Military  |  House: Booksie Classic

How cruel and brutal honor and courage can be. How cold and quiet and desolate are the fields where honor died, and courage veiled its pain. I have seen and felt the loneliness where boys and men crumpled, collapsed and died.

ON FIELDS OF HONOR AND COURAGE

By Al Garcia

How cruel and brutal honor and courage can be.  How cold and quiet and desolate are the fields where honor died, and courage veiled its pain.  I have seen and felt the loneliness where boys and men crumpled, collapsed and died.  And I have touched the ground where blood they spilled now grows the seeds of hope that they will never see or feel.

Too many times, honor betrays the spirit of the innocence of youth.  Too many times forced honor is mistaken for character and nobility, when in truth it is merely fear and trepidation by untested and unsophisticated minds and hearts, and circumstance. 

Courage sometimes an abstract and hallow tribute to the obscenity of the recklessness of bravery and valor in a moment of despair and hopelessness.  Courage sometimes confused with being sacrificed, abandoned, and eventually forgotten. 

There is a bitterness that has for so very long festered inside of me.  It is having heard the drums of war, and having seen, and heard and felt the agony, and now enduring the unhealed torment of having witnessed the worst of our untamed human instincts.  And in the end, it accomplished nothing.  It achieved no victories or triumphs that would in any way justify the cold and desolate fields of honor and courage, littered with broken lives, and with ghosts that now haunt my mind and soul. 

It is on fields of honor and courage that I, and many others, lost more than our innocence and our youth.  We lost our ability to feel honorable or courageous.  We lost a part of our humanness, and our ability to feel, to grieve.

We went into war as boys, and returned hollowed-out replicas of men.  Tired, defeated, disillusioned, wounded in body or in mind, and alone.  And the only thing we brought back with us, etched in our minds forever, is the blood-stained image of the endless fields of honor and courage.


Submitted: May 24, 2021

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