Today's 1932, 1936, 1938, 1939, 1940 . . .

Russia’s invasion of Ukraine, combined with the weak response from the West, parallels Imperial Japan’s invasion of China in 1932. Or is it Fascist Italy’s invasion of Ethiopia (Abyssinia) in 1936. Perhaps it’s Nazi Germany’s Sudetenland demands of 1938 and annexation of the rest of Czechoslovakia in 1939? Maybe it’s parallel to the German invasion of Poland later that same year, the Soviet invasion of Finland, Estonia, Latvia, and Lithuania in 1939-40, Hungary in 1956, Czechoslovakia in 1968, Afghanistan in 1979, the U.S. invasion of Iraq in 2003, Russia’s invasion of Georgia in 2008 or Ukraine in 2014. Now that I’ve listed those (admittedly missing many other examples) I have to say, there are a lot of parallels to pull from. In all cases, sovereign countries were invaded in wars of choice by those conducting the invasion.

What right does any country have to invade another? What right does any leader have to inflict harm on the civilians of another country? The answer is: None.

What obligation does the rest of the world have when yet another egocentric, self-isolated, dictator with zero regard for human life other than his own orders an attack on others? The answer is: We all have a responsibility to stand up and say “THIS CANNOT STAND.” If we fail to stand now, we will have to stand later for more cost, inducing more suffering, and we will hold the responsibility for all those extra who suffer because of the variance between standing now and then.

Standing against Russian aggression in Ukraine will be costly, both economically, and potentially in terms of human lives. Yet, not standing invites more aggression by Russia and others. The world learns from precedent. If those in charge of countries see little to no cost in invading their neighbors then this will not end here. In the 1930s the West was still shocked by the cost of what they referred to as The Great War (World War I) and no rational person wanted to have a second. Unfortunately, they were dealing with irrational people. We are in the same space today. Those who launched this war of choice are not acting rationally. They are acting from delusional fear. The world cannot allow a dictator’s personal fears lead anyone but themselves into suffering.

The rule of law, democracy, international law, and human rights demand we stand up as a United Nations again, like we did in the 1940s to stop this naked aggression. Ukraine was a founding member of The United Nations in 1945. Ukraine, like every other country, has the right to exist in peace and security. No other country, no matter if it has nuclear weapons or is a permanent member of the Security Council, has the right to act otherwise.

History does not repeat, but there are plenty of parallels. Let’s not condemn millions of people to suffering because we are too week to stop the parallels here and now. Stand with Ukraine against Russian aggression. Stand with the United Nations to support the right of states to exist. Stand with humanity to protect the lives of all the innocent civilians caught up in this tragedy brought to life through the mind of yet another dictator.

The Human Level

On Memorial Day we must all remember the true nature of war.

War is not a series of events on maps or a set of dates in a history book, or even a few words about an individual’s experience. Instead war is a personally enduring trial of what it means to belong to humanity.

Who are we as a species?

What differentiates us from others?

How do we identify, manipulate, and attempt to overpower others in our personal existence?

Can we resolve our differences of opinion in other ways?

I do not touch on those topics very much here. Instead, I simply seek to show the world war is only experienced on a personal level.

War is one person traversing time and space while feeling the moment of existence.

Whether it is positive negative, or neutral, all War is simply personal experience.

Until we can understand what each of these experiences is like for those within their confines, we cannot understand war and its costs.

May we come to see war on the human level, realizing next time we have the choice to engage in one we recognize that choice leads to personal histories which should never be lost.

Stand

When will the artillery stop?

How do I dig deeper, find safety, escape?

I curl-up even tighter, making myself as small as possible at the base of the trench.

Trench.

It was a trench.

Now it’s more like a rodent hole filled with the refuse of humanity cowering in the face of industrial death.

“ON YOUR FEET!” Cap yells to what’s left of 3rd Company.

My helmet slides off my head as I fight against the suction of the mud to rise.

Feet, we are to stand in this?

Stand equals die.

A vacuum sound overpowers the crash of artillery for a moment as my trench coat pulls away from the enveloping mud.

Holding my rifle with my right hand, I lean over, to recover my helmet before I lose it forever in the sludge of excrement, flesh, rodent, rain, blood and dirt at the base of the trench.

“FIX BAYONETS!” Cap orders from a few feet away.

He may as well be on the other side of the moon, as I can barely hear him.

Our trench is crumbling.

The artillery is taking more of us each second.

He wants us to prepare to attack?

Rising, helmet in hand, I place it atop my head.

Drips of fetid trench mud stream down from my hair as I reach to my belt with my left hand to pull out my bayonet.

“WE ONLY HAVE ONE WAY THIS ENDS!” Cap calls out. “ATTACK!”

Fumbling with my bayonet and rifle, I slowly manage to connect the two.

End

It Ends.

I die?

I have to die for this to end.

My rifle in my right hand; my helmet atop my head; my heart nowhere to be found; my feet sinking in a swamp of death, I stand ready to die.

“ON MY COMMAND WE CHARGE THE BOCHE!” Cap yells so all, maybe twenty of us left, can hear him.

Looking to my right, I see someone’s outline, but I can’t make out who.

We will die fighting.

We will die standing.

We will die.

The figure to my right stands tall, rifle with bayonet sticking above the top of the trench.

“Aaaaattttaaaa. . . .” Is cut short by a deluge of earth.

Where did the night go?

Where did the company go?

Where am I?

I can’t feel my rifle.

I can’t feel my self.

I can’t breath.

I can’t.

I can’t.

. . .

I . . . Can’t.

In June 12, 1916 two battalions of the French 137th Infantry Regiment were buried alive in a front-line trench during a heavy German artillery bombardment. No one knows exactly how it happened, but all that remained at the end of the battle was a filled in trench pierced in regular intervals by bayoneted rifles. After excavating the site, it was realized each rifle was still held by an upright French soldier, seemingly preparing to attack when buried alive. The entire unit was annihilated, so there are not records of exactly what happened and how. What is known is, these soldiers died standing, ready to attack. They were some of the more than 500,000 French and 400,000 Germans who died at the Battle of Verdun. After the war a combination of donors provided funding for a temporary, and then more permanent memorial to maintain the site. One can visit The Trench of Bayonets to see what’s left of those who died ready. They symbolize all soldiers; humans buried under the weight of industrialized warfare.