Fellow peace vigil participant John Ryan wrote the following in his monthly column, which the Walton Reporter was published on May 21, 2008.
Monday night is a quiet night at Charlie’s Place - a few regulars were at the bar discussing the playoffs and the rising price of gas. The Professor and I were at our usual spot at the end when Doc walked in.
“Well, well,” said the Professor, “Look who’s here. I thought you’d home developing the body beautiful.”
“If you remember, my forgetful friend, I said that on holidays I would take a respite from nutritional discipline to hobnob with you wastrels and, perhaps, bring you some wisdom,” said Doc.
“Holiday? What holiday is today?” I asked.
Doc feigned surprise at my question. “As any school boy knows, it’s Buddha’s birthday. Every year I raise a glass to his memory.”
The Professor and I looked at each other, shaking our heads. “Wouldn’t a cup of green tea be a more appropriate drink to toast to the Enlightened One?” said the Professor as Doc lifted a frothy flagon to his lips.
“Perhaps in other lands, my dear Professor, but I drink American. So - To the Buddha’s Health,” exclaimed Doc.
“To the Buddha’s Health,” we echoed and took a long draft from our glasses.
“Talking about holidays,” said the Professor, “Armed Forces Day was two days ago and Memorial Day is a week from now. Isn’t it odd that they come so close together? The first calls for us to be proud of our people in uniform while the other calls for sadness at their deaths. We are a strange people aren’t we? We will go and look at all those wonderful weapons of war - their beauty, sleekness and efficiency - almost celebrate their existence but then weep when we see the human cost to us of their use.”
“And to that you can add the financial cost,” said Doc. “This coming year, it’ll be close to $800 billion when you add everything up. It’s interesting isn’t it that if you talk about universal health care, funds for education, even expanded veterans benefits, the cry is always ‘too expensive’ or ‘we can’t afford it’ but once you mention war or the things of war, the sky is the limit.”
Charlie put three freshly filled glasses in front of us. “You know, bein’ old has some good points,” he said. “For instance, I can remember President Eisenhower’s Farewell Address when he left office forty-seven years ago. He saw this weapons binge takin’ shape and tried to warn us. Originally, he called it ‘the military-industrial-legislative complex’ but cut out the word ‘legislative’ in the final draft - a prudent man. But how right he was. I also remember another speech he gave where he said, ‘Every gun that is made, every warship launched, every rocket fired signifies, in the final sense, a theft from those who hunger and are not fed, those who are cold and are not clothed’ and he compared the arms race to ‘humanity hangin’ on a cross of iron’. And here we are, a couple of trillion dollars later, still forgin’ fresh weapons with the wealth of the livin’ while playin’ sad songs o’er the graves of the dead.”
“And it doesn’t seem to end,” said the Professor. “At one time, we thought that war would solve problems. ‘The war to end all wars’ said Wilson as we went into World War I, only to have it followed by World War II - the ‘Good War’ which was to bring ‘love and laughter and peace ever after’ according to a popular song of the day. Then Korea, Vietnam, Afghanistan, Iraq with no end in sight. Already, 75,000 dead and wounded and God knows how many men and women who don’t appear in the casualty statistics but who are beaten and broken by our latest wars.”
“You’d think that by now, we would realize that it doesn’t work, that war is obsolete and, like disease, is only a danger to our existence. It achieves nothing. Just suppose we spent just a part of those trillions on peace - houses and hospitals, roads and schools, aid to assist those who hunger and suffer natural disasters, help for the poor to prosper and for the hungry so that they might feed themselves. Might this not bring about greater peace than all the F-16s or B-2s, the Nimitz carriers and Abrams tanks? Wouldn’t it be wonderful to try it and see,” said Doc.
“Ah, a lovely dream,” said the Professor, “but, alas, it’s only that. No, we’ll continue to bemoan the deaths of our heros at the same time that we send them off to be killed in Afghanistan or Iraq or heaven knows where. And, each year, we’ll gather to mourn, play ‘Taps’ and fire a volley in honor of the fallen and we’ll hear how they made the supreme sacrifice in the defense of freedom. But, if we were completely honest, what we would do is gather in silence, praying and asking their forgiveness for we have failed them. We have prepared for war rather than worked for peace and they have paid the price of our folly.”