It saddens me to see America in its current state. And it takes a great deal to bring about this particular emotion and this singular decision. I have lived a lot of years and seen, firsthand, how a country can be torn apart by a divisive war. But, this time, the division, I fear, is deeper, more contentious and more fractious. America, a great people, have been cut apart in a fault line approaching a critical depth and width. I am not sure we will ever be as strong as we once were. That overwhelming feeling of something truly great, possibly forever lost, is the reason for this very personal affection.
We are involved in yet another war where young men are dying and the American people donâ€™t understand why. Some think they do and believe it a noble cause; some are equally confident in their belief but feel, with matching fervor, it is one manâ€™s crusade and a useless Quixote-esque crusade. They are both right and they are both, sadly, very wrong. It is, as all wars ultimately are, an exercise in futility. Wars never solve anything. If history has taught us anything - and the lessons are always taught but poorly attended - todayâ€™s enemy is tomorrowâ€™s ally. What seems right and reasonable instantly blurs when the bullet start flying and the blood starts to flow. The â€śfog of warâ€ť remains a term both descriptive and philosophical. War fogs both the minds of those in its midst and those at home, who vainly try to understand warâ€™s horror and impact.
What troubles me is not that the country simply has differing opinions but that we are beginning that freefall into the unresolvable and unreconcilable chasm we have seen but a few times before. We are being slowly and irretrievably torn apart by our differences. And, this time, I can not imagine an end to it. It took us decades to recover our moral compass after the Viet Nam War and now we are on that heart-wrenching course, yet again. But I, for one, fear we may be lost in the political and cultural wilderness this time, perhaps, forever. The dogs of war are tearing at the gates and the gatekeepers are fighting among themselves.