I used to be extremely idealistic. I developed a great amount of pride and respect for our nation and the military, to the point where they kind of became my inspiration, if that makes sense.
Anyway, I was reading about our strategic bombing campaigns during World War II, researching for evidence to support position that the nuclear raids on Japan were really not significantly worse than our day to day strategic bombardments. Well, I found a site that had eye witness accounts of the bombing from the ground.
Well, one of the accounts consisted of a woman telling about her escape from a city engulfed in napalm, with an infant and a friend. I'm going to put it in spoiler tags because it is a bit disturbing. I think she was carrying the baby on her back. She said that as she was escaping the city she heard the child scream. When she looked back at it, the napalm had burned through the back of the child's neck so see could see flame in the back of it's throat.
I don't know if that's as disturbing to any of you as it is to me, but as a fifteen year old kid, it kind of got to me. I really don't/didn't know if it was true, but that wasn't really the point. It just kind of made me realize on a disturbing level how awful war was, and how you can really can't idealize one particular cause or organization.
This all caught up to me when I was watching Spiderman with my family. The opening scene where Spiderman jumps on a the American flag was such a blatant invocation of those patriotic ideals, I just sort of realized in a flash that it was all bull****. It wasn't that patriotism didn't have it place, it was that my faith in humanity has been shattered. That one experience forced me to see everything else with a new objectivity. There was black, but no white, just shades of dirty gray.
I mention it, because every time I think about that baby, it creeps me the hell out.
Anyway, I was reading about our strategic bombing campaigns during World War II, researching for evidence to support position that the nuclear raids on Japan were really not significantly worse than our day to day strategic bombardments. Well, I found a site that had eye witness accounts of the bombing from the ground.
Well, one of the accounts consisted of a woman telling about her escape from a city engulfed in napalm, with an infant and a friend. I'm going to put it in spoiler tags because it is a bit disturbing. I think she was carrying the baby on her back. She said that as she was escaping the city she heard the child scream. When she looked back at it, the napalm had burned through the back of the child's neck so see could see flame in the back of it's throat.
I don't know if that's as disturbing to any of you as it is to me, but as a fifteen year old kid, it kind of got to me. I really don't/didn't know if it was true, but that wasn't really the point. It just kind of made me realize on a disturbing level how awful war was, and how you can really can't idealize one particular cause or organization.
This all caught up to me when I was watching Spiderman with my family. The opening scene where Spiderman jumps on a the American flag was such a blatant invocation of those patriotic ideals, I just sort of realized in a flash that it was all bull****. It wasn't that patriotism didn't have it place, it was that my faith in humanity has been shattered. That one experience forced me to see everything else with a new objectivity. There was black, but no white, just shades of dirty gray.
I mention it, because every time I think about that baby, it creeps me the hell out.