I watched it last night. Not because I wanted to but because my hubby watches everything and anything that has to do with WWII. For those of you who don't know, Saving Private Ryan is a movie staring Tom Hanks. His mission is to find Private Ryan and bring him home. You see, he's the remaining son in a family who'd just lost their three other sons in the war. So sad.
My hubby was there, he lived it. He was at Pearl Harbor when it was bombed, he's been on a sinking ship. I guess that's a part of his life he can't let go and he rarely talks about. I can't tell you the times he's said to me, "This is history, you'll learn something." How can I tell him, I don't want to learn something that's so heart breaking and meaningless?
I wouldn't be good in war. I'm not a coward; at least I don't think I am. I just don't think I have it in me to hurt someone. When I was a kid growing up I remember the couple of scrapes I got into in school, like most kids. This one girl and I got into a fight and my idea of hurting her was sitting on her and pulling off her fake fingernails. Of course, back then they were the stick on kind you bought at the drug store and easy to remove. Whenever my sister and I would fight I would run to my bedroom and lock the door, because I didn't want to hurt her.
If I was fighting for my life, or for those I love, that might be different. No, I know it would be different. I want to live like anyone else. However, war will forever be senseless to me.