Just watched the ending of a very tragic documentary on the history channel, Last Day of World War I: 11th Month, 11th Day, 11th Hour. It described the senseless deaths of thousands of soldiers just hours before the end of the war.
The Armistice (warring parties agree to stop fighting) was signed but some American officers continued to order men into the field due to ambiguous directions and for their own vain-glory. As a result, men who were told they could go home and had families and friends already celebrating their home-coming, either died or returned badly injured.
An anonymous epitaph by a grieving parent went something like this:
To the world, he was a soldier; to me, he was the world.
It is sad that the pain of thousands of nameless individuals are usually left out. The saddest part of all is that these futile waste of lives are still carrying on. Wars, assassinations and fighting still hogged news headlines every so often.
My wish for the new year is for a better tomorrow for everybody.
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