"When the rich wage war, it's the poor who die."
- Jean-Paul Sartre -
For me, 10 years encompasses all of my adult life.
Looking back, War has never been an abstract concept for generation 9.11…
I raise you 10 years and make it 20.
1991: As a kid in first grade, I remember waking up one Saturday morning to find that Ninja Turtles had been replaced by men and women in polyester suits talking to soldiers in dessert camo and black berets waiting for their satellite video-feeds to skip a beat. My toy tanks and planes rolled-out across an empty frame against an invisible enemy. The "bad guys" were long-dead by the time the steal-treads and boots and news-crews had arrived on the scene.
The interrupting kaleidoscope of war would jump out of the radio and television at all hours. Night-vision artillery fights in hues of green. The Six Flags thrill of riding the nose of a smart-bomb kamikaze-ing for freedom, liberty and oil. But just like revisiting a theme-park as an adult, the excitement of knowing that somewhere on earth an American war is being waged has lost its grandness. This is my "Great America".
We've inherited 100 years of a World at War.
Sometimes the Past must be put to rest.
The Future is worth fighting for, but not like this.
It's all been done before.