The healthiest gift to the human race is to constantly portray war in the most hellish terms possible.
When we forget that war is hell, we start looking for noble purposes for slaying our brothers and sisters. Sometimes it takes as much as twenty years of passing the peace for us to get thirsty once again for blood-soaked uniforms.
To me, this is the message of the bayonet.
When you talk about bombs, drone strikes or even bullets, you can literally distance yourself from the atrocity of tearing into the flesh of a human being like you’re a wild beast, dislodging entrails.
After all, that is the visual on a battlefield.
People don’t die easily–they must be killed. They must be torn from their vital organs. They are disemboweled.
When I imagine war and I see bombs dropping from airplanes, I have no awareness of such macabre dismemberment.
And when I see bullets flying from the air with bugles blaring the charge of the light infantry, I’m not imagining the decapitation and destruction of human flesh.
But a bayonet is a personal murdering weapon for the soldier who thinks he has found his fortune by being considered patriotic through massacre.
A bayonet must be inserted–twisted–until the blood flows freely, seeping life from the soul you have deemed your enemy.
So in a truly bizarre way, let me salute the bayonet.
It reminds us that war is killing.
It concludes that war is hell.
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