People often ask me about the difficulties of writing about war. They want to know if it’s hard to remain upbeat after seeing so many terrible things.
Truthfully, the answer is yes, sometimes it’s tough. It’s hard to care about the normal, trivial problems of life after witnessing how much people suffer in war.
Truthfully, the answer is yes, sometimes it’s tough. It’s hard to care about the normal, trivial problems of life after witnessing how much people suffer in war.
Sometimes, when the holidays roll around, and the wars go on and on, I wonder what’s worth celebrating.
But I also remember something else I’ve learned over the years from my wartime experiences. War brings out the most beautiful parts of humanity, too. In war, you see instances of total selflessness, of men and women willing to sacrifice everything for invisible ideas like freedom and justice, or to protect their families and their comrades. Sometimes, to protect people they’ve never even met.
Perhaps, in the end, war is as perennial as any holiday and always will be.
But so too are other things, like hope, love, and the unending willingness of good people to stand up against evil.
This Christmas, like any other, that’s something to celebrate.
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