I’ve always thought my imagination fertile; I’ve always claimed (even bragged sometimes), that I’d rather read books/novels than watch movies/serials; because I am able to visualise/imagine the scenes better in my head.
Until now.
I’ve known/learnt for 6 years about the Holocaust that happened during WWII in Germany, the concentration camps. 5 million ethnic minorities, 6 million Jews, execution chambers, sadistic games with human fodder etc. But these remained mere figures, despite my so-called fertile imagination. Sympathy yes, but that was all to it.
I’ve just finished Band of Brothers episode 9, aptly titled “Why do we fight?”. Watching this episode, the enormity of those atrocious (I wonder if this word is indeed strong enough to describe) crimes finally struck me.
Why do we fight wars? In the hope that others can one day see peace.
Why do we fight on, despite knowing we will die? So that others may live.
Why do we have wars at all? I have no answer to that. Perhaps someone might venture an explanation?