By Anna Von Reitz
It never made sense to me as a young girl growing up-- that we sent our young men to die in foreign wars.
It made more sense to send men in their seventies and eighties or nineties, men who had less to lose in terms of opportunity, men wise in the ways of the world, men who had already suffered the vague nature of love, the losses of property, the many slings and arrows of all the fates that guide our paths.....men such as these are worthy opponents!
Not the callow youths full of flower and nothing beyond the lies they have been told.....not them. They should not be sacrificed, who do not know what their own lives are, who have not been enabled to live, much less regret.
No, it should be us, the elders, who pledge the fight. It should be us, who know what we wager with.
These youngsters have no guess. They depend on us. They are our beloved children.