I always loved history. I remember when I made the choice to pay attention to history as a school subject. I said I wanted to know about the daily life of people that came way before me. I wanted to see in which way we would be connected as humans despite the different time periods. I also believed that in this subject lie all of the answers to the problems of modern world.
I quickly realized that history was never about normal people. They never truly mattered in this subject. It was just knowledge about all of those wars, fallen dynasties and seeing the same patterns repeat over and over again. At least one of my expectations came true. I know why the world is exactly as it is. I know that the land is always more important then people in it. In some way I feel it made me more radical, more angry. I believe there is never a good enough reason to start a war. I despise war in every form, I hate the idealization of dying soldiers and the belief in historical reasons to go and attack.
Why can't people see there is nothing honorable in death on the battlefield? Why do we try to make it sound beautiful? All of those anti-war movies go into the background of our mind, and we once again believe that violence commanded by state is justified.
The people who praise the military and war are more often then not dictators. That's why in those times it is illegal to read pacifists literature and books start to become banned. Always the same actions, always the same excuses, always the same outcome.
