It occurs to me that while eighteen year-old kids fought and died on the battlefields of Europe and Asia, starved and sacrificed, we today consider it a great injustice and challenge when gas prices rise by a few cents, or when the Internet goes out for a day. So were they supermen, to do what they did? No, just ordinary people. But they were made great by their circumstances. Circumstances which, I might add, no sane person would today defend or exalt. I can't help but feel that we've lost something, in this new world; something very basic in human nature, the wild, warlike element. We've traded in the glare of the sun on spears and sheilds for the glare of flourescent lights on white shirt collars. There's no more death and suffering, but no more heros either.
Just something to think about.