My Family War
When you imagine a painful or torturous experience what usually comes to mind? A root canal? Water boarding? Child birth? I would gladly exchange for any of these things than be subjected to taking pictures with my entire family. Now you may be saying with a knowing grin, “JP, we’ve all gone through this shtick before. Stop crying about it.” Normally I would agree with you but this isn’t your run-of-the-mill stressful situation. It was a war, plain and simple and you know what they say: War is Hell. Not a bad allusion to describe the evening. On the front line you had your grunt soldiers. That would be the small children. Mindless and obedient, the precocious youngsters scurry back and forth the area with drool flooding their lips and wonder brightening their eyes. Above them are the Sergeants and Lieutenants of the situation namely the fathers. They see the slaughter before them and can’t help but show their disgust. They are being sent to their doom but they have no choice but to submit to their superiors, the generals. Of course you can deduce that the generals would be the wives. Cruel but strong willed, the generals lead with an iron fist. They show no mercy and accept no excuses. The courageous but misguided souls that would dare voice their opposition are quickly silenced by the icy, malevolent stares coming from the supreme commanders. Family comes first to us as does God and country to a military man. In the end of the day when the dust clears and the wounded are tended, who really wins? Is it worth it in the end? I would like to think yes but my heart screams no. Although it’s been a difficult and long fight, there will always be a shining horizon. Maybe one day my family will come together and set their differences aside. Maybe one day instead of complaints on our tongues we’ll have smiles on our faces. One day the war will be over.