The Walk of the Fallen

There are times in which the bullshit of politics, religion, opinions, and who’s to blame are the least important things of all. Regardless of our personal feelings about this current war going on, who we feel is responsible, whether it’s right or wrong, justified or not, or whether truth has been told or skirted, there is one very important fact.

People are dead.

Simple as that.
It’s the bottom line of every war: Fewer come home than leave to join in glorious (or not so glorious) battle.
Some people never come home. Some people come home in a box. There are family and friends left behind to mourn, and people that have fallen are forgotten in the minds not most immediate.

Simple numbers mean nothing. Be they dollars spent or body counts, the numbers mean nothing.

This war has left us complaining about gas prices, arguing about the real or imagined or fabricated existence of WMDs, and debating the importance of privacy and power. We’ve seemed to have spent very little time thinking about the one true fact of this whole mess.

People are dead.

I don’t do politics or religion much. I’m honestly beyond apathetic when it comes to the subjects. They’re personal subjects that often blind people to truth, whatever that truth may be.

Like the fact that people are dead.

This is not a post bitching about people dying. This is not a look into my philosophy of death and survivorship.

This is about acknowledgment and remembrance.

People who were once alive went away to play soldier in a ritual as old as time are now one with the earth once more. They gave their lives doing what they were asked to do. They deserve a certain amount of respect, as simple human beings who are no more.

I know that you either know someone, or know someone who knows someone, or know someone who knows someone who knows someone who has either served in Afghanistan and/or Iraq, or has lost someone who served.

It is my hope that the story of The Walk of the Fallen will get to people who may appreciate that someone does care enough to memorialize those who will not be coming home. That our politics and our religion and our opinions will not get in the way of our humanity.

There have been many wars, and so very many people have gone off to some war or other never to return. Some are known, some are not. Some are remembered, some are not.

In this time, in this place, someone has noticed, and someone has taken steps to remember those she’s never even met.

The Walk of the Fallen

Please, pass this link on to whomever you feel would be interested, appreciative, or comforted by the story contained.

Cyn is a regular member of The Cauldron, and has been posting about her progress in building and walking the Labyrinth for a couple years now. May we all find a time in our lives to do something ourselves with as much meaning as she has. For in such things do we truly see our own humanity.

One Response to “The Walk of the Fallen”

  1. Aoife Says:

    I’m sorry. This wasn’t meant to seem looney or weird or anything. It was 2 am and I was painting and I needed to post this link to get it out of my head and be able to get back to painting.

    Still tho, please pass the word along, I’m sure it would mean much to many.

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