I have been thinking and reflecting on war.
And, while I do not shy away from death, or being the cause of it (I will totally step on ants and crush spiders if need be as well as eat meat to stave off hunger) I find it a sad state to be in.
Being Wiccan I hold all life to be sacred from the spider that must be crushed to the human who must die, all equal and all as equally scared. And while having to kill anything is sad, in the case of an animal or the like it is not always avoidable and less of a tragedy not because the animal is less valuable than a human, but because animals do not have higher reasoning as we humans do. War is a means to an end, the last resort when all else fails, and to have to come to that point is much more sad than when an animal has to die for it means that humans again have failed to reason and compromise and rise above their petty differences and the only recourse left is to kill the others for a greater good.
I am not going to call soldiers murderers, they are to be valued for their bravery, and pitied for their chosen task. For there is no glory in war and no bravery to be had in it, only death, loss and grief.
And it is sadder still that in many societies, war and killing are glorified and made to seem much better than it is, which is to say a chore that sadly needs doing, on the same level of extermination, only difference the pest in need of extermination is another human and not an animal or insect.
A few thoughts and reflections of mine based on my world views, influenced by my experiences and religion.