and I realized that I can’t express my feelings on the subject without sounding like a sadistic person. So I am going to attempt to type it out to see if it is possible to explain my feelings on the matter without sounding insane. (Probably won’t work.)
First of all, let me clarify. War is not a good thing. I do not want us to be in a war. I don’t want soldiers to be fighting and dying in a war. I don’t want people to kill one another. That is not what I mean when I say I like war.
I mean that I like the sentiment of war. Being a soldier, for example, is something I have a deep respect for. Why? Because in the end, there is always going to be someone fighting for something, you know? That is seemingly inevitable. We are all human. For men and women to go out, risk their lives, and not really expect much in return is so beautiful to me. That requires such a deep humility and selflessness that many people lack in the world.
I think so many beautiful stories can be told because of war. Can you imagine how many movies that deeply move you that would just NOT EXIST if war didn’t happen? Enemy at the Gate. Saving Private Ryan. Atonement. Act of Valor. Pearl Harbor. Thin Red Line. Battle: LA. The list goes on and on. Stories like that about heart break. About brotherhood. About uniting for a cause. About love despite the circumstance. About respect and loyalty and never giving up. Those are stories that mean something when the world is at stake. And though those stories are horrible. They’re sad. They’re upsetting. They sometimes hurt to watch. They are all beautiful stories.
So no. War in itself is not a beautiful thing. But the respect. The dedication. The stories. The sacrifice. That is what is beautiful and that is why I like it.