War and Peace August 11, 2006Posted by daveintexas in Current Events, terrorist hemorrhoids.
I was having an email discussion today with a friend of mine who’s got an isolationist bent about various “War on Terror” subjects, his general impatience with this current unpleasantness in Iraq, his MSM driven slant on why Israel needs to lighten up, his lighthearted disdain for George Bush, and his frolicky yukking it up at various conspiracy themes (just to see if I’ll get pissed).
He’s pretty much gotten past 9/11, which I think is great, cause I like the guy and I don’t want him fretting about what’s being aimed at us.
Boy did he shake his head when I pointed out that this “blow up airplanes” thing got busted back in 95.
Anyway, he wanted to argue about NSA intercepts and some other crap, and I was all “Article II of the Constitution”, you know, impass, and he dragged up the “but when will the war be OVER? You know, it was over in 1945”.
And our enemies know it. Bin Laden knew it. Ho Chi Minh knew it. They were willing to bleed for 30 years to accomplish their goal.
We didn’t get 24×7 news feeds, but we did get news, back in the 40s. Progress here, setbacks there. All under one of the heaviest blankets of government-imposed censorship you can imagine.
Actually, you can’t imagine it. It’s so foreign to us we blanch at the examples thereof. FDR created the Office of Censorship in 1941. Asked Byron Price to run it. Almost 15,000 Americans, sifting through what would be told, what would not. The Office of War Information created in 1942, to control the flow of information to the public.
FDR loved creating competing interests. Little habit of his, see OSS and FBI.
For the first 2 years of the war, no photographs of dead American soldiers. Absolutely banned. Later allowed, to galvanize American support for the war.
That’s an interesting statement to me. Galvanize support.
Because it waned folks. You think your grandma wasn’t like you? We had our doubts folks. We were in it with sixteen million Americans.
Can you imagine?
And throughout 1943, and 1944, and even 1945, the outcome was not assured. The end of it certainly was not known.
Even in August, we had our doubts. The Japanese mainland? What would it cost?
Will my brother be killed? My son?
My son’s father.
They didn’t know about the bomb. They just knew we were in the fourth bloody year of the “war”, and they were war-weary, and afraid. And there were many moments when the outcome was in doubt.
The “end of it”, the date, was in doubt.
It seems like it will never be over. Sometimes we all say that. Well. Good. Evil. Yeah.
You still fight evil. You still refuse to let evil have its way.
That’s what you do.