Foreign Policy

War is a Choice

War is many things. It’s brotherhood and sacrifice and heroism and commitment. It’s one man giving his life to save others. It’s an entire society mobilizing towards a common and just end. It’s the free people of the world drawing a line in the sand against the encroachment of tyranny and casting it into the dustbin of history. It’s a struggle, to the death, in the name of good and freedom and liberty. These are the things we need to believe about war in order to fight it. And service towards those ends is what we need to believe in order to honor those we ask to fight it for us.

War is much more than that though. War is the taxi driver in East Timor taking me 20 minutes out of our way to show me the sea wall on which his parents were lined up and shot. War is the cooler sitting next to my desk full of the body parts of a teenager who blew himself up. War is me looking at it uneasily, waiting for the technicians to come and take it away to try to identify him. War is the dozen women and children he killed the day before at a funeral. War is the 40 thousand civilians-men, women, children- killed by Nazi bombs from the sky in England during the blitz. War is the 300,000 Chinese killed in the Rape of Nanking. War is the 120,000 civilians killed during post invasion Iraq. And now war is the death squads going house to house this week in Aleppo killing women and children by the dozen. War is all of those things. Whether we sell those parts, or not.

War is one other thing. War, is a choice.

No matter how much we spin it. No matter how much we believe that our safety and the future of our society is at stake, war is always a choice. If the forces of evil are at our doorstep, inside our borders, marching on the capital itself, the movement to fight, is a choice. Sometimes it’s the best choice. Sometimes it isn’t. But the iron die is never actually cast. And the progression towards arms is never inevitable. It is always a choice.

We like to point to the seemingly isolated atrocities of war as outliers. We think of them as extreme and rare cases to plug into our overall calculus of choice. There was only one My Lai massacre. There was one Abu Ghraib. There was only one Batan Death March. There was only one Andersonville. Those singular events are isolated. And they will never happen again. But the consistency of those sort of events are as much a part of modern war as artillery or tanks or ships. Rest assured, when we mobilize and march to war, someone somewhere will be sitting in their house in fear, having never lifted a finger to harm anyone, and they will be killed. It might be a stray bomb. It might be an accidental target. It might be a death squad. Sometimes it’s our fault. Sometimes it isn’t. But it’s going to happen. And it happened because somewhere someone chose it to in the name of something reasonably sellable-security, democracy, capitalism.

Aleppo has fallen. And the aftermath, death destruction and human tragedy in the streets, is the ultimate end to how modern cities fall in war. It was no different in Berlin. It was no different in Fallujah. And it wouldn’t have been any different in Tokyo, had we not avoided it by annihilating others from above with nuclear destruction. There will be blame to go around. There will be calls for war crime inquiries. All of the post-mortem blame and accusation are necessary. As is the characterization that this war is war.

Man is a sentient, warring animal. We are capable of committing horrible transgressions in the name of our interests. And now, as the grim end in Aleppo plays out on our televisions and our social media feeds, we need to feel it. All of it. Because we should never miss the opportunity to account for the true costs of war. And take fair measure of the gains. And reflect honestly about what side of the ledger holds the most value. So don’t turn away too quickly. And don’t point to other peoples as unique in their destruction. This is a habit of man. But it’s also a choice. And in these times of fresh tragedy, it’s important to remember that.

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    • When it comes to the Middle East, where there is no order, side with order. Where there is order, side with constitutional democracy and where there is constitutional democracy protect it. The choice in Syria is to fight the Asad regime or not to. We have chosen not to. And I would find it hard to justify, after what we learned in Iraq, another route.

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      • You hit the nail on the head with this assessment, Sean — that fatal error in Iraq which has felled the entire block of dominoes and imperiled all of us. While I watch the Aleppo scenes in tears, I still cannot second guess the choice not to embroil our troops there.

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  1. It’s not the fight we pose in contradiction to aggression that matters. It’s how we fight. The world has access to more people now through social media than it ever has prior to this point. Leverage the awareness factor through video streams, photo documentation, personal accounts. Those of us not directly affected, speak out. Demand action. Demand a cessation of hostilities. Say the words, “Stop now,” as many times and as loud as possible to be the voice that gets heard. I wish I knew the answer to get them to stop. I wish there was just one life that could be laid down to stop all of the bloodshed. I wish there would be a price to be paid to make the aggressor say, “Oh. Alright. That was enough. I’m done now.” Unfortunately we don’t live in that world. As Mr. Hughes reminds us in his article, this is a world of men. Our bloodthirst is not so easily quenched. Like a rabid dog when we get one taste we want more. The insanity of the fixation on power, control, dominance, what-have-you cannot be easily countered. Except to say, resist…hope…love… Live more life. As long as you can live it. Whomever you can live it with. More life. Take part in that movement – the struggle for life. Make your final breath count, and ring the words aloud. More life. We have not truly spoken our peace regarding our unshakeable desire for life. When those words are spoken, the words that express the fullest desire to live, their sound will silence all oppression. Until then, keep struggling. The fight to find the right words continues.

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