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    • Donald Sanders

    • October 20, 2013 in Columnists

    In my heart, your love has found the safest place

    We live in what once was a forest that belonged to someone else. The prior owners did not develop the land, so they did not deserve it. Once we had possession of the forest we found it uninhabitable because of all the trees and wild animals. We found it necessary to remove all but a few of the trees and to flatten the land we filled in the creeks and streams. We turned the forest into fields.

    At some point in time, we put a church in the middle of the field. Not long after that, men that had money and power built a courthouse next to the church in the field to demonstrate the fact that their power was equal to, if not above the laws of God. The church and courthouse offered protection to the common people in return for the labor they could offer.

    The common people raised houses around the church and courthouse to be near their work. The common people came from everywhere and nowhere just to live in the field where there was safety and nourishment for their bodies and souls. They came by the tens, and hundreds, and then thousands. Life was good in the fields.

    The people brought in trees and plants of every sort to replace the trees they removed from the field. With that, they brought in animals of all sorts to replace the animals they removed from the forest. The new animals could easily be killed, slaughtered and eaten. Other animals were used for defense and attack.

    Some of the people in the field found that when times grew hard, they could easily take what they needed from other fields by force. Some found life easier if they could force others to do their work. It was easier to bear weapons than it was to use tools. They built factories to make bigger and better arms to force their will upon the weak while telling them the meek shall inherit the Earth.

    To enforce the will of the powerful, great armies were drawn up out of the depths of Hell. The armies sucked up the best of the youth of the common people. The armies of one field would attack the armies of other fields, destroying all that resisted through cruelty and fear. For most, life was good for many years. Life was so good they did not notice that the powerful grew stronger and stronger. Some of the common people grew restless but were quickly and quietly forced into submission by the agents of the courthouse.

    It was easier for the common man to submit and cooperate than it was to resist. They convinced their hearts that the field was the safest place. Inside the fields there were trees and lakes that they could climb and wade into. Around it all they built walls that no one could break. It was the safest place and in there they could shine or they could cry.

    Upon the walls were the warriors. The warriors consisted of the youth taken from the homes of the common people, sometimes by force. The warriors were full of honor and pride, happiness was upon them, so they kept their field as the safest place. Inside the walls you could shine or you could cry, and the warriors are still on the wall, to this very day.

    The fields are much the same today as they were yesterday. Only technology is different. The machines of the fields are bigger, faster, and forever hungry. To feed the machines the warriors fought many battles to find fuel that the machines could eat. The warriors fought battle after battle for greed instead of safety. The fields became states and then countries. They rose and they fell but the warrior always fought the battles willingly until the battles lost their honor. They found that when the battle loses its honor, so does the warrior.

    A warrior knows the field is a happy place and he wants to keep it that way forever. In his heart, a warrior knows that deeds without honor make a warrior without honor. A warrior has been to war and he sees the most unholy things that he knows he should stop but he doesn’t. Warriors on the walls around the fields with the churches and courthouses that are filled with the common man have begun to see themselves in a different light, a darker light.

    The warriors of this field, that is the safest place for you and I, will pay the price for the deeds they do. Today in the field we live in that we call the United States, a warrior will take his own life at a rate of 22 a day. At almost every hour of the day, a warrior will take his own life. Today, the average age of a warrior that takes his own life is 59.

    When the battle is over and the warriors go home, many go home to kill themselves so their families will not know the burden of their care. It seems the warriors on the walls find death preferable to life, and I find that very sad and there is nothing I can do about it except write these stupid stories.

    Suicide has increased dramatically in the military since the start of the global war on terrorism.
    Department of Veterans Affairs Suicide Data Report, 2012

    Click to access Suicide-Data-Report-2012-final.pdf

    • WOW Donald. One of your most poignant pieces. I am glad you write about this so everyone who reads it knows how hard it is to be that warrior. You are a brave warrior yourself and I love you for talking about yourself and writing such deep stories.

      • Ralph

      • October 20, 2013 at 3:35 pm
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      You bear honor in life and in your stories my brother…….

    • the fields in this story someday will be the ones that we will all defend to prove to those warriors that their honor was just and worthy of all that walks there today ,and the future. god bless our fields (USA).

      • I believe that all but a very few warriors have honorable thoughts in their heads when they go to war but they find it hard to to live when the war they fight does not live up to their expectations politically, In the United States we find ourselves in conflicts that are not deserving of even one of our solders-we should make the politicians serve first and they should be held accountable for their lying ways.

    • You are both, too kind.

      • Maya North

      • October 22, 2013 at 2:56 pm
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      I realized in my young hippy days that the soldiers were pretty much the only ones with pure motives — it certainly wasn’t the old men who sent them to war for usually the most gawdawful of reasons. So it was that I was 15 when I began to nurture returning soldiers. It literally ruptures my heart to think of the agony they suffer daily for governmental and corporate greed.

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