Why is war so important to humans? From the time I was old enough to read, I read about battles, about wars won, wars lost. About heroes, and foes. About miraculous circumstances that revealed a wonderful end result, or a terrible chain of events that brought about suffering and dispair.
And even then at a very tender age I questioned, why did we go to war? Why was it necessary to kill each other to come to an agreement. Why did my brother go to fight a war miles and miles away, and came back with horrible scars on his head.
My brother said, it was the scars of bravery, but I still wanted to know why?
His explanations were vague, at my early age, I could see, he was not completely sure he knew the answers.
I grew up and finished high school, took a few college courses, and out of curiosity and a wish to travel, I joined the Army.
Spent three years, learning how to use primitive computers, the size of a refrigerator, and being told by all the men in my battallion, that women should not be in the army, and I should go back home and make babies.
I guess women were not supposed to participate in the logic of war, we did not "fit in" back then.
So war has a gender, it's male, it brings with it testosterone.
Why do we accept it as a form of life, why don't we change?
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