Thoughts of war

Hi there.

I've had such a variety of feelings towards this blog, and most of those feelings are embarrassing. I may get a very good idea for a post, but bc it potentially was only two days since my last post I get "scared" that you readers think I'm too eager to share lots of shit onto here, if it makes sense?? That I need to post less so I don't seem too keen for this blog.

Embarrassing indeed.

Well, whatever. I'm currently listening to a song called "Europa" by Globus, and this song was like my anthem when I was 15 or so years old.

And now disclaimer, I apologize to my German readers for what I'm writing next.

I was during that time (when I was 15 years old), very, very interested in the second world war, and primaly in the German view of the whole thing. Being the bastard, being the evil force in a war of death. Sacrificing your own country for punishing other countries, and invading them. Murdering 6 million people in cruel ways. I was intrigued by this.

How does it feel to be the person (or country) of power to deliberately choose to kill, not only the enemy, but also your own?

15-year old me glorified the second world war a lot. I saw young men dying of grenade wounds in a ditch as art. As a story of death and horror, as misery porn. In eight grade the war history of Europe is taught in school, and it became boring after the Americans joined and put an end to it.

I had to grow a lot to actually understand what the war really was. How crippling a war is for a country, even for my own country. We have had our fare share of horrror and death too.

And bomb planes and tanks all aside, if a war broke out today it would be nuclear all the way. And yesterday I watched a video of how a body dies from nuclear wounds (when not being incinerated at the spot) and let me tell you, I'd rather die in an bomb raid than dying of nuclear wounds.

But hey, listen to the song, especially if you're interested in the history of Europe