What am I doing?
Reading The Rape of Nanking by Iris Chang.
Notes:
All the lives lost were not wasted. For they all signified a thing or two. In this world we are but specks of lives trying to make it through. We all have a role to play in times of war. You just have to choose which one you can play in accordance to your principles in life or your advocacy, if there are any. You can be a hero, who will die trying to win a war or a victim of circumstances who was not designed to be a soldier and yet you were there to serve the country based on necessity. You can be a woman raped over and over, subjected to the act of sex which was supposedly a euphoric act but unfortunately your partner is a disgusting sweaty smelly meaty devil who sees you as nothing more but another piece of vagina.
What saddened me most was the afterthought of the words if only and what if are spoken. My grief is not yet late I hope. For the lives lost as stated in this account are too many to bear for a nation. The world must at least acknowledge.
Ross Terrill once said only if the past is understood can the future be navigated.
I have a theory.
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