World War One, started in the year 1914.
It was a preplanned Bankers war, not caused by what folks are told in official “history” books was the cause.
WW 1 was a time between the cavalry charges of the last century, and the mechanized killing fields of WW 2.
The planners, the generals, as is so often the case, tried to fight this war with the last century’s tactics.
They lined the troops up, and shot each other.
Temporary trenches, became war long permeant features which would exist until the end of the war in 1918.
Muddy, cold, hot, lice, vermin ridden, sickness and disease hell holes.
The generals had what they called going over the top.
The troops would come boiling out of the trenches in a massed frontal attack on the other sides trenches.
It was suicide.
Poison gas, airplanes used the first time, machine guns lined up to slaughter the massed attacking troops.
In the winter trenches, the first year of the war, a miracle happened.
As Christmas approached in the trench hell holes, soldiers began singing Christmas carols of peace and hope.
One side would sing one, then the other side would sing one.
Soon, they were joining in together, singing the same songs of peace and hope in their own languages.
The more brave or more foolish, on both side soon started trickling out into no mans land, to meet those men who they had been trying to kill.
Some places signs were held up, saying we won’t shoot if you don’t.
This was never an official truce of the politicians and generals, but a truce by the men doing the actual fighting and dying.
The politicians and generals shit their pants over the truce.
The sides came out of their trenches, traded souvenirs, cigarettes, showed each other pictures of their mothers, fathers, wives, sweethearts, children.
They talked of what they did back in the real world.
They told each other what they wanted to do if they survived to go back to civilian life.
They played games, played unofficial soccer matches.
Knowing soldiers, I an sure they each cussed their own politicians, generals, who were warm, dry and safe.
They each saw the humanity in the other, which did not match the devil with horns picture of the enemy the brass and whore politicians had given them.
They did not want to kill each other.
This time, allowed them to bury their dead, many who had laid in no mans land for weeks.
If it had been left to these men, WW 1 would never have entered 1915.
The war would have ended December 25, 1914.
But there is too much money to be made out of war, political, military careers to be made and advanced.
After Christmas, the politicians ordered the generals, and the generals forced these new found friends to start killing each other again.
WW 1 was sold as The War to End All Wars
Eric Bogel, wrote a song of WW 1.
He wrote it after resting in a WW 1 cemetery in France, by the grave of Private William McBride, killed in the year 1916, at the age of nineteen.
The ending stanza says it all:
“I can’t help but wonder young willy McBride
Do all of the men who lie here know why they died
Did you really believe when they gave you the cause
Did you really believe the war would end wars
Well the suffering, the sorrow, the glory the shame
The killing, the dying was all done in vain
Cause Willy McBride it all happened again and again
And again and again and again and again
Did they beat the drums slowly, did they play the fief lowly
Did the rifles fire over you as they lowered you down
Did the bugle sing the last Post and Quarters
Did the pipes play the flowers of the forrest?”
Enough damn bankers wars!
Get off you damn knees folks!
Tell the politicians and generals to go fuck themselves!
Remember the old hippy saying of the 1960s?
What if they gave a war and no one came?
These wars are not for your benefit.
If the Usury Bankers, Political Whores, and the dick sucking, Yes Men Generals, want another war, let them and their spawn fight and die in it!
If the troops, had refused to start shooting at each other again, December 26, 1914, four more years of slaughter, would not have happened.
I guarantee you, the whore generals, whore bankers, and whore politicians, are not going to put their asses in the cross hairs.
Come on Humanity!
Time to grow up.
1 Corinthians 13:11
“When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child: but when I became a man, I put away childish things.”
Time to put away childish things such as bankers wars, and grow up humanity!
John C Carleton