Today’s Top News Story:
A Soldier returned home, after years of untold hardship in captivity; a Hero. He met a tremendous reception; flags waving and trumpets sounding; a collective feeling of Victory.
Twas not entirely so, however. This triumphant return was overcast with its own cost: 1000 Enemy Prisoners. One Revered Life Saved, One Thousand Forsaken, forsaken. No Man Left Behind usurped We do Not Negotiate with Terrorists on this day.
So there was some debate of victory; one Soldier’s worth is far greater than a 1000 Prisoners’, 10,000 to be sure, but the principle! There’s the rub. Although, surely this Hero, this Soldier, when restored to health and once again fit for duty, will retake those same 1000 Terrorist Prisoners and then some! Aha! Justice after all. Amen.
Of course the same story told behind Enemy lines bore no shades of grey. 1000 Heroes for the sake of a single Prisoner? An overwhelming victory, embarrassing even. Perhaps slight concern for a Trojan Horse restraining sheer jubilation, but otherwise a true Victory. And who could blame the Enemy for celebrating their perceived triumph and laughing at our Heroes?
The more educated among us, however, understand the great folly in this. It is laughable to think of Prisoners, Terrorists and Villains, as Heroes. By no reason can any number of Prisoners be counted for any more than what they Are: forsaken and thus discounted, nothing other than what threat they may pose to the True Heroes. The embarrassment lies with these Villains. They of course, being Villains and Terrorists and Prisoners and every other term that might appropriately be applied to Them, are unable to recognize themselves as being so. That is the nature of the Villain. Their tragic irony is that they even look upon themselves as Heroes.
Therein lies the real embarrassment, the last laugh. Heroes laugh at the idiotic Villainry. They laugh at such foolishness. They do so likely with a sense of Prideful anger; angry that the Villain is out there, not just alive, but celebrating as a Hero and a Victor. But nonetheless they laugh.
We too know better. We know well who are the Heroes and who are the Villains, those we call Soldiers and those we know to be Prisoners. The obviousness makes a Villains’ oblivion impossible to comprehend. How can they not know? This confusion may bring about a sympathy or a scorn, and rightfully so, but in the end it is better to laugh. Laugh at the games they play. Heroes vs. Villains. The revered and the forsaken, Respectively. Laugh.
It’s better that way.