Father's Dislike

Father's Dislike American hero, a man my father would ing hate, was a real golden ball boy. Olympic athlete, he saw and did it all. Jessie Owens, Nazi Berlin, history being made.Making history.Joined the air force. Flying Liberators over the Pacific, bombing the Nips. Sent out in a piece of junk, engine failure, into the drink.Escaped the sinking bomber. Hell starts here. Weeks adrift in life rafts. Braving sharks, typhoons and strafing Nip bombers. His mates died. Finally rescue, sent to hell, again. Picked up by a Nip ship.Taken to various prison camps.Beaten to an inch of his life, many times.Seeing brutality and death, again. Finally, the hell of war was over. Back to glory land to build a life. Later, returning to the land of Nippon, not for revenge but forgiveness. Only his old jailer, named The Bird, refused to meet him. A story told, milked by the Yanks, with a message: war is death, there is no glory. Forgiveness can happen but is any of the necessary? Death, violence, destruction, bloodlust killing? Nothing is learnt, each generation gets it own war, death painting the land red. And so it goes on. It will never end till the last heart stops beating. Then peace will reign. In a world free of Man. Only then, will war be over.