My title comes from a song sung by soldiers as they marched to hell in the trenches of World War I and the same song my sisters and I sang in the car as our parents drove us to our summer vacation in paradise at Edgewater Farm.
I think of this as we march to WW III.
The soldiers, who would be slaughtered by the millions as pawns in the great game, sardonically sung it to the tune of Old Lang Syne to express their bewilderment at why they were fighting in the so-called â€œWar to End All Warsâ€ or â€œthe Great War.â€
We children sang it because we had heard the words but had no idea where they came from, yet they seemed playful and weird and easy to remember and we were celebrating our good fortune in leaving the city and arriving at the farm for a weekâ€™s country idyll.
War and peace absurdly juxtaposed. Because? Because everyone needs to be somewhere even if they donâ€™t know why.
Yet today so many people feel lost in a world gone mad, a nowhere land, far further from somewhere than when John Lennon penned the words to â€œNowhere Manâ€ in 1965. It is no wonder he was assassinated in 1980, for he was a man growing into a profound anti-war consciousness.
Now weâ€™re again celebrating Armistice/Remembrance/Veteranâ€™s Day on November 11 in a world forever at war and with nuclear annihilation staring us in the face.