“Men went mad and were rewarded with medals. All over the world, boys on every side of the bomb line were laying down their lives for what they had been told was their country and no one seemed to mind, least of all the boys who were laying down their young lives.”
Reading only the first 4 chapter’s of Catch-22, I’m already effected. The writing is beautiful, the narration is witty (and a little cynical), and there’s so many messages portrayed that I don’t understand why nobody else is crazing over it. Sure, it’s been 50 year’s since the first publish, but the youth of today needs to read about this.
It’s been decades since the Vietnam War, and yet, men are still choosing to go made for a medal. Humanity is still searching for the resolution and recognition they desire for the meaning of their existence. The question isn’t why. But how? How are we not realising our own faults? How do we stop this paradoxical meaningless [while searching for meaning]?
Is it worth it?
To answer briefly along the lines of Catch-22, no. It’s casual and thoughtless, just like the young lives in the war.
the other one