The reason there were no documents surrounding the previous strategies was fairly obvious. No one wanted to admit to failure and their own level of incompetence.
The embarrassment they all felt when the academics penned ‘military intelligence’ as the newest oxymoron to be added to modern lexicon didn’t give them a lot of reason to explore the thought or rather lack of thought that surrounded the futile practices of the war.
It was a blight on the powers that be that so many were sacrificed in battles doomed to failure in the planning stages, but as they saw the common soldier as expendable and necessary collateral damage, so they persevered safely stowed away in their bunkers miles from any danger to them.
I surveyed all this and wondered what my next move might be.
Clearly, present strategies were not working, except if you were an undertaker and they were overwhelmed by the carnage.
My suggestion was frowned upon. They scoffed at the idea of not having a war. “It’s what we do,” they said. “Our economy is thriving thanks to this war.”
“But,” I said, “what happens when you exhaust the community? When there is, no one left to sacrifice. No one left to buy the goods you seem to think are so precious to us all?”
“Impossible, won’t happen,” they all laughed as one, and the General in the front row ordered another futile assault.
Out in the community tears flowed, resistance began to build, mother’s banded together, they stood as one and said NO!