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Healing The Wounds of War

landsend

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Morning folks,

I don't have much to say. Words are not forthcoming lately. So, let me share something valuable I found today.

This morning I was flipping through the book 'Peace is every step', by Vietnamese monk Thich Nhat Thanh. The book is a series of insights, meditations if you like. I've owned this book for many years. I seldom look at it these days, but my kids had thrown it off the bookshelf, and there it was lying on the living room floor waiting to be picked up.

I turned to page 101. It was entitled 'Healing The Wounds of War'. I'll type it up for you guys here.

Healing the Wounds of War

If only the United States had had the vision of non-duality concerning Vietnam, we would not have had so much destruction in both countries. The war continues to hurt both Americans and Vietnamese. If we are attentive enough, we can still learn from the war in Vietnam.

Last year we had a wonderful retreat with Vietnam veterans in America. It was a difficult retreat, because many of us could not get free of our pain. One gentleman told me that in Vietnam, he lost four hundred seventeen people in one battle alone, in one day. Four hundred seventeen men died in one battle, and he has had to live with that for more than fifteen years. Another person told me that out of anger and revenge, he took the life of children in a village, and after that, he lost all his peace. Ever since that time, he has not been able to sit alone with children in a room. There are many kinds of suffering, and they can prevent us from being in touch with the non-suffering world.

We must practice helping each other be in touch. One soldier told me that this retreat was the first time in fifteen years that he felt safe in a group of people. For fifteen years, he could not swallow solid food easily. He could only drink some fruit juice and eat some fruit. He was completely shut off and could not communicate. But after three or four days of practice, he began to open up and talk to people. You have to offer a lot of loving kindness in order to help such a person touch things again. During the retreat, we practised mindful breathing and smiling, encouraging each other to come back to the flower in us, and to the trees and the blue sky that shelter us.

We had a silent breakfast. We practised eating breakfast the way I ate the cookie of my childhood. We did things like that, making mindful steps in order to touch the Earth, breathing consciously in order to touch the air, and looking at our tea deeply in order to really be in touch with the tea. We sat together, breathed together, walked together, and tried to learn from our experience in Vietnam. The veterans have something to tell their nation about how to deal with other problems that are likely to happen, problems that will not look different from Vietnam. Out of our sufferings, we should learn something.

We need the vision of interbeing--we belong to each other;we cannot cut reality into pieces. The well-being of 'this' is the well-being of 'that', so we have to do things together. Every side is 'our side';there is no evil side. Veterans have experience that makes them the light at the tip of the candle, illuminating the roots of war and the way to peace.
 
Actually I was telling my partner this morning that one of few things that give me real, true peace is working out in my garden. Just being there with nature which doesn't presume me to be this way, or that way, doesn't judge me -- doesn't shame me for my actions, or my feelings. I suppose it is 'being'. It's not easy work, my garden is gigantic and I'm digging up and removing weeds, but it brings me a level of true peace. I also am surprised, you know, at what my body can do. How my hands get dirty, where you see grubs and worms, dead mice, any moment a bramble can piece your flesh. It feels good, real. Hearing the birds, smelling the fresh air. I live in an urban jungle, next to an urban nature reserve so we get a lot of nature here despite being next to one of the most polluted areas in the whole country. Such a contrast.
 
I recently watched Oliver Stone's Heaven & Earth. Found it touching. Many people did not, will not. Think what you will...

This scene is the one that hit me. I mean, square in the guts. It was like a scene from a former life. My former life.

Warning: there is swearing in the video, and it is potentially triggering to war veterans. But I'm posting because it does mention reincarnation in a way that I find fascinating. It's not every day you hear reincarnation being discussed this way in a movie.

Just a brief overview of the scene: The guy was in the war, met the Vietnamese woman who came back to live with him in the US. Their marriage was rocky.

 
That is not the full scene, for the record. It cuts off at the best part. Can't find it on YouTube so will try and upload it myself. Here's the rest in text:

Steve Butler: [after nearly killing Le with his gun after an argument] I can't! I can't live without you! They got me so tied up.

Le Ly: Who's doing this to you?

Steve Butler: The Marine Corps. I'm not going to get the civilian job I promised you. I'm up for an Admin Board, and they're going to kick me out. You don't know the half of it, darling. You don't know the half of it.

Le Ly: Tell me. You must tell me all. You'll feel better.

Steve Butler: I'm a killer, baby. I killed so many over there. I got so good at it they assigned me to the projects. You know, Black Ops. We killed sometimes three or four a night. All kinds. Rice farmers. Rich fat cats bankrolling the VC unit. It was a complete mind ****. Psy Ops, baby, knives, rip a man's guts out, take a bite out of his liver and drop it on his chest so he won't get to Buddha heaven. Leave him laying on the road. Cut his nuts out, stuff 'em in his mouth, sew his lips up like Frankenstein, and leave him laying in bed in his house. Well, blame it on the VC. I didn't care. Drugs, running guns, slavery, you name it. One time this guy killed a gook girl I was shacking with. We weren't supposed to fraternize with any Viet nationalists outside channels, so they killed her. They cut her throat from ear to ear. I was in hell, baby. I was in pure hell. And maybe I went dinky dau over there. Maybe I am nuts. Who the **** knows? The more I killed, the more they gave me to kill. You know what it's like doing that? It's like being eaten alive from the inside out by a belly full of sharks. You gotta keep hitting, you gotta keep moving, because if you ever stop, the ******* sharks will eat you alive. Well, one day they cut me off. And then one day I found you. And it all changed, I thought. But baby, nothing ever changes. So **** me, right?

[tries to kill himself with his own gun, but Le Ly stops him and hurls it aside]

Le Ly: No! No! It's okay.

Steve Butler: [sobbing] What's gonna happen to me, baby? I'm scared to death!

Le Ly: I don't know. I, too, was a soldier in past lives. I hurt many people. I lied, I stealed, I hate. Now I pay. Soldiers try to kill my life. Long time, I have no man love me. No respect. It's my fate. We're the same, Steve. We have made bad karma. And our soul debt will come due, if not in this life, then in another. But we can't give up. We must try. Different skin, same suffering.

Steve Butler: Le, can you love me? Can you *really* love me?
 
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Wow.. I should be happy not to remember any such cruelty, at least not to that extent. Thank you for sharing… didn´t know the movie at all, and I´m much into movies.
 
It’s not very well known. Oliver Stone did three Nam movies. Platoon, Born on The Fourth of July and Heaven & Earth. All interesting for different reasons.
 
That is not the full scene, for the record. It cuts off at the best part.
Incredible movie...
I keep the very last words before the credits:

We are here to let go of that which we can no longer hold.
Lasting victories are won in the heart, not on this land or that.
 
Landsend,

My uncle (who has since returned to Spirit) and my other uncle on my Mum’s side were Vietnam War veterans of NZ and Australia. The first one was invalided out of the war as a result of an eye injury. He and my Dad used to talk sometimes about the war, but it was only during ‘nights on the piss’. Very somber moments. I only remember a few as a child.

The second one I don’t know much about his service. But I hope that someday, every Vietnam war veteran will be respected, just like the German WWII veterans will be respected.

I’m sorry I don’t have much more to add, but I read with interest :)

Eva x
 
Eva, thanks for sharing. Do you know where about they served whilst over there?

Unfortunately, no I don't. It was never really much of a topic to talk about because I was too interested in WWII. I know though that my uncle (Dad's brother - the one with the eye injury) was one of the first NZers to head over to Vietnam.

Eva x
 
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