MY HATRED OF WAR MUST STEM FROM WHEN I WAS IN THE WOMB. I was born in late 1942. My parents used to listen to war news on the radio every day, and my mother liked Tommy Dorsey. I could hear it while I was growing in her warm belly, the sound of the radio penetrating right through her body and into my cute little fetus ears. Swing music gave me a good feeling, and I love to listen to it even today. But the war headlines scared me and left a lasting impression. U. S. forces surrendered in Corregidor in May and I remember my dad cursing loudly and my mom crying. The news in June was of the Battle of Midway. My dad’s best friend was on one of those ships. In August, we invaded Guadalcanal and the reports were frightening. “I would have been in on that,” I heard my dad say. He had been badly wounded at Pearl Harbor and given a medical discharge, walking with a limp for the rest of his life. So, when I arrived, I was almost predestined to be anti-war. I had received early lessons on the inhumanity and waste of it all, and it doesn’t matter how well-equipped you are, or how well-trained you are, or how alert and careful you are. “Survival,” wrote Nadezhda Mandelstam, “is a matter of pure chance.”
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