I am sure that none of us – me and you – who grew up in this peaceful time can fully explain those two simple but painful words, no one can imagine. The sufferings, the hidden memories that will never be forgotten, the nightmares that last a lifetime are in these two simple but not simple words.
What remained after the war? Win. People talk about war with many different moods, but people never mention war and forget to mention victory. The winner or the loser, the brave or the coward, the advocate or the anti-war, all must speak of victory. It seems that it is an inseparable couple, because what’s the point of war if there is no victory, people always need to win something, pursue something above that, then they fight for each other. But whoever mentioned war and victory, it always seemed to be the story of men. Only men go to the battlefield, only men fight, shoot and kill each other to win, only men can endure the fierceness of war. Really?
If so, who gave birth to men and sent them to war? If so, who gathered food and wealth to support the battlefield even though they were starving to the end? If so, who rushed into the trenches to heal the wounded? If so, who will take care of every meal and sleep for the soldiers? If so, then the girls of sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, and twenty had to put aside their innocence, their teenage dreams to become female guerrillas, female captains / pilots. fighter pilots, female snipers, female engineers…? Who is?
People always remember war as a war only of men. I do not know why. Perhaps because of the stereotypes in cultures and traditions that only men are strong, belligerent, hunter-gatherers and fight each other for territory? Or maybe it’s because they think that men are more ambitious and aggressive than women, ready to fight and kill each other mercilessly? But there is one thing I understand, that victory is written by men who are always beautiful, always noble, no matter how much they have to sacrifice, no matter how much they have killed, no matter how painful and fierce they have been. much, but in the end, still the sublime beauty of victory, with no room for sentimentality and female emotions, they say. But, it is what they consider to be “soft and feminine” that are the truest emotions, the most vivid and real images in the war, that make us see the war closer, not It’s a strange tragic story.
“Because women give life, they have so many feelings about war.”
In more than 400 pages, Svetlana Alexievich – the writer who won the 2015 Nobel Prize for Literature – has brought us the most vivid and true documents about the war between the Soviet Red Army and Nazi Germany during World War II. Twenty-five years of traveling across the country, listening to stories, searching to the bottom of the truth, crying and laughing together, Svetlana has exposed before our eyes a cruel, fierce war, a “ruth” patience” without hesitation hits our heart and mind, causing it to shake and flabbergasted. What is behind the great and noble victory? What is behind the people who have lived and died for their ideals? They were girls at a carefree age who had to kill a human with their own hands. These are girls in their early twenties with gray hair. Those girls could no longer cry in front of the piled bodies. Those are the girls who, after all the pain they have to witness, still cry quietly at night, silently in pain, quietly haunting. And those girls have had to carry the sequelae of war all their lives.
Suddenly I felt a deep sense of shame at the thought of having supported the war to get rid of those who wanted to invade my country. Are not. No one wants war to break out. No one wants their clothes to be stained with blood, the gentle rivers and streams of their country are red with blood, their land is the blood and bones of its children. No one wants that too. War is too cruel, too fierce to happen again. I don’t think I can live through one or more wars like that. I do not understand how strong that ideal is so that people are not afraid of death, not afraid of separation, but committed. I don’t understand how intense the love for the Fatherland and the hatred that burns are. And most of all, I don’t understand why such nice and peaceful people have become such cruel and cruel wild animals. It is as if people are no longer human in war, war tore apart not only the human body but also the heart and soul.