It’s easy to send others to war in the name of freedom, in the name of faith, or whatever other lies may be told. Much harder to be there yourself on the front line exactly where politicians who call for sacrifice and war should be.
I don’t know how to define freedom, but I know that the peace I live with my family in is deeper than any imagined form of freedom; a peace where I can walk the streets without fear, where public transport feels safe, where the absence of weapons and the quiet between people are the norm, not the exception , a peace where I am not sent to fight in wars for ideas that are not mine.