I became a pacifist before I became a teenager. It happened when we lived in Germany, 10 years after the end of the second World War. The scars from those days were obvious everywhere… we were both nervous and curious about the bunkers in the farmers’ fields, the small cemeteries that we came upon as we rode through the Black Forest, the burned out, half-destroyed villages and the anxiety in the eyes of many Germans, the angst that we felt against their occupiers.  Continue reading →