[In this excerpt, the final entry in my father’s first journal, a letter from a friend (Pablo Vyrros) sparks a reaction in which my father muses about the metamorphosis from “civilized man into a fighting savage.” He also expresses growing doubts about his personal life and his journaling objectives.]
November 18, 1942 (Middlebury College)
This afternoon another of those tremendous letters from Pablo. He’s found a new girl, – “no pledges, no vows, until after the war.” After the war, – we can’t escape it. We are putting by so much of life until after the war. If we postpone enough of it, probably it won’t be so hard to die. Here’s Pablo in the Army now about half a year. A few days ago one-third of his squadron leaves suddenly for the African front. And Pablo? Still in Texas and feeling lousy, cheated, emotionally unstrung, because he can’t be out there in the thick of the fighting, “to kill or be killed.”
That’s the power of war. You don’t go to battle because you’re patriotic, because you believe that you’re fighting for a better world. No! To hell with ideals! Go to war to fight, because the Army has made you a fighting man, and that’s your job. That’s what’s happened to Pablo. That can happen to me, in fact, is happening to me.
What, after all, can prevent the metamorphosis of a civilized man into a fighting savage? Religion, for one thing. But I have only a few ideas, no real emotional convictions. Then there’s love. I have Dottie. There’s my big chance. But even there I can sometimes feel the tie weakening. This week, for instance. I think we’re losing out. What’s the use? I’m asking myself. Even now we have no time for each other. The great work of growing together has come to an end.
I remember my cynicism of last year and am tempted back towards it. [Middlebury professor] Doc Cook’s impassioned talk on ideals and first causes left me cold today. Aimless flitting.
So this is the end of the first chapter of my Journal. I think that there is some development recorded here, but I am more than ever faced with the question, – Development for what? I don’t know the answer.