One of my favorite swords came from Bugei Trading Company many years back, they called it their "Peace" sword. That is an odd name for a weapon designed to vivisect humans on the field of battle. The theme of the sword is based on a haiku by Basho, a famous Japanese poet. The saya is black with golden tufts of grass. The menuki are golden horses romping about after a battle, freed from their riders, and the tsuba also reflects the theme of mounted samurai.
All that remains.
Where Samurai used to dream.
Monday I am going to be officiating at a memorial service for an old friend. Like me, he was a Vietnam veteran. Did he hate the Vietcong or Communist Vietnamese soldiers? I don't really know, we never talked about it. After all "they" did not look like us either, it was easy to demonize them as the enemy. In case you are asking, no I did not, do not, hate them. What makes a people invade and attack another people? What drives thousands of men to fight and kill other people they do not know, people who never offended them? If we should hate anything it should be the governments that stir up nationalistic fervor, who create false justification for going to war with other nations. I found the Vietnamese and the Japanese to be wonderful people. They are people just like us, when divested of their governments' desire for power and greed. And who are we to put on the robes of purity after killing hundreds of thousands of people in the name of Freedom and Democracy?