I’m not naïve enough to say that war is strictly a human thing. It’s not. Hell, the sky above my house right now looks like the Battle of Britain. Instead of Junkers and Spitfires dueling for supremacy, I have hawks and crows. They’re just going at it. The hawks launch an attack and the crows defend. Then the crows attack and that gets pushed back by the hawks. The area making up no-bird’s sky is largely unmoving as these avian forces fight over…whatever birds like that fight over. But it is a constant thing. A daily thing. Hawks and crows battling it out while a pair of bald eagles sit high up on one tree and watch it all. I imagine the eagles are up there heckling like Statler and Waldorf.
Humans are worse. Humans will fight with anyone, over anything. Period. At least the birds are territorial. Humans will flip bullets at each other because someone said something a second party didn’t like. They’ll lay the hate down over parking spots at the local grocery store and then do it again over a spot in the checkout line. Humans will beat the hell out of each other because a group of professional athletes they support lost a game. Hell, that even happens sometimes when the team wins. Whenever an “American” professional sport crowns a champ, we all prep for the overnight riots…usually a bunch of hooligans turning over cars and lighting shit on fire because a group of millionaires scored more points than another group of millionaires. Humans will fight over anything. Seriously. Anything. It doesn’t seem to matter whether the point of contention is a 5 gallon can of gas, a tanker of crude, or a whole damn oilfield…we will fight over anything.
Matt Hardman 