The Windows Shake Reminding Me of the "Chance for Peace" Speech

The windows shake reminding me of the "Chance for Peace" speech.  No I am not in a war zone, but it sounds like one.  We are an hour away from the base at Fort Bragg, but today alone I have heard around a dozen different explosions which shake the windows and doors.  I can't stop thinking of the literal monetary cost of these constant war-game exercises and Dwight D. Eisenhower's 'Chance For Peace' speech.

Every gun that is made, every warship launched, every rocket fired signifies, in the final sense, a theft from those who hunger and are not fed, those who are cold and are not clothed.

This world in arms is not spending money alone. It is spending the sweat of its laborers, the genius of its scientists, the hopes of its children. The cost of one modern heavy bomber is this: a modern brick school in more than 30 cities. It is two electric power plants, each serving a town of 60,000 population. It is two fine, fully equipped hospitals. It is some fifty miles of concrete pavement. We pay for a single fighter with a half-million bushels of wheat. We pay for a single destroyer with new homes that could have housed more than 8,000 people. . . . This is not a way of life at all, in any true sense. Under the cloud of threatening war, it is humanity hanging from a cross of iron.

My religion has taught me that we are to practice peace and joy and to be delighted by them.  So why all of this constant practice of drama and tumult?  This has been going on for years.  Will we rise above it? Ever?

The other night I dreamt that atomic bombs were going off all around me.  Life suddenly felt hopeless.  Was it because these bombs are affecting my dreams?  They were busy all night last night.