Ending War, For Real

SINCE 2014, we have been "celebrating" the one hundredth anniversary of World War One, which at the time was called "the war to end all wars". Didn't quite work out that way, eh? Now, as we approach twenty eighteen, we approach the end of the anniversary. Like all wars, the first word war, which ended in 1918 with devastation everywhere, was a complete nightmare, far deadlier and more horrible than anybody could possibly have imagined at the time. The war shocked the world so much that the world began taking drastic measures to prevent or ameliorate future wars, the Geneva conventions, and such. Horrible wars have always spurred frantic attempts to create peace, which have never worked. At least, not yet. But hey, why don't we try it again? Why don't we, as a species, the next war that comes along, - and of course knowing us one will come along any day now - declare it to be "the war to end all wars", and swear up and down, swear upon the Bible or whatever, every last one of us, that there will never again be warfare upon this planet. This time maybe we, unlike our ancestors, will really mean it! On the other hand, you know what they say about people who keep doing the same thing, expecting different results. So be it. We're crazy. Humans are crazy. As if that were news. Surely we can count on people like Vladimir Putin and Donald Trump to initiate a new war somewhere reasonably soon, considering how god like they both seem to consider themselves. Another possibility would be to choose a currently ongoing war, like the one in Afghanistan which the Untied States has been prosecuting for, oh, decades, and declare that when it ends, there shall be no more war, that the great war against whoever it is the United States is fighting in Afghanistan is now designated; the war to end all wars. There's only one problem: who's to say that this particular war will ever itself end?