Fukiyama was just the last gear on a wheel that always comes around again. As long as Homo Sapiens exists, you will never see an end to war. It defines him. Without it he barely has any substance at all. As Nietzsche said, this rude camp would otherwise have no dignity at all if the martial virtues were not become necessity with them once again.
Let me quote the great epistemologist directly and you tell me if you think Fukiyama comprehended the text.
For those of you reading the text for the first time, I will explain it as concisely as possible - the conditions of peace breed bad character in men and makes them into complete fools who think themselves wise. After this they lose every single thing their ancestors built up and established for them.
Lo! I show you the Last Man.
"What is love? What is creation? What is longing? What is a star?" -- so asks the Last Man, and blinks.
The earth has become small, and on it hops the Last Man, who makes everything small. His species is ineradicable as the flea; the Last Man lives longest.
"We have discovered happiness" -- say the Last Men, and they blink.
They have left the regions where it is hard to live; for they need warmth. One still loves one's neighbor and rubs against him; for one needs warmth.
Turning ill and being distrustful, they consider sinful: they walk warily. He is a fool who still stumbles over stones or men!
A little poison now and then: that makes for pleasant dreams. And much poison at the end for a pleasant death.
One still works, for work is a pastime. But one is careful lest the pastime should hurt one.
One no longer becomes poor or rich; both are too burdensome. Who still wants to rule? Who still wants to obey? Both are too burdensome.
No shepherd, and one herd! Everyone wants the same; everyone is the same: he who feels differently goes voluntarily into the madhouse.
"Formerly all the world was insane," -- say the subtlest of them, and they blink.
They are clever and know all that has happened: so there is no end to their derision.
People still quarrel, but are soon reconciled -- otherwise it upsets their stomachs.
They have their little pleasures for the day, and their little pleasures for the night, but they have a regard for health.
"We have discovered happiness," -- say the Last Men, and they blink.
"We have discovered happiness," -- say the Last Men, and they blink.
- THUS SPAKE ZARATHRUSTRA, Friedrich Nietsche