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Don't one of you fire until you see the whites of their eyes.
Don't one of you fire until you see the whites of their eyes.
The quietly pacifist peaceful always die to make room for men who shout
The quietly pacifist peaceful always die to make room for men who shout
Only the winners decide what were war crimes.
Only the winners decide what were war crimes.
He who flies at the right time can fight again.
[Lat., Celuy qui fuit bonne heure
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He who flies at the right time can fight again.
[Lat., Celuy qui fuit bonne heure
Peut combattre derechef.]
"I cannot bear it!" said the pewter soldier. "I have shed pewter
tears! It is too melancholy! Rather let read more
"I cannot bear it!" said the pewter soldier. "I have shed pewter
tears! It is too melancholy! Rather let me go to the wars and
lose arms and legs! It would at least be a change. I cannot
bear it longer! Now, I know what it is to have a visit from
one's old thoughts, with what they may bring with them! I have
had a visit from mine, and you may be sure it is no pleasant
thing in the end; I was at last about to jump down from the
drawers."
Instead of breaking that bridge, we should, if possible, provide
another, that he may retire the sooner out of read more
Instead of breaking that bridge, we should, if possible, provide
another, that he may retire the sooner out of Europe.
The history of those who shed those other tears, the history of those anonymous millions, is what Terkel wants readers read more
The history of those who shed those other tears, the history of those anonymous millions, is what Terkel wants readers and listeners to come away with. What's it like to be that goofy little soldier, scared stiff, with his bayonet aimed at Christ? What's it like to have been a woman in a defense-plant job during World War II? What's it like to be a kid at the front lines? It's all funny and tragic at the same time.
Sometime they'll give a war and nobody will come.
Sometime they'll give a war and nobody will come.
They shall not pass till the stars be darkened:
Two swords crossed in front of the Hun;
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They shall not pass till the stars be darkened:
Two swords crossed in front of the Hun;
Never a groan but God has harkened,
Counting their cruelties one by one.
