"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."
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In a war of ideas, it is people who get killed.
In a war of ideas, it is people who get killed.
War is a poor chisel to carve out tomorrow.
War is a poor chisel to carve out tomorrow.
You led our sons across the haunted flood,
Into the Canaan of their high desire--
No milk read more
You led our sons across the haunted flood,
Into the Canaan of their high desire--
No milk and honey there, but tears and blood
Flowed where the hosts of evil trod in fire,
And left a worse than desert where they passed.
The real war will never get in the books.
The real war will never get in the books.
Only the winners decide what were war crimes.
Only the winners decide what were war crimes.
I venture to say no war can be long carried on against the will of the people.
I venture to say no war can be long carried on against the will of the people.
He stands erect; his slouch becomes a walk;
He steps right onward, martial in his air,
His read more
He stands erect; his slouch becomes a walk;
He steps right onward, martial in his air,
His form and movement.
It is not only the living who are killed in war.rn
It is not only the living who are killed in war.rn
