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It would be superfluous in me to point out to your Lordship that
this is war.
It would be superfluous in me to point out to your Lordship that
this is war.
A prisoner of war is a man who tries to kill you and fails, and then asks you not to read more
A prisoner of war is a man who tries to kill you and fails, and then asks you not to kill him.
She is a wall of brass;
You shall not pass! You shall not pass!
Spring up like read more
She is a wall of brass;
You shall not pass! You shall not pass!
Spring up like Summer grass,
Surge at her, mass on mass,
Still shall you break like glass,
Splinter and break like shivered glass,
But pass?
You shall not pass!
Older men declare war. But it is the youth that must fight and die.
Older men declare war. But it is the youth that must fight and die.
The day when nobody comes back from a war it will be because the war has at last been properly read more
The day when nobody comes back from a war it will be because the war has at last been properly organized.
It seems like such a terrible shame that innocent civilians have to get hurt in wars, otherwise combat would be read more
It seems like such a terrible shame that innocent civilians have to get hurt in wars, otherwise combat would be such a wonderfully healthy way to rid the human race of unneeded trash.
"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."
You know — we've had to imagine the war here, and we have imagined that it was being fought by read more
You know — we've had to imagine the war here, and we have imagined that it was being fought by aging men like ourselves. We had forgotten that the wars were fought by babies. When I saw those freashly shaved faces, it was a shock. 'My God, my God —' I said to myself, 'it's the Children's Crusade.'
