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A people free to choose will always choose peace.
A people free to choose will always choose peace.
I was an infantry officer in the Army from 1969 to 1971. Men in my platoon who had served time read more
I was an infantry officer in the Army from 1969 to 1971. Men in my platoon who had served time in Vietnam told me many stories—but none more chilling than the one from two helicopter pilots. They told me how they would shoot the friendlies on their way back from reconnaissance missions just so they could empty their ammunition before returning to base. The friendlies were South Vietnamese women and children, helpless victims in a war they did not understand. But to the American pilots, they were simply dots on the ground.
Whitehead is a political conservative.
Peace is not a relationship of nations. It is a condition of mind brought about by a serenity of soul. read more
Peace is not a relationship of nations. It is a condition of mind brought about by a serenity of soul. Peace is not merely the absence of war. It is also a state of mind. Lasting peace can come only to peaceful people.
No tree has branches so foolish as to fight among
themselves.
Ojibway Tribe.
No tree has branches so foolish as to fight among
themselves.
Ojibway Tribe.
True peace is not merely the absence of tension: it is the presence of justice
True peace is not merely the absence of tension: it is the presence of justice
Peace, commerce, and honest friendship with all nations — entangling alliances with none.
Peace, commerce, and honest friendship with all nations — entangling alliances with none.
The peace makers shall be called the children of God.
The peace makers shall be called the children of God.
Alternative Terror
War Tanks rolled over to
Jenin and its Refugee Camp
As battlefields in a minute
Clouds of read more
Alternative Terror
War Tanks rolled over to
Jenin and its Refugee Camp
As battlefields in a minute
Clouds of black smokes belched
From the nozzle of the missiles
Turned the dwellings into debris
And lives breathe under rubble
Still desires of living
That will never be fulfilled
Sighing are heard in the air
Unseen ghosts are roaming freely
Searching their brotherhoods
Living or dead
Souls are still weeping bitterly
With sorrows that never end
In the war turned atmosphere
Flying high in the sky appeared
The hungry vultures that smell
Odors of rotten human flesh
As if the open graveyards
To wipe the terrors and even its ghosts
Out of the worldly atmosphere
Reassuring pure peace
In every people’s mind
Is’t the rebirth of terror
Or alternative terror ?
© Pushpa Ratna Tuladhar.
The trenchant blade Toledo trusty.
For want of fighting was grown rusty,
And ate into itself for read more
The trenchant blade Toledo trusty.
For want of fighting was grown rusty,
And ate into itself for lack
Of somebody to hew and hack.
