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Ho, ho, ho, huh?
I'd like to think that someday, somehow, we'll be able to bring a lot of our service persons home for the holidays and all the other days too by putting a stop to the insanity of the Pentarchy's Long War.
Peace,
I'd like to think that someday, somehow, we'll be able to bring a lot of our service persons home for the holidays and all the other days too by putting a stop to the insanity of the Pentarchy's Long War.
Peace,
Jeff
Happy New Year, Commander.
ReplyDeleteAnd yes, peace. Here's hoping, anyway.
A thought for all this war's victims, willing and unwitting:
Move him into the sun -
Gently its touch awoke him once,
At home, whispering of fields unsown.
Always it woke him, even in France,
Until this morning and this snow.
If anything might rouse him now
The kind old sun will know.
Think how it wakes the seeds, -
Woke, once, the clays of a cold star.
Are limbs, so dear-achieved, are sides,
Full-nerved, - still warm, - too hard to stir?
Was it for this the clay grew tall?
- O what made fatuous sunbeams toil
To break earth's sleep at all?
(Wilfred Owen- Futility)
Thanks, JP. Happy New Year!
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