dedalus Posted February 22, 2011 Share Posted February 22, 2011 (edited) I place a warm paternal hand on the cold ivory skulls of dead children, gone now these hundreds of years. It seems so unfair that children should lose their lives in war, their parents also, victims of time and place. The siege of this or that city in this or that war, a young inflamed soldiery allowed to do whatever they like. Such a long history of drunkenness, fear and cruelty in so many lands. The Great War opened the doors of industrial killing: the incessant pounding of artillery, the poison gas, machine guns, tanks, flame-throwers ... so that the Holocaust, seen in this way, was no real departure, simply a new development perfected over centuries. Edited February 23, 2011 by dedalus Quote Drown your sorrows in drink, by all means, but the real sorrows can swim Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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