tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615090486175644658.post5419221098684776014..comments2023-10-25T06:19:20.288-07:00Comments on A Walker in the City: Writings by Peter Anastas: Barack Obama's Victory and the Bush LegacyPeter Anastashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08372139385565530486noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615090486175644658.post-66270099482187668602009-04-03T06:19:00.000-07:002009-04-03T06:19:00.000-07:002) Letter from Roland Leighton to Vera Brittain (A...2) Letter from Roland Leighton to Vera Brittain (August, 1915) <BR/><BR/>Among this chaos of twisted iron and splintered timber and shapeless earth are the fleshless, blackened bones of simple men who poured out their red, sweet wine of youth unknowing, for nothing more tangible than Honour or their Country's Glory or another's Lust of Power. Let him who thinks that war is a glorious golden thing, who loves to roll forth stirring words of exhortation, invoking Honour and Praise and Valour and Love of Country. Let him look at a little pile of sodden grey rags that cover half a skull and a shine bone and what might have been its ribs, or at this skeleton lying on its side, resting half-crouching as it fell, supported on one arm, perfect but that it is headless, and with the tattered clothing still draped around it; and let him realise how grand and glorious a thing it is to have distilled all Youth and Joy and Life into a foetid heap of hideous putrescence.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11769489439809878519noreply@blogger.com