O Lord, Our God, help usto tear their soldiersto bloody shredswith out shells,help us to cover their smiling fieldswith the pale formsof their patriot dead;help usto drown the thunderof the gunswith the shrieksof their wounded,writhing in pain;help usto lay wastetheir humble homeswith a hurricane of fire;help usto wring the heartsof their unoffending widowswith unavailing grief;...
for our sakeswhoi adroe Thee, Lordblast their hopes,blight their lives,...
We ask itin the spirit of love,of Him who is the Source of Love...
Amen
(Excerpts, written during the American-Philippine war in the first decade of the twentieth century by Mark Twain. Read the whole thing. It's short, and an interesting read!)
― pepektheassassin (pepektheassassin), Saturday, 3 September 2005 18:49 (nineteen years ago)
― pepektheassassin (pepektheassassin), Saturday, 3 September 2005 18:54 (nineteen years ago)
― Daniel_Rf (Daniel_Rf), Saturday, 3 September 2005 18:59 (nineteen years ago)
― I Ain't No Addict, Whoever Heard of a Junkie as Old as Me? (noodle vague), Saturday, 3 September 2005 19:01 (nineteen years ago)
― pepektheassassin (pepektheassassin), Sunday, 4 September 2005 15:36 (nineteen years ago)
― Aimless (Aimless), Sunday, 4 September 2005 17:19 (nineteen years ago)
― Markelby (Mark C), Sunday, 4 September 2005 20:32 (nineteen years ago)
However, if it makes you feel any better, I will gladly stipulate that I, too, have been known to succumb to minor bouts of cowardice from time to time. It takes a rather inhuman and inflexible personality to avoid this failing altogether.
― Aimless (Aimless), Sunday, 4 September 2005 22:22 (nineteen years ago)