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If war should sweep our commerce from the seas, another generation will restore it. If war exhausts our treasury, future read more
If war should sweep our commerce from the seas, another generation will restore it. If war exhausts our treasury, future industry will replenish it. If war desiccate and lay waste our fields, under new cultivation they will grow green again and ripen to future harvest. If the walls of yonder Capitol should fall and its decorations be covered by the dust of battle, all these can be rebuilt. But who shall reconstruct the fabric of a demolished government; who shall dwell in the well-proportioned columns of constitutional liberty; who shall frame together the skillful architecture which unites sovereignty with state's rights, individual security with prosperity?
The history of those who shed those other tears, the history of those anonymous millions, is what Terkel wants readers read more
The history of those who shed those other tears, the history of those anonymous millions, is what Terkel wants readers and listeners to come away with. What's it like to be that goofy little soldier, scared stiff, with his bayonet aimed at Christ? What's it like to have been a woman in a defense-plant job during World War II? What's it like to be a kid at the front lines? It's all funny and tragic at the same time.
In war, there are no unwounded soldiers.
In war, there are no unwounded soldiers.
A soldier will fight long and hard for a bit of colored ribbon.
A soldier will fight long and hard for a bit of colored ribbon.
I don't know whether war is an interlude during peace, or peace is an interlude during war.
I don't know whether war is an interlude during peace, or peace is an interlude during war.
Gaily! gaily! close our ranks!
Arm! Advance!
Hope of France!
Gaily! gaily! closed our read more
Gaily! gaily! close our ranks!
Arm! Advance!
Hope of France!
Gaily! gaily! closed our ranks!
Onward! Onward! Gauls and Franks!
"I cannot bear it!" said the pewter soldier. "I have shed pewter
tears! It is too melancholy! Rather let read more
"I cannot bear it!" said the pewter soldier. "I have shed pewter
tears! It is too melancholy! Rather let me go to the wars and
lose arms and legs! It would at least be a change. I cannot
bear it longer! Now, I know what it is to have a visit from
one's old thoughts, with what they may bring with them! I have
had a visit from mine, and you may be sure it is no pleasant
thing in the end; I was at last about to jump down from the
drawers."
The day when nobody comes back from a war it will be because the war has at last been properly read more
The day when nobody comes back from a war it will be because the war has at last been properly organized.
The grim fact is that we prepare for war like precocious giants, and for peace like retarded pygmies.
The grim fact is that we prepare for war like precocious giants, and for peace like retarded pygmies.