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.
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Before a war military science seems a real science, like astronomy; but after a war it seems more like astrology.
Before a war military science seems a real science, like astronomy; but after a war it seems more like astrology.
Sixteen hours ago an American airplane dropped one bomb on Hiroshima.... The force from which the sun draws its power read more
Sixteen hours ago an American airplane dropped one bomb on Hiroshima.... The force from which the sun draws its power has been loosed against those who brought war to the Far East.
DepLeted uranium is a warcrime
in progress.
Doug Rokke
appointed by Norman Schwarzkopf as
commander of a cleanup crew of read more
DepLeted uranium is a warcrime
in progress.
Doug Rokke
appointed by Norman Schwarzkopf as
commander of a cleanup crew of several hundred,
30 of whom have died of cancer
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The more you sweat in peacetime, the less you bleed during war.
The more you sweat in peacetime, the less you bleed during war.
An unjust peace is better than a just war.
An unjust peace is better than a just war.
When every autumn people said it could not last through the winter, and when every spring there was still no read more
When every autumn people said it could not last through the winter, and when every spring there was still no end in sight, only the hope that out of it all some good would accrue to mankind kept men and nations fighting. When at last it was over, the war had many diverse results and one dominant one transcending all others: disillusion.
It would be superfluous in me to point out to your Lordship that
this is war.
It would be superfluous in me to point out to your Lordship that
this is war.
She is a wall of brass;
You shall not pass! You shall not pass!
Spring up like read more
She is a wall of brass;
You shall not pass! You shall not pass!
Spring up like Summer grass,
Surge at her, mass on mass,
Still shall you break like glass,
Splinter and break like shivered glass,
But pass?
You shall not pass!
The object of war is not to die for your country but to make the other bastard die for his.
The object of war is not to die for your country but to make the other bastard die for his.
