...some in snow, some on crags, some in quicksands, little by little, much by much, they are fighting, fighting, fighting that where there was death there may be life.
"When a man is prey to anger, he is moved by outside things; when he holds his ground in patience patience patience, that is action or beauty," the soldier's defense and hardest armor for the fight....
|My great-grandfather - WWI|
If these great patient dyings -- all these agonies and woundbearings and blood shed -- can teach us how to live, these dyings were not wasted. Hate-hardened heart, O heart of iron, iron is iron till it is rust. There never was a war that was not inward;
|Aaron's dad, blessed not to serve in active combat, and grandfather - WWII|
I must fight till I have conquered in myself what causes war... ~Marianne Moore