We may remember songs like this and sing them with as much passion and hope should war come again to Europe:
Pater Gruff served in the North Atlantic, the Mediterranean and the Pacific, and inculcated in me respect for those, sworn to kill him, whom he may have killed in the service of his king, and I might have been called upon to kill in the service of his successor.
We fight each other only because the few of those who speak our language and presume to call themselves our leaders cannot agree with the few who 'lead' those like us who speak another language.
I have no enemies but those who think of me as their enemy, and those I will oppose with such might as is mine until my last breath.
Friday, 18 March 2011
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