31-10-2009, 02:47 AM
And you yourself would mutter when
You took the things that once were men,
And sped them through that zone of hate
To where the dripping surgeons wait;
And wonder too if in God's sight
War ever, ever can be right.
You took the things that once were men,
And sped them through that zone of hate
To where the dripping surgeons wait;
And wonder too if in God's sight
War ever, ever can be right.
– From “Foreword” by British ambulance driver, Robert Service
Someone will have to write the musical composition. I hear muted drums, and maybe a distant French horn.
"Where is the intersection between the world's deep hunger and your deep gladness?"