One of the most terrible aspects of war is the long lasting trauma of children. The world would do itself a favour if it stopped to look at these children- the worlds future - and what we are doing to them and the generation that follows them.
Nothing is more humbling to many a soldier than to see a child or a group of children trying to find way to still be children in a war zone.
A little girl explaining to her favourite toy the distruction of her home or a little boy in a football shirt kicking a can along a bloody street with the grace and focus of pele...
The above cartoon you posted, symbolises the deep desire in us all to be free to live our lives in peace and to have times when we are able to relax and kick a ball about without the fear of bombs or military strikes.
I wanted you to know that the above cartoon affected me (and others who I pointed it out to) very deeply.
You have a bit of a fan club this end.
And we all take our hats off to you.
Endy
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An Irish Airman Forsees His Death
I KNOW that I shall meet my fate
Somewhere among the clouds above;
Those that I fight I do not hate,
Those that I guard I do not love;
My county is Kiltartan Cross,
My countrymen Kiltartan's poor,
No likely end could bring them loss
Or leave them happier than before.
Nor law, nor duty bade me fight,
Nor public men, nor cheering crowds,
A lonely impulse of delight
Drove to this tumult in the clouds;
I balanced all, brought all to mind,
The years to come seemed waste of breath,
A waste of breath the years behind
In balance with this life, this death.
William Butler Yeats
(... just to add to msolga's frustration:)
I love this thread and look in on it quite often! Thumbs up to msolga and panzade.
Can I....post a poem?
Quote:An Irish Airman Forsees His Death
I KNOW that I shall meet my fate
Somewhere among the clouds above;
Those that I fight I do not hate,
Those that I guard I do not love;
My county is Kiltartan Cross,
My countrymen Kiltartan's poor,
No likely end could bring them loss
Or leave them happier than before.
Nor law, nor duty bade me fight,
Nor public men, nor cheering crowds,
A lonely impulse of delight
Drove to this tumult in the clouds;
I balanced all, brought all to mind,
The years to come seemed waste of breath,
A waste of breath the years behind
In balance with this life, this death.
William Butler Yeats
ehh.. it's the peom I am just reading a getting puzzled and soon getting rid of the puzzle with the aid of Dlowan...Nothing to do with cartoons really...but maybe match with the title of this thread...
) but you certainly have a way with words! I am mightily impressed & often very moved by your work. (It's hard to know how to respond to a knock-out poem though. "Great!" or "I really like that." doesn't really hit the mark! A person could come across very trite.)
