Where comes this silent killer to steal our innocence... too, reap the tears of our daughters… and harvest the strength of our young men… War is not Civil, so why call it civil war… War is not kind, nor benevolent, it asks not whom it takes… it is death unleashed, a pale horse, let loose upon a ripe field… It is a torrent, an unholy wind, that comes to harvest our better nature. Why then do we boast of it, making heroes of our dead, building monuments to its cruelty?
Some would counsel it as a solution to the current divisions in our nation… Others would embrace it as an expedient release for their fear and anger… while more calculate the profit of it. Many, a fool has engaged in the futility of war… where death is always victorious and peace soon finds itself once more at war… a never-ending cycle of man’s inhumanity toward his brother.
Let us find another route to settle our disputes… a better way to enjoy the fruit of the spirit and mankind's labor. For, war knows only the bitter cold of the grave and the empty dreams of the dead. Let us no more counsel War… put it asunder, never more to call upon the bugles song, never more to hear the bark of cannon echo or the cry of men as they lay dying upon the blood-soaked Earth of their father’s heritage…
Never more, war.
By: Ronald A. Nelson
COL. US Army (ret.)
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