2013e68
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We need to expose the motives of our political leaders, point out their connections to corporate power, show how huge profits are being made out of death and suffering.
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war
zinn
politicians
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Howard Zinn |
400af2f
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I hated him for making me stop hating him
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war
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Tim O'Brien |
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But the idea of a peace dividend could not be stifled so long as Americans were in need. Shortly after the war, historian Marilyn Young warned: The U.S. can destroy Iraq's highways, but not build its own; create the conditions for epidemic in Iraq, but not offer health care to millions of Americans. It can excoriate Iraqi treatment of the Kurdish minority, but not deal with domestic race relations; create homelessness abroad but not solve it here; keep a half million troops drug free as part of a war, but refuse to fund the treatment of millions of drug addicts at home. . . . . We shall lose the war after we have won it.
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war
united-states
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Howard Zinn |
45a526d
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Kabul fell prey to men who looked like they had tumbled out of their mothers with Kalashnikov in hand...
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war
war-lords
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Khaled Hosseini |
c8c0072
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"Against the claims of a violent "human nature" there is enormous historical evidence that people, when free of a manufactured nationalist or religious hysteria, are more inclined to be compassionate than cruel. When citizens have an opportunity to learn of vicious acts committed by their own governments, they react with indignation and protest. So long as atrocities remain remote, abstract, they will be tolerated, even by decent people."
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violence
war
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Howard Zinn |
6b20b59
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"Do the people in this country approve of this war?" [...]. "Approve? You don't think we'd lie down and let the damned Thuvians walk all over us? Our status as a world power is at stake!" "But I mean the people, not the government. The... the people who must fight." "What's it to them? They're used to mass conscriptions. It's what they're for, my dear fellow! To fight for their country. And let me tell you, there's no better soldier on earth than the Ioti man of the ranks, once he's broken in to taking orders. In peacetime he may spout sentimental pacifism, but the grit's there, underneath. The common soldier hs always been our greatest resource as a nation. It's how we became the leader we are." "By climbing up on a pile of dead children?" [...]. "No,"[...] "you'll find the soul of the people true as steel, when the country's threatened. A few rabble-rousers in Nio and the mill towns make a big noise between wars, but it's grand to see how people close ranks when the flag's in danger. You're unwilling to believe that, I know. The trouble with Odonianism, [...], is that it's womanish. It simply doesn't include the virile side of life. 'Blood and steel, battle's brightness,' as the old poet says. It doesn't understand courage--love of the flag." [...] "That may be true, in part. At least, we have no flags."
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war
soldier
patriotism
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Ursula K. Le Guin |
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New York Times military analyst Hanson Baldwin wrote, shortly after the war: The enemy, in a military sense, was in a hopeless strategic position by the time the Potsdam demand for unconditional surrender was made on July 26. Such then, was the situation when we wiped out Hiroshima and Nagasaki. Need we have done it? No one can, of course, be positive, but the answer is almost certainly negative.
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war
japan
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Howard Zinn |
1b516cd
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I am tempted to find reason and justice in the fact that he died as violently and indecently as he lived. But that is too ingenuous a way out. It does not explain Dimitrios; it only apologizes for him. Special sorts of conditions must exist for the creation of the special sort of criminal that he typified...all I do know is that while might is right, while chaos and anarchy masquerade as order and enlightenment, those conditions will obtain.
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war
psychology
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Eric Ambler |
da3e701
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So it comes about that the war [World War I] seems, to us, to have been fought less over territory than the way it would be remembered, that the war's true subject is remembrance. Indeed the whole war -- which was being remembered even as it was fought, whose fallen were being remembered before they fell -- seems not so much to be tinted by retrospect as to have been fought retrospectively.
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war
retrospection
wwi
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Geoff Dyer |
dd55ea1
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sorry, luv, all is far in war/
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war
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Jennifer L. Armentrout |
53d9b1c
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I do not think that in those early days of September, Hitler was fully aware that he had irrevocably unleashed a world war. He had merely meant to move one step further. To be sure, he was ready to accept the risk associated with that step, just as he had been a year before during the Czech crisis; but he had prepared himself only for the risk, not really for the great war.
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war
hitler
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Albert Speer |
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The heavy round face was looking at him, the hard look of a man who had also understood, who had seen all the stupidity, who knew, after all, that the gold stars were often mindless decoration, that the army was led not by symbols, but by the fallible egos and blind fantasies of men.
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war
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Jeff Shaara |
37f45ec
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He thought of that heroic Colonel Pontmercy . . . who had left upon every field of victory in Europe drops of that same blood which he, Marius, had in his veins, who had grown grey before his time in discipline and in command, who had lived with his sword-belt buckled, his epaulets falling on his breast, his cockade blackened by powder, his forehead wrinkled by the cap, in the barracks, in the camp, in the bivouac, in the ambulance, and who after twenty years had returned from the great wars with his cheek scarred, his face smiling, simple, tranquil, admirable, pure as a child, having done everything for France and nothing against her.
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war
heroes
les-misérables
father-and-son
hero
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Victor Hugo |
b0b110a
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Charlotte was used to all the marks of war: the shabbiness of things, bad food, shop queues, posters about the war effort, people with worried faces, people dressed in black. She was used to seeing the wounded men from the hospital with their bright blue uniforms and bright red ties, the colours, she thought, if not the clothes of Arthur's soldiers. Such things did not disturb her, and the war seemed quite remote. But this disturbed her, the grotesque kind of circus that came now. It did not seem remote at all, nor did it fit with her vague ideas of war gained from those books of Arthur's she had read, with their flags and glory and brave drummer boys. How could you dare to become a soldier, knowing that you might end like this? There were men like clowns with white heads, white arms, white legs, men with crutches, slings, and bloodied bandages, and all so distressingly like men you would expect to see walking down the street, two armed, two legged, in hats instead of bandages and suits of black not battered khaki. Some came on stretchers borne by whole and ordinary men, some hobbled and leaned on whole ordinary arms. Most had mud dried thick across their clothes, and all came from the dark station's mouth with the spewings of trains behind, the clankings, thumpings, grindings, the sounds like great devils taking in breaths and blowing them out again.
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war
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Penelope Farmer |
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Nothing glamorous like the write-ups in the papers or the newsreels. We weren't heroes. We were only there...
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war
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Robert Cormier |
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Chamberlain raised his saber, let loose the shout that was the greatest sound he could make, boiling the yell up from his chest: Fix bayonets! Charge! Fix bayonets! Charge! Fix bayonets! Charge! He leaped down from the boulder, still screaming, his voice beginning to to crack and give, and all around him his men were roaring animal screams, and he saw the whole Regiment rising and pouring over the wall and beginning to bound down through the dark bushes, over the dead and dying wounded, hats coming off, hair flying, mouths making sounds, one man firing as he ran, the last bullet, last round.
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war
history
inspirational
gallantry
civil-war
civil-war-fiction
warrior
drama
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Michael Shaara |
7e66bde
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See what's inside a drop of water. The whole seed of the universe. Come, come. See what's inside a drop of blood. The composition of life. It's all there. Hate as well. We approach the mystery of life, but it's impossible to understand the mystery of hate. The kind of hate that causes people not only to kill, but to want to erase you from the census of births. I have to concentrate on that mystery. Read everything there is. It has to be in a drop of blood. It has to have its chemistry.
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war
life
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Manuel Rivas |
1707177
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The slaves toiling in the temple of this god began to feel rebellion at his harsh tasks.
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war
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Stephen Crane |
5ff69c3
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"The haughty nephew ... and an even haughtier wife, both convinced that Germany was appointed by God to govern the world. Aunt July would come the next day, convinced that Great Britain had been appointed to the same post by the same authority. Were both these loud-voiced parties right? On one occasion they had met, and Margaret ... had implored them to argue the subject out in her presence. Whereat they blushed and began to talk about the weather. ... Margaret then remarked: "To me one of two things is very clear; either God does not know his own mind about England and Germany, or else these do not know the mind of God." A hateful little girl, but at thirteen she had grasped a dilemma that most people travel through life without perceiving."
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war
religion
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E.M. Forster |
da06534
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Maybe that would be less crucial under Obama, Podesta thought, because Obama's approach was so intellectual. He compared Obama to Spock from . The president-elect wanted to put his own ideas to work. He was unsentimental and capable of being ruthless. Podesta was not sure that Obama felt anything, especially in his gut. He intellectualized and then charted the path forward, essentially picking up the emotions of others and translating them into ideas. He had thus created a different kind of politics, seizing the moment of 2008 and driving it to a political victory.
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war
politics
obama-s-wars
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Bob Woodward |
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Wars, wars, wars': reading up on the region I came across one moment when quintessential Englishness had in fact intersected with this darkling plain. In 1906 Winston Churchill, then the minister responsible for British colonies, had been honored by an invitation from Kaiser Wilhelm II to attend the annual maneuvers of the Imperial German Army, held at Breslau. The Kaiser was 'resplendent in the uniform of the White Silesian Cuirassiers' and his massed and regimented infantry... Strange to find Winston Churchill and Sylvia Plath both choosing the word 'roller,' in both its juggernaut and wavelike declensions, for that scene.
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war
poetry
british-overseas-territories
cars
cavalry
churchill
englishness
german-army
german-empire
infantry
kaiser
kaiser-wilhelm-ii
silesia
sylvia-plath
upper-silesia
wrocław
british-empire
germany
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Christopher Hitchens |
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"Nobody ever wanted to go to war, but if a war came your way, it might as well be the right war, about the most important things in the world, and you might as well, if you were going to fight it, be called "Rushdie," and stand where your father had placed you, in the tradition of the grand Aristotelian, Averroes, Abul Walid Muhammad ibn Ahmad ibn Rushd." --
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war
history
religion
averroës
ibn-rushd
fatwa
terrorism
literary
memoir
free-speech
secularism
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Salman Rushdie |
398ae15
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Although war can bring with it great enthusiasm and solidarity, it also brings the reaction to these things.
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war
reactionary-politics
solidarity
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Christopher Hitchens |
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There is a dreamlike quality to the 1936 Basque government, the fulfillment of a historic longing that was to be crushed only nine months later in carnage the scale of which had never before been seen on earth.
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war
history
dreams
vision
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Mark Kurlansky |
ab52202
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"Surviving
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war
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Margaret Atwood |
99cede2
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But I won't watch them go to war again. I've been to war, you know, to save civilization from the reptile hordes. I bled for it, I saw friends and other men die for it. And then I watched men like you piss it away again, the civilization we'd saved, in squabbles over a few hundred square miles of territory and what language the people get to speak there, what color their skin and hair is and what kind of religious horseshit they get crammed down their throats.
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war
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Richard K. Morgan |
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In the war to come correspondents would assume unheard of importance, plunging through flame to feed the public its little gobbets of dehydrated excrement.
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war
journalist
world-war-2
ww2
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Malcolm Lowry |
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What the [Clinton/Lewinsky scandal] showed was that a matter of personal behavior could crowd out of the public's attention far more serious matters, indeed matters of life and death. The House of Representatives would impeach the president on matters of sexual behavior, but it would not impeach him for endangering the lives of children by welfare reform, or for violating international law in bombing other countries (Iran, Afghanistan, Sudan), or for allowing hundreds of thousands of children to die as a result of economic sanctions (Iraq).
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war
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Howard Zinn |
276ee41
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I want this war over with, and a real peace established. The kind where people can be angry with each other and hate each other and no one has to die over it. That'd be enough.
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war
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James S.A. Corey |
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Considering our backgrounds, I found it a strange irony that Ian and I should meet in central Borneo. Both of us were set in motion by the war in Southeast Asia. Ian enlisted. I left the country several weeks before an FBI agent arrived at my parents' front door.
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war
social-commentary
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Eric Hansen |
17ba9f9
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"He is, however," Amos continued, "keeping a constant rail gun lock on the Israel's reactor." Holden ran his fingers through his hair. "So not too generous, then." "Say pretty please, but carry a one-kilo slug of tungsten accelerated to a detectable percentage of c."
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war
rail-gun
speed-of-light
tungsten
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James S.A. Corey |
e0a7a0c
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Are these soldiers really our enemy, or only the worst reflection of our own selves?... We made them. We have to unmake them, not just defeat or kill them.
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war
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Kate Elliott |
5ef05dc
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Stealing is what the army does. Taking your father, and mine.
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war
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Markus Zusak |
3d9a13f
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So many people chased after me in that time, calling my name, asking me to take them with me. Then there was the small percentage who called me casually over and whispered with their tightend voices.
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war
people
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Markus Zusak |
82ab2f5
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Men are born for games. Nothing else. Every child knows that play is nobler than work. He knows too that the worth or merit of a game is not inherent in the game itself but rather in the value of that which is put at hazard. Games of chance require a wager to have meaning at all. Games of sport involve the skill and strength of the opponents and the humiliation of defeat and the pride of victory are in themselves sufficient stake because they inhere in the worth of the principals and define them. But the trial of chance or trial of worth all games aspire to the condition of war for here that which is wagered swallows up game, player, all.
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war
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Cormac McCarthy |
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There were in the camp a number of Mexican slaves and these ran forth calling out in spanish and were brained or shot and one of the Delawares emerged from the smoke with a naked infant dangling in each hand and squatted at a ring of midden stones and swung them by the heels each in turn and bashed their heads against the stones so that the brains burst forth through the fontanel in a bloody spew and humans on fire came shrieking forth like berserkers and the riders hacked them down with their enormous knives and a young woman ran up and embraced the bloodied forefeet of Glanton's warhorse.
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violence
war
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Cormac McCarthy |
49818f1
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"To fight against a war or, better yet, an entire "war machine," we had to become warriors ourselves. This is the cunning symmetry of war: Enemies tend to come to resemble one another. And this was perhaps especially so in a culture that appallingly--to us--applied the war meme to just about anything, as in the "War on Poverty."
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war
warrior
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Barbara Ehrenreich |
10fcb2d
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If I can write just one poem that will turn the minds of a few to a more decent outlook...what does it matter if I compose a bad line or lose my reputation as a craftsman?...I used to think it very important to write only good poetry. Over and over I worked it to make it as flawless as I could. What does it matter now, when men are dying for their hopes and their ideals? If I live or die as a poet it won't matter, but anyone who believes in democracy and freedom and love and culture and peace ought to be busy now. He cannot wait for the tomorrow.
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war
poetry
meaning
purpose
propaganda
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Nancy Milford |
99fa620
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The fear had precedent. Toward the end of the Civil War, having witnessed the effectiveness of the Union's 'colored troops,' a flailing Confederacy began considering an attempt to recruit blacks into its army. But in the nineteenth century, the idea of the soldier was heavily entwined with the notion of masculinity and citizenship. How could an army constituted to defend slavery, with all of its assumptions about black inferiority, turn around and declare that blacks were worthy of being invited into Confederate ranks? As it happened, they could not. 'The day you make a soldier of them is the beginning of the end of our revolution,' observed Georgia politician Howell Cobb. 'And if slaves seem good soldiers, then our whole theory of slavery is wrong.' There could be no win for white supremacy here. If blacks proved to be the cowards that 'the whole theory of slavery' painted them as, the battle would be lost. But much worse, should they fight effectively--and prove themselves capable of 'good Negro government'--then the larger war could never be won.
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war
georgia
good-negro-government
theories-of-race
us-civil-war
confederacy
white-supremacy
race
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Ta-Nehisi Coates |
155299c
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You're British, you're a priest, you're a medical doctor, you can handle a rifle, you know Morse Code, and most importantly of all, you're a fucking pain in the ass - so off you go!
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war
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Neal Stephenson |
087b8a5
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My dear Tristan, to be an artist at all is like living in Switzerland during a world war. To be an artist in Zurich, in 1917, implies a degree of self-absorption that would have glazed over the eyes of Narcissus.
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war
switzerland
artist
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Tom Stoppard |
9796f5d
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Then, my son, when the strong have devoured each other, the Christian ethic may at last be fulfilled, and the meek shall inherit the earth.
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war
meek
strong
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James Hilton |
43bf3f0
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But there, war does not care for predetermination; it also destroys in fury that wich is immaterial, the hopes and expectations (from Requiem for a Hotel /Nekrolog auf ein Hotel,1918)
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war
memories
travelling
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Stefan Zweig |
62b652f
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He told her about the first time he had looked on the back of her neck as she sat in the church pew. Of the feeling that had never let go of him since. He talked to her of the great waste of years between then and now. A long time gone. And it was pointless, he said, to think how those years could have been put to better use, for he could hardly have put them to worse. There was no recovering them now. You could grieve endlessly for the loss of time and for the damage done therein. For the dead, and for your own lost self. But what the wisdom of the ages says is that we do well not to grieve on and on. And those old ones knew a thing or two and had some truth to tell, Inman said, for you can grieve your heart out and in the end you are still where you were. All your grief hasn't changed a thing. What you have lost will not be returned to you. It will always be lost. You're left with only your scars to mark the void. All you can choose to do is go on or not. But if you go on, it's knowing you carry your scars with you. Nevertheless, over all those wasted years, he had held in his mind the wish to kiss her there at the back of her neck, and now he had done it. There was a redemption of some kind, he believed, in such complete fulfillment of a desire so long deferred.
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war
hope
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Charles Frazier |
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[W]e are hardened to what we know, and we rationalise and even justify cruelties practised by us and our like while retaining the capacity to be outraged, even disgusted by practices equally cruel which, under the hands of strangers, take a different form.
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war
warfare
punishment
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John Keegan |
57782a4
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A screaming comes across the sky. It has happened before, but there is nothing to compare it to now.
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war
sky
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Thomas Pynchon |
7b453af
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The Northern powers are more like administrators, who manipulate other people's history but produce none of their own. They are the stock-jobbers of history, lives are their units of exchange. Lives as they are lived, deaths as they are died, all that is made of flesh, blood, semen, bone, fire, pain, shit, madness, intoxication, visions, everything that has been passing down here forever, is real history.
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war
history
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Thomas Pynchon |
eb35066
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Why is your equation only for angels, Roger? Why can't we do something, down here? Couldn't there be an equation for us too, something to help us find a safer place?' 'Why am I surrounded,' his usual understanding self today, 'by statistical illiterates? There's no way, love, not as long as the mean density of strikes is constant.
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war
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Thomas Pynchon |
997ab6e
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We spent today sending men to hell. What's more natural than to pass the night dreaming of procreating a few more to take their place?
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war
sex
life
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A.J. Hartley and David Hewson |
5baff07
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Nothing at all to change: what a thing to want in the midst of war.
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war
ww2
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Julie Orringer |
1ab0503
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All this will happen because people have neglected the basic lessons of Science, they have gone in for politics and religion and wars instead, and sought out passionate excuses for killing one another. Science on the other hand is dispassionate and without bias, it is the only universal language. The language is numbers. When at last we are up to our ears in death and garbage, we will look to Science to clean up our mess.
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war
politics
religion
science
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Margaret Atwood |
7ac42a2
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When he told me that he would fight forever, I knew that he would have to be defeated.
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war
history
unending
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Philippa Gregory |
a254869
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It is always easier to promote war than peace, easier to end the peace than end the war, because peace is fragile and war is durable.
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war
peace
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Mark Kurlansky |
43e4b09
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His idleness was his refuge, and in this he was like many others in [occupied] France in that period; laziness became political.
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war
politics
occupied-france
occupation
wwii
laziness
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Iain Pears |
831a724
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A thug. In peacetime Fitch would be hanging around a pool table giving the cops trouble. He was perfect for war. Tibbets had chosen his men well - most of them, anyway. Moving back past Haddock January stopped to stare at the group of men in the navigation cabin. They joked, drank coffee. They were all a bit like Fitch: young toughs, capable and thoughtless. They're having a good time, an adventure. That was January's dominant impression of his companions in the 509th; despite all the bitching and the occasional moments of overmastering fear, they were having a good time. His mind spun forward and he saw what these young men would grow up to be like as clearly as if they stood before him in businessmen's suits, prosperous and balding. They would be tough and capable and thoughtless, and as the years passed and the great war receded in time they would look back on it with ever-increasing nostalgia, for they would be the survivors and not the dead. Every year of this war would feel like ten in their memories, so that the war would always remain the central experience of their lives - a time when history lay palpable in their hands, when each of their daily acts affected it, when moral issues were simple, and others told them what to do - so that as more years passed and the survivors aged, bodies falling apart, lives in one rut or another, they would unconsciously push harder and harder to thrust the world into war again, thinking somewhere inside themselves that if they could only return to world war then they would magically be again as they were in the last one - young, and free, and happy. And by that time they would hold the positions of power, they would be capable of doing it.
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war
veterans
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Kim Stanley Robinson |
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Circumstances will change and things will be fine, just hold on a little more
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war
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Ishmael Beah |
cc4dccf
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" ," Beranabus murmurs, face crinkling. "Most humans know nothing of true warfare. They wage their silly territorial battles, kill each other ruthlessly and freely, and consider themselves experts on war and suffering. But the real war has always been ahead of them, unseen, unimagined. Enemies who can't be killed by normal weapons, who have their base in an alternate universe, who are interested only in slaughtering every living being on the face of the planet."
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war
death
planet
demons
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Darren Shan |
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"The literature that followed World War II, James Jones's From Here to Eternity, Joseph Heller's Catch-22, and Norman Mailer's The Naked and the Dead, captured this GI anger against the army "brass." In The Naked and the Dead, the soldiers talk in battle, and one of them says: "The only thing wrong with this Army is it never lost a war." Toglio was shocked. "You think we ought to lose this one?" Red found himself carried away. "What have I against the goddam Japs? You think I care if they keep this fuggin jungle? What's it to me if Cummings gets another star?" "General Cummings, he's a good man," Martinez said. "There ain't a good officer in the world," Red stated."
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war
winning
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Howard Zinn |
655e2bb
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We must recognize that we cannot depend on the governments of the world to abolish war because they and the economic interests they represent benefit from war.
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war
zinn
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Howard Zinn |
34dc357
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I remember a story I read once, a soldier, was it at Shiloh? He was talking to me but not with his whole attention. Gettysburg? a soldier so mad with shock that he started burying birds and squirrels on the battlefield. You had lot of little things killed too, in the crossfire, little animals. Many tiny graves. p128
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war
interesting-facts
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Donna Tartt |
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"Some newspapers, at the very start of the war, protested. Horace Greeley wrote in the New York Tribune, May 12, 1846: We can easily defeat the armies of Mexico, slaughter them by thousands, and pursue them perhaps to their capital; we can conquer and "annex" their territory; but what then? Have the histories of the ruin of Greek and Roman liberty consequent on such extensions of empire by the sword no lesson for us? Who believes that a score of victories over Mexico, the "annexation" of half her provinces, will give us more Liberty, a purer Morality, a more prosperous Industry, than we now have? . . . Is not Life miserable enough, comes not Death soon enough, without resort to the hideous enginery of War?"
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war
united-states-of-america
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Howard Zinn |
a20bbb6
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They lay together in a sheltered place among the ruins of Brasilia while deathbeams from Chinese EMVs played like blue searchlights on broken ceramic walls.
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war
poetry
poetic-prose
sci-fi
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Dan Simmons |
9507d22
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A daughter, a wife, a grandson,' You could say this place took away all I had. I could easily appear to be one of those unfortunate white men you hear about, who thought too lovingly of the other races and civilization of the world, who left his own country in the West to set up a home among them in the East, and was ruined as a result, paying dearly for his foolish mistake. His life smashed to pieces by the barbarians surrounding him.
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war
history
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Nadeem Aslam |
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He led her back to the house, the perfume from the acacia clinging to her. The djinn was supposed to live in the scent of the acacia blossom, making themselves visible only to the young in order to entrap them in otherworldly world.
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war
history
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Nadeem Aslam |
485ea6a
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Across the river he could see the burnt and crushed buildings of Fredericksburg, the debris piled along the streets, the scattered ruins of people's lives, lives that were changed forever. His men had done that. Not all of it, of course. The whole corps had seemed to go insane, had turned the town into some kind of violent party, a furious storm that blew out of control, and he could not stop it. The commanders had ordered the provost guards at the bridges to let no goods leave the town, nothing could be carried across the bridges, and so what the men could not keep, what they could not steal, they had just destroyed. And now, he thought, the people will return, trying to rescue some fragile piece of home, and they will find this...and they will learn something new about war, more than the quiet nightmare of leaving your home behind. They will learn that something happens to men, men who have felt no satisfaction, who have absorbed and digested defeat after bloody stupid defeat, men who up to now have done mostly what they were told to do. And when those men begin to understand that it is not anything in them, no great weakness or inferiority, but that it is the leaders, the generals and politicians who tell them what to do, that the fault is there, after a while they will stop listening. Then the beast, the collective anger, battered and bloodied, will strike out, will respond to the unending sights of horror, the deaths of friends and brothers, and it will not be fair or reasonable or just, since there is no intelligence in the beast. They will strike out at whatever presents itself, and here it was the harmless and innocent lives of the people of Fredericksburg.
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war
futile
civil-war-eastern-theater
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Jeff Shaara |
f4ae7cf
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"Dickinson left the rostrum to applause, loud shouts of approval. Franklin was surprised, looked toward Adams, who returned the look, shook his head. The chamber was dismissed, and Franklin pushed himself slowly up out of the chair. He began to struggle a bit, pain in both knees, the stiffness holding him tightly, felt a hand under his arm. "Allow me, sir." Adams helped him up, commenting as he did so, "We have a substantial lack of backbone in this room, I'm afraid." Franklin looked past him, saw Dickinson standing close behind, staring angrily at Adams, reacting to his words. "Mr. Dickinson, a fine speech, sir," said Franklin. Adams seemed suddenly embarrassed, did not look behind him, nodded quickly to Franklin, moved away toward the entrance. Franklin saw Dickinson following Adams, began to follow himself. My God, let's not have a duel. He slipped through the crowd of delegates, making polite acknowledgments left and right, still keeping his eye on Dickinson. The man was gone now, following Adams out of the hall. Franklin reached the door, could see them both, heard the taller man call out, saw Adams turn, a look of surprise. Franklin moved closer, heard Adams say, "My apologies for my indiscreet remark, sir. However, I am certain you are aware of my sentiments." Dickinson seemed to explode in Adams' face. "What is the reason, Mr. Adams, that you New England men oppose our measures of reconciliation? Why do you hold so tightly to this determined opposition to petitioning the king?" Franklin heard other men gathering behind him, filling the entranceway, Dickinson's volume drawing them. He could see Adams glancing at them and then saying, "Mr. Dickinson, this is not an appropriate time..." "Mr. Adams, can you not respond? Do you not desire an end to talk of war?" Adams seemed struck by Dickinson's words, looked at him for a long moment. "Mr. Dickinson, if you believe that all that has fallen upon us is merely talk, I have no response. There is no hope of avoiding a war, sir, because the war has already begun. Your king and his army have seen to that. Please, excuse me, sir." Adams began to walk away, and Franklin could see Dickinson look back at the growing crowd behind him, saw a strange desperation in the man's expression, and Dickinson shouted toward Adams, "There is no sin in hope!"
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war
independence
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Jeff Shaara |
40faebb
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Nous ne sommes pas de ceux qui flattent la guerre; quand l'occasion s'en presente, nous lui disons ses verites. La guerre a d'affreuses beautes que nous n'avons point cachees; elle a aussi, convenons-en, quelques laideurs. Une des plus surprenantes, c'est le prompt depouillement des morts apres la victoire. L'aube qui suit une bataille se leve toujours sur des cadavres nus.
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war
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Victor Hugo |
14c9763
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"We... have created a greater material wealth than any other society in the history of the human race. Yet we have managed to kill off millions of our population in an arrangement which we call "war."
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war
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Erich Fromm |
8e60c19
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On bad days you wonder, 'Why not just back off from the war and lead a quiet metalife?
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war
wonder
metalife
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David Mitchell |
84f828c
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When President Jimmy Carter, responding to the Soviet Union's invasion of Afghanistan, called for the registration of young men for military draft, more than 800,000 (10 percent) failed to register. One mother wrote to the New York Times: To the Editor:Thirty-six years ago I stood in front of the crematorium. The ugliest force in the world had promised itself that I should be removed from the cycle of life - that I should never know the pleasure of giving life. With great guns and great hatred, this force thought itself the equal of the force of life. I survived the great guns, and with every smile of my son, they grow smaller. It is not for me, sir, to offer my son's blood as lubricant for the next generation of guns. I remove myself and my own from the cycle of death. Isabella Leitner
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war
son
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Howard Zinn |
6e45504
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Leitenantu Sheiskopfu otchaianno khotelos' zavoevat' pervoe mesto na parade, i, obdumyvaia, kak eto sdelat', on prosizhival za stolom chut' ne do rassveta, v to vremia kak ego zhena, okhvachennaia liubovnym trepetom, dozhidalas' ego v posteli, perelistyvaia zavetnye stranitsy Krafta-Ebbinga. Muzh v eto vremia chital knigi po stroevoi podgotovke. On zakupal korobkami shokoladnykh soldatikov i perestavlial ikh na stole, poka oni ne nachinali taiat' v rukakh, i togda on prinimalsia za plastmassovykh kovboev, vystraivaia ikh po dvenadtsati v riad. Etikh kovboev on vypisal po pochte na vymyshlennuiu familiiu i dnem derzhal pod zamkom, podal'she ot chuzhikh glaz. Al'bom s anatomicheskimi risunkami Leonardo da Vinchi stal ego nastol'noi knigoi. Odnazhdy vecherom on pochuvstvoval, chto emu neobkhodima zhivaia model', i prikazal zhene promarshirovat' po komnate. -- Goloi?! -- s nadezhdoi v golose sprosila ona. Leitenant Sheiskopf v otchaianii skhvatilsia za golovu. On proklinal sud'bu za to, chto ona sviazala ego s etoi zhenshchinoi, ne sposobnoi podniat'sia vyshe pokhoti i poniat' dushu blagorodnogo muzhchiny, kotoryi geroiski vedet poistine titanicheskuiu bor'bu vo imia nedosiagaemogo ideala. -- Pochemu ty menia nikogda ne postegaesh' knutom, milyi? -- obizhenno naduv gubki, odnazhdy noch'iu sprosila zhena. -- Potomu chto u menia net na eto vremeni, -- neterpelivo ogryznulsia on. -- Net vremeni, iasno? Neuzheli ty ne znaesh', chto u menia parad na nosu?
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war
sex
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Joseph Heller |
2214849
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Ultimately, the claim goes to the strongest, does it not? In the final sort of things, I mean. He who remains alive, remains alive to write the histories in a light favorable to him and his cause. Surely as worldly as you are, you know well the histories of the world, Master Wingham. Surely you recognize that armies carrying banners are almost always thieves - until they win.
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war
history
jarlaxle
sellswords
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R.A. Salvatore |
59741dd
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Remembering the treatment that had been accorded the Knights and soldiers of St. Elmo, the Maltese inhabitants of Senglea took no prisoners. Hence there arose the expression (used in Malta to this day) 'St. Elmo's pay' for any action in which no mercy is given.
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war
revenge
st-elmo
retribution
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Ernle Bradford |
e7dd694
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In Malta, the Wars of Religion reached their climax. If both sides believed that they saw Paradise in the bright sky above them, they had a close and very intimate knowledge of Hell.
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war
knights-of-st-john
malta
jihad
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Ernle Bradford |
e1a40e6
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"We come into this world through women: a woman who is spent, broken open, in awe. No wonder women have been worshiped ever since men first saw the crowning of a head, here, legs spread, a brushstroke of light. We are fire. We are water. We are earth. We are air. We are all things elemental. The world begins with "Yes," Changing women: we begin again like the moon. We can no longer deny the destiny that is ours by becoming women who wait: waiting to love, waiting to speak, waiting to act. This is not patience, but pathology. We are sensual, sexual beings, intrinsically bound to both heaven and earth, our bodies a hologram. In our withholding of power, we abrogate power, and that creates war. The Australian poet Judith Wright says, "Our dream was the wrong dream,
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war
women
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Terry Tempest Williams |
b5a72a1
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Avventurose eta e benedette quelle che non seppero la spaventevole furia di queste indemoniate macchine dell'artiglieria, l'inventore delle quali io ritengo che sia nell'inferno a ricevere il guiderdone del suo diabolico ritrovato, per mezzo del quale fece si che un ignobile e codardo braccio possa toglier la vita a un prode cavaliere.
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war
chivalry
knight
sword
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Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra |
0a995ba
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Fred's vacuum-rated armor protected him from the smell of viscera, but it reported it to him as a slight increase in atmospheric methane levels. The stench of death reduced to a data point.
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war
death
data-point
methane
viscera
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James S.A. Corey |
1b3fcf1
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"She died in my arms saying, "I don't want to die." That is what death is like. It doesn't matter what uniforms the soldiers are wearing. It doesn't matter how good the weapons are. I thought if everyone could see what I saw, we could never have war anymore."
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death-and-dying
war
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Jonathan Safran Foer |
8f43543
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It is not the state of war that isolates. It is well known, it brings people together. But in the battlefield -- that is something different. Because that is when the real enemy, death, appears. I no longer saw any warmth in numbers. I saw only Thanatos in them, my death. And just as much in my own comrades, in Montague, as in the invisible Germans.
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war
death
isolation
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John Fowles |
7878026
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Where were all heroical parts but in Helteranius? and a man might make a garment for the moon sooner than fit the o'erleaping actions of great Jalcanaius, who now leaveth but his body to bedung that earth that was lately shaken at his terror. I have waded in red blood to the knee; and in this hour, in my old years, the world is become for me a vision only and a mock-show.
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war
trauma
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E.R. Eddison |
211b5fc
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Death was the only absolute value in my world. Lose life and one would lose nothing again forever. I envied those who could believe in a God and I distrusted them. I felt they were keeping their courage up with a fable of the changeless and the permanent. Death was far more certain than God, and with death there would be no longer the daily possibility of love dying. The nightmare of a future of boredom and indifference would lift. I could never have been a pacifist. To kill a man was surely to grant him an immeasurable benefit. Oh yes, people always, everywhere, loved their enemies. It was their friends they preserved for pain and vacuity.
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war
love
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Graham Greene |
ad7ba8c
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Jason smiled. The sound of wings was louder now, the fluttering of angels come to carry him home.
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death-and-dying
war
civil-war
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Robert Ferrigno |
796315d
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About a week after they had come back, a load of mail came to the island. They were the first letters the men had received in several weeks, and for a night it relieved the changeless pattern of their lives. One of the infrequent rations of beer was given out the same night, and the men finished their three cans quickly, and sat about without saying very much. The beer had been far too inadequate to make them drunk; it made them only moody and reflective, it opened the gate to all their memories, and left them sad, hungering for things they could not name.
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war
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Norman Mailer |
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Un pais gana mas con un ano de paz que con diez de guerra.
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war
wisdom
queen
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Jean Plaidy |
8a9e29e
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A single strand appeared to unite these conflicts, and that was the advancement of a small coterie's concept of American interests in the guise of the fight against terrorism... I recognized that if this was to be the single most important priority of our species, then the lives of those of us who lived in lands in which such killers also lived had no meaning except as collateral damage.
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war
terrorism
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Mohsin Hamid |
1aba6b7
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I didn't hurt anymore, didn't feel like hiding anymore, wasn't scared anymore. Because I wasn't anything anymore. Not anything I love or know or care about. Because thou shalt not kill, Kade. Thou shalt not kill. With all my heart I believed this. And I killed. So what am I now? And why should I live? How am I even alive? Because if this is what our lives are - if doing this to others before they do it unto us is all our lives are - we're already dead.
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war
vietnam
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David James Duncan |
4005eb3
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I've fought for and against pretty much every cause there is. There will always be war of some kind. At first it was over fertile soil and good water, then precious metal and then the most popular version of human disagreement, 'My God is better than your God.' Whether you draw your faith from Jeremiah and Jesus, Allah and Muhammad or Brahma and Buddha, it doesn't matter. Someone will tell you you're wrong, and he'll fight you over it. Me, I believe in aliens, and to hell with all earthly gods. In the grand scheme of a trillion planets in the universe we're just not that damn important anyway. And humans are rotten to the core.
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war
religion
humans
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David Baldacci |
11be815
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Through all of those different wars, we came to understand each other. The Mason's fellas just wanted to chill in their area and be left alone. The Border Boys basically wanted the same thing. Stinky and Robert just wanted to be able to sell their drugs and make their money. But us, we were on a mission to take over the whole town. Scrooge, former leader of the Rebellion Raiders street gang that once boasted of having some ten thousand members
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money
war
aggression
ambitious
gang-communities
on-a-mission
take-over
understanding-each-other
street-fights
thug-life
conflicts
gang-life
gang-wars
gang-addiction
turf-wars
violence-addiction
gang-intervention
gang-members
rebellion-raiders
street-life
conflict-resolution
mission
understand
fighting
drugs
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Drexel Deal |
eb29924
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The king is a saint and cannot rule, and his son is a devil and should not.
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war
history
royalty
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Philippa Gregory |
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That is how war corrupts us. It plays on our pride in our own free will.
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war
pride
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John Fowles |
f211a43
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"I remember friends from wars all but we forgot. All of them distilled into each wound we caught. Those wounds are all painful places where we fought. Battles never left behind, ones we never sought.
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war
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Frank Herbert |
24b8364
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"A Yale professor of military history, Micheal Howard, writing in the New York Times )January 28, 1991) quoted the military strategist Clausewitz approvingly: "The fact that a bloody slaughter is a horrifying act must make us take war more seriously, but not provide an excuse for gradually blunting our swords in the name of humanity."
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war
humanity
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Howard Zinn |
2af5492
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Governments always commit their entire populations when the demands grow heavy enough. By their passive acceptance, these populations become accessories to whatever is done in their name.
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war
consent
population
government
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Frank Herbert |
bb1b183
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That afternoon, long after the stool has been put away and the waltzes have stopped, while Werner sits with his transceiver listening to nothing, a little redheaded girl in a maroon cape emerges from a doorway, maybe six or seven years old, small for her age, with big clear eyes that remind him of Jutta's. She runs across the street to the park and plays there alone, beneath the budding trees, while her mother stands on the corner and bites the tips of her fingers. The girl climbs into the swing and pendulums back and forth, pumping her legs, and watching her opens some valve in Werner's soul. This is life, he thinks, this is why we live, to play like this on a day when winter is finally releasing its grip.
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war
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Anthony Doerr |
543297e
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Warner laces his boots and sings the songs and marches the marches, acting less out of duty than out of a time worn desire to be dutiful.
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war
werner
german
duty
germany
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Anthony Doerr |
a415fd9
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It was during this terrible night that the three wounded died, and the jeeps froze solid.
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war
korean-war
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Pat Frank |
a0121d2
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"That's a rather subversive idea, isn't it? "Do you think so? I don't. If it is subversive, then everything else is too, even breathing. I feel and think as naturally and necessarily as I breathe. If men hate each other, then there is not hope. We will all be the victims of that hate. We will slaughter each other in wars we don't want and for which we're not responsible. They'll put a flag in front of us and fill ours ears with words. And why? To plant the seeds for a new war, to create more hatred, to create new flags and new words. Is that why we're here? To have children and hurl them into the fiery furnace? To build cities and then raze them to the ground? To long for peace and have war instead? "And would love solve everything," asked Able with a sad, slightly ironic smile. "I don't know. It's the only thing we haven't tried so far..." "And will we be in time?" "Possibly. If those who suffer can be convinced that it's true, then yes, we might be in time..." He paused, as if assailed by a sudden thought, "But don't forget, Abel, you must love with a love that is lucid and active! And make sure that the active side never forgets abut the lucid side and that the active side never commits the same kind of villainous deeds as those who want men to hate each other. Active, but lucid. And above all, lucid!"
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war
love
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José Saramago |
38e4123
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A leader was surely forced to offer something which appealed to those he led? He might give the impetus to the falling building, but surely it had to be toppling on its own account before it fell? If this were true, then wars were not calamities into which amiable innocents were led by evil men. They were national movements, deeper, more subtle in origins.
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war
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T. H. White |
e09c63e
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When guns boom, the arts die.
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war
guns
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Howard Zinn |
d5f3cc1
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"The plight of Jews in German-occupied Europe, which many people thought was at the heart of the war against the Axis, was not a chief concern of Roosevelt. Henry Feingold's research (The Politics of Rescue) shows that, while the Jews were being put in camps and the process of annihilation was beginning that would end in the horrifying extermination of 6 million Jews and millions of non-Jews, Roosevelt failed to take steps that might have saved thousands of lives. He did not see it as a high priority; he left it to the State Department, and in the State Department anti-Semitism and a cold bureaucracy became obstacles to action. Was the war being fought to establish that Hitler was wrong in his ideas of white Nordic supremacy over "inferior" races? The United States' armed forces were segregated by race. When troops were jammed onto the Queen Mary in early 1945 to go to combat duty in the European theater, the blacks were stowed down in the depths of the ship near the engine room, as far as possible from the fresh air of the deck, in a bizarre reminder of the slave voyages of old. The Red Cross, with government approval, separated the blood donations of black and white. It was, ironically, a black physician named Charles Drew who developed the blood bank system. He was put in charge of the wartime donations, and then fired when he tried to end blood segregation. Despite the urgent need for wartime labor, blacks were still being discriminated against for jobs. A spokesman for a West Coast aviation plant said: "The Negro will be considered only as janitors and in other similar capacities.... Regardless of their training as aircraft workers, we will not employ them." Roosevelt never did anything to enforce the orders of the Fair Employment Practices Commission he had set up."
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racism
war
world-war-2
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Howard Zinn |
e8d7740
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Po kazdej wojnie ktos musi posprzatac.
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war
poetry
sprzątać
wojna
polish
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Wisława Szymborska |
240f1db
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The British were unhinged by the colonists' unorthodox fighting style and shocking failure to abide by gentlemanly rules of engagement. One scandalized British soldier complained that the American riflemen 'conceal themselves behind trees etc. till an opportunity presents itself of taking a shot at our advance sentries, which done, they immediately retreat. What an unfair method of carrying on a war!
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war
funny
humor
revolutionary-war
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Ron Chernow |
5cc61d7
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It is not easy to be the citizen of a Superpower, nor is it getting easier. I would feel isolated with my shame if I were not sure that I belong, among millions of Americans, to a perennial minority of the nation. The obstinate bleeding hearts who will never agree that might makes right and know if the end justifies the means, the end is worthless. Power corrupts, an old truism but why does it also make the powerful so stupid? Their power schemes become unstuck in time, at cruel cost to other; then the powerful put their stupid important heads together and invent the next similar schemes [written 1987].
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war
stupidity
power-corrupts
vietnam
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Martha Gellhorn |
d600ec0
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We realized that among us, among all the races, we had a staggering fund of knowledge and of techniques - that working together, by putting together all this knowledge and capability, we could arrive at something that would be far greater and more significant than any race, alone, could hope of accomplishing.
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war
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Clifford D. Simak |
c361110
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Men do not relish the shield wall. They do not rush to death's embrace. You look ahead and see the overlapping shields, the helmets, the glint of axes and spears and swords, and you know you must go into the reach of those blades, into the place of death, and it takes time to summon the courage, to heat the blood, to let the madness overtake caution.
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war
uhtred
shield-wall
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Bernard Cornwell |
2bef06c
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But there are many men-and women-who do things in a time of war that they wouldn't dream of doing in peacetime, and all for the common good.
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war
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Jacqueline Winspear |
4c6868b
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. That was it. ... A simple line, an aphorism, that seemed to suggest the selling of manure. But it had a meaning that went so much deeper, alluding to the fact that where you find filth - where you find dirt; where you find the detritus of life - you'll also discover someone making a profit. Much money can be made from the most dirty jobs. . That was another one. And it occurred to her that in her lifetime she had seen nothing more filthy than war itself.
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|
maisie-dobbs
profiteering
war
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Jacqueline Winspear |
9e8f444
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In a time of war the supply and movement of money becomes even more crucial than ever. Money is a powerful tool, and wars are about powerful men and how they use the tools at their disposal. The military is involved in a number of ways.
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war
power
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Jacqueline Winspear |
69b756a
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The prospect of a war has seized his brain. It engages some old, ongoing terror in him. As a former soldier, he still believes in armies. But he believes in armies at rest, armies relaxing, armies shopping at the PX, armies eating supper in the mess hall.
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war
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Lorrie Moore |
c3d48ae
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"It is amazing that the refugees stay sane. First the bombs, perhaps the "battle" around them, their casualties, their naked helplessness; then the flight, leaving behind everything they have worked for all their lives; then the semi-starvation and ugly hardship of the camps or the slums; and as a final cruelty, the killing diseases which only strike at them."
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war
poverty
vietnam
refugees
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Martha Gellhorn |
e4098e0
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Most wars start with a lie, good wars, bad wars, they start with a lie, and the peace that comes afterwards, those promises of forgiveness and cooperation and fair play for all... those are lies too, lies wrapped in hope.
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war
lie
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Robert Ferrigno |
8643bb2
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Nothing lasted forever. Not peace. Not war. Nothing.
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war
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James S.A. Corey |
4c886c1
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We soldiers knew next to nothing about what was going on in the centres of power. We received so many orders and counter-orders that there were times when we did not obey any of them at all, knowing that they were likely to be countermanded almost immediately.
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war
ww2-books
ww2
soldiers
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Louis de Bernières |
1e49912
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"Perche finche la guerra e altrove, non riesci a prenderla sul serio. Come ha detto Martha Gellhorn "La guerra e un fatto personale". E proprio cosi: finche non capita a te, non riesci a capirla, tanto meno a immaginarla. Finche non entra nella tua vita e irreale"
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war
reality
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Lucy Foley |
a241587
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As for national greatness: It is probably true that all nations are great and even holy at the time of death. The Biafrans had never fought before. They fought well this time. They will never fight again. They will never play Finlandia on an ancient marimba again. Peace.
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war
patriotism
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Kurt Vonnegut Jr. |
ec57fbd
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More or less everyone has lost someone, whatever side they belong to.
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war
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Carlos Ruiz Zafón |
71a907a
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After all, you can't really blame the Waffen S.S. for doing what comes naturally. But a funny thing happened on the way to the moral high ground.
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war
waffen-ss
ss
nazis
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Garth Ennis |
aea5ab4
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Well, I once recall an old master sergeant once telling me that NCOs look after the men so that officers can figure out how to get them killed. That's the difference between maintenance and command.
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war
killed
maintenance
ncos
officers
military
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Garth Ennis |
01cd5f8
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It's the time to run away an' hide under the bed, an' hope the world's still in one piece when you come out again.
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war
world
hide
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Garth Ennis |
8f10c00
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The first stone, thrown by Hellgiver, crashed through the roof of a dyer's house close to St Brieuc's church and took off the heads of an English man-at-arms and the dyer's wife. A joke went through the garrison that the two bodies were so crushed together by the boulder that they would go on coupling throughout eternity.
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war
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Bernard Cornwell |
4d8b748
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They can march for days without eating. They impregnate every schoolgirl they meet.
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war
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Anthony Doerr |
134defa
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Stick-thin, alabaster-pale Etienne LeBlanc runs down the rue de Dinan with Madame Ruelle, the baker's wife, on his heels: the least-robust rescue ever assembled.
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war
resistance
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Anthony Doerr |
ed66f49
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?Sabes cual es la leccion mas importante d ela historia? Que solo la escriben los vencedores. Esa es la leccion. El que decide el rumbo de la historia es el que gana.
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war
history
historia
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Anthony Doerr |
d7a12ec
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What the war did to the dreamers.
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war
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Anthony Doerr |
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Tre ragazzi passano ridendo e Max li guarda con intensita. Su un muro butterato e chiazzato di licheni e fissata una piccola lapide di pietra. <>Ici a ete tue Buy Gaston Marcel age de 18 ans, mort pour la France le 11 aout 1944. Jutta si siede per terra. Il mare e gonfio, grigio d'ardesia. Non ci sono lapidi per i tedeschi morti qui.
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Anthony Doerr |
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In quei giorni i funerali erano piu semplici e sbrigativi, a causa dei combattimenti. Alcune famiglie non avevano altra scelta che seppellire i propri morti in un cortile o in un punto riparato lungo una strada, essendo impossibile raggiungere un vero cimitero, e di conseguenza sorsero luoghi di sepoltura improvvisati, dove un cadavere ne attirava subito altri, un po' come l'arrivo di un occupante abusivo in un terreno pubblico inutilizzato puo dare origine a un'intera baraccopoli.
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Mohsin Hamid |
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"Decades would pass. A few short sections would be formed in time into strangely resurrected, trunkless legs-tourist sites, sacred sites, national sites.
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past
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Richard Flanagan |
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Sometimes an event happens that is so great the world is never the same again after it. In the twentieth century one of the greatest of those events is World War I - fought against Germany from 1914 till 1918. Everyone is in it together. Upper classes and lower classes, women as well as men. This 'mixing' has never happened before and it will change the way the classes look at each other
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society
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Terry Deary |
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Buddhism spreads by people converting out of their own wish for peace and right action. But power condenses around those willing to use force.
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religion
peace
power
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Kim Stanley Robinson |
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There seldom seemed to be a house left with a roof, or with anything much beyond its four walls, and quite often they must lie staring up at the stars, which would stare back again, aloof and untroubled.
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Radclyffe Hall |
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The ageing and the cynical may make wars, but the young and the idealistic must fight them, and thus there are bound to come quick reactions, blind impulses not always comprehended. Men will curse as they kill, yet accomplish deeds of self-sacrifice, giving their lives for others; poets will write with their pens dipped in blood, yet will write not of death but of life eternal; strong and courteous friendships will be born, to endure in the face of enmity and destruction. And so persistent is this urge to the ideal, above all in the presence of great disaster, that mankind, the willful destroyer of beauty, must immediately strive to create new beauties, lest it perish from a sense of its own desolation; and this urge touched the Celtic soul of Mary.
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Radclyffe Hall |
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Yes, they'd lost. But it was just a battle, not the war.
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star-wars
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Timothy Zahn |
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Psychology is a soft weapon but you can take out more enemy battalions with leaflets and radio broadcasts than with high explosives.
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war
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Nelson DeMille |
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Perhaps war was due to fear: to fear of reliability. Unless there was truth, and unless people told the truth, there was always danger in everything outside the individual. You told the truth to yourself, but you had no surety for your neighbour. This uncertainty must end by making the neighbour a menace.
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politics
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T. H. White |
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Before man's bravery I bow my head: More so when valour is unnatural And fear, a bat between the shoulder-blades Flaps its cold webs - but I am ill at ease With propaganda glory, and the lies Of statesmen and the lords of slippery trades. - May 1941.
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propaganda
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Mervyn Peake |
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Hungry men are not known for their patience or their kindness.
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war
patience-kindness
pestilence
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Karen Essex |
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What was a prisoner of war anyway? Less than a man, just material to be used to make the railway, like the teak sleepers and steel rails and dog spikes.
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Richard Flanagan |
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I refused to teach Sunday school. When Archdeacon Henry Phillips, my last rector, died, I flatly refused again to join any church or sign any church creed. From my 30th year on I have increasingly regarded the church as an institution which defended such evils as slavery, color caste, exploitation of labor and war.
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slavery
superstition
evil
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W.E.B. Du Bois |
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"Absage Lieber von einem Faschisten erschlagen werden Als selber Faschist sein! Lieber von einem Kommunisten erschlagen werden Als selber Kommunist sein! Wir haben den Krieg nicht vergessen. Wir wissen, Wie das berauscht, wenn man Trommel und Pauke ruhrt. Wir sind taub, wir werden nicht mitgerissen, Wenn ihr das Volk mit dem alten Rauschgift verfuhrt. Wir sind weder Soldaten noch Weltverbesserer mehr, Wir glauben nicht, dass "an unserem Wesen Die Welt musse genesen". Wir sind arm, wir haben Schiffbruch gelitten, Wir glauben alle an die hubschen Phrasen nicht mehr, Mit denen man uns in den Krieg gepeitscht und geritten - Auch die Euren, rote Bruder, sind Zauber und fuhren zu Krieg und Gas! Auch Eure Fuhrer sind Generale, Kommandieren, schreien und organisieren, Wir aber, wir hassen das, Wir trinken den Fusel nicht mehr, Wir wollen Herz und Vernunft nicht verlieren, Nicht unter roten noch weissen Fahnen marschieren. Lieber wollen wir einsam als "Traumer" verderben Oder unter Euren blutigen Bruderhanden sterben, Als irgend ein Partei- und Machtgluck geniessen
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Hermann Hesse |
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The heart of evil beats in Afghanistan. When men hold every advantage, neither wealth, nor beauty, nor intelligence, nor education, nor strength, nor family can compete with gender. Women have only prayer and hope as allies.
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war
feminism
prayer
women
hope
rights
boys
evil
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Jean Sasson |
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The result of these shared experiences was a closeness unknown to all outsiders. Comrades are closer than friends, closer than brothers. Their relationship is different from that of lovers. Their trust in, and knowledge of, each other is total. They got to know each other's life stories, what they did before they came into the Army, where and why they volunteered, what they liked to eat and drink, what their capabilities were. On a night march they would hear a cough and know who it was; on a night maneuver they would see someone sneaking through the woods and know who it was from his silhouette.
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comrades
soldiers
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Stephen E. Ambrose |
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the greatest trick of kings is to fool the poor into thinking we have common cause with the rich simply because we live on the same bog. Then the poor get their heads split open in the battles they fight so the rich can keep their wine cellars well stocked.
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politics
rich
poor
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Kate Horsley |
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It was the fact that I didn't want to kill anyone. I wasn't put on this earth to murder my fellow man. I'd grown up with violence - can't you see that? I can't bear it.
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John Boyne |
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Oni nesli sobstvennye zhizni. Na nikh chudovishchno davili pogoda i stress. Na poslepoludennoi zhare oni snimali kaski i bronezhilety, shli nalegke, chto bylo opasno, no pomogalo sbrosit' napriazhenie. Chasto na marshe oni ot chego-to izbavlialis'. Udobstva radi, oni vykidyvali sukhie paiki, podryvali granaty i <> -- naplevat', ved' k nochi vertolety privezut eshche, a potom paru dnei spustia eshche i eshche: svezhie arbuzy i iashchiki s boepripasami, solnechnymi ochkami i sherstianymi sviterami... Neistoshchimost' resursov porazhala: feierverki na chetvertoe iiulia, krashenye iaitsa na Paskhu. Eto zhe velikii amerikanskii voennyi biudzhet: dary nauki i konveierov, konservnykh zavodov i arsenalov Khartforda, lesov Minnesoty i beskrainikh polei pshenitsy i kukuruzy... Vsio eto oni nesli, kak gruzovye poezda. Oni nesli eto na svoikh spinakh i plechakh, i pri vsekh dvusmyslennostiakh V'etnama, pri vsekh ego zagadkakh i peremennykh, neizmenno ostavalas' kak minimum odna neprelozhnaia istina: im vechno budet chto nesti.
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