From
Eleanor Roosevelt’s “My Day” column, published in various newspapers on
November 11, 1936.
Tomorrow is Armistice Day
and I have been sent a poem by Richard Galliene called: "The
Illusion of War," which expresses well something we should all
remember on this day and so I pass on to you the first verse:
"War
I do abhor;
And yet how sweet
The sound along the marching street
Of drum and fife, and I forget
Broken old mothers, and the whole
Dark butchering without a soul."
I do abhor;
And yet how sweet
The sound along the marching street
Of drum and fife, and I forget
Broken old mothers, and the whole
Dark butchering without a soul."
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