But How Shall We Educate

It's Not Going To Be Easy To Change Things.

Our Apologies, Good Friends, For The Fracture Of Good Order, The Burning Of Paper Instead Of Children. How Many Must Die Before Our Voices Are Heard, How Many Must Be Tortured, Dislocated, Starved, Maddened? When, At What Point, Will You Say No To This War?

I'd Like To Die With My Boots On.

The Sponsors Of War Closely Resemble The Weapons They Create. And Smart Bombs, Depleted Uranium, Land Mines, Rockets And Tanks, Rather Than Protect 'widows And Orphans And Strangers At The Gate', Are Designed Precisely To Create 'widows And Orphans', To Transform Strangers Into Enemies And Enemies Into Corpses.

The Gift We Can Offer Others Is So Simple A Thing As Hope.