posted by
selkie at 08:37am on 11/11/2008
Nothing goes quite as well with Wilfred Owen, Siegfried Sassoon, and that Canadian doctor who wrote 'In Flanders fields' like the native dichotomies of a Hydrox cookie.
The poem I actually think of on this day is "The Death of the Ball Turret Gunner". I know that's World War II, but it makes me think of how, in just a few short decades from the Great War to End All Wars, people had thought of all these new ways to fight and kill each other. *sighs*
On the plus side, I am home with the dog today, albeit catching up on work I missed last week in the Great Dog/Basement Stair Disaster.
The poem I actually think of on this day is "The Death of the Ball Turret Gunner". I know that's World War II, but it makes me think of how, in just a few short decades from the Great War to End All Wars, people had thought of all these new ways to fight and kill each other. *sighs*
On the plus side, I am home with the dog today, albeit catching up on work I missed last week in the Great Dog/Basement Stair Disaster.
(no subject)
"Now the labor leader's screaming when they close the missile plant / United Fruit screams at the Cuban shore . . ."
*hugs*