We still our breathing to catch the full grandeur of
the volleys that are to tear them to shreds. Minute after minute passes and
the sound does not come. Then for the first time we note that the silence
of the whole region is not comparative, but absolute. Have we become stone
deaf? See; here comes a stretcher-bearer, and there a surgeon! Good
heavens! a chaplain!
The battle was indeed at an end.
Ambrose Bierce
War is a way of shattering to pieces,
or pouring into the stratosphere,
or sinking in the depths of the sea,
materials which might otherwise be used
to make the masses too comfortable,
and hence, in the long run, too intelligent.
The very word 'war', therefore, has become misleading.
It would probably be accurate to say
that by becoming continuous
war has ceased to exist. ... War is Peace.
George Orwell, 1984
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