
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest To children ardent for some desperate glory, The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est Pro patria mori*. — …
In Memory of Peace
For all who have been hurt by wars…
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest To children ardent for some desperate glory, The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est Pro patria mori*. — …
In Memory of Peace
For all who have been hurt by wars…