[The following is in regards to the tombstones of fallen English soldiers towards the end of the First World War.]
There is a cold fury, too, like ‘SCHOOL WAR DEATH’ on a private’s headstone at Cambrai and ‘SACRIFICED TO THE FALLACY THAT WAR CAN END WAR’ on a subaltern’s at Tyne Cot. More often the Bible and Shakespeare play their dignified part, the latter never better than for Raymond Asquith: ‘SMALL TIME BUT IN THAT SMALL MOST GREATLY LIVED THIS STAR OF ENGLAND.’
Sometimes brave grief overwhelms me. What father of daughters can hope not to blink hard when he sees that a gunner captain’s girls have had ‘THE GOOD LORD HAS TAKEN AWAY OUR HERO DADDY’ above their father’s grave.
Source:
Holmes, Richard. "Envoi." Tommy: The British Soldier on the Western Front, 1914-1918. London: HarperCollins, 2004. 629. Print.
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A whole lot of unlikely logic. As a father I'd never separate myself from my family... however I don't have to defend my daughters at this point in the game... war breeds war. It's sad AF.
edit: I was looking for the word Paradox...