The Price Of War

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By Albert Ahearn

Their mangled and broken bodies return home in flag draped caskets. Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori while a band plays patriotic hymns for their services rendered and a choir to give them a voice. If I may be so bold to say that I see no sweetness in death nor the acclaimed gloriousness that lyrical poets have penned. what I see is sugarcoated rationale for warmongering dolts. I see no glory in that. Mortem est pretium bellum.

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