The poetry of war is that it is a time of beautiful, unstoppable, agonizing change. When the first soldiers leave home, we all know that nothing can ever be the same. We can never go back to how it was. Anyway, we will always yearn for it. We’ll always look back.
Now I go back to waiting for a real war.
Related reading: Willa Cather One of Ours, The Last Picture Show
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