I'm not very interested in demuring that war is a desirable thing. One man can profess all his love for the addiction of going into action, and write so many v

I'm not very interested in demuring that war is a desirable thing. One man can profess all his love for the addiction of going into action, and write so many valentine's day cards about the thrill of testing his metal. To me it rings as hollow as a junkie's pining for dope. But it won't bury the aftermath, nor will it obviate the grind of the slower churn, when stalemate is intractable. The police state in between. The thought police of "patriotism," or rather jingoism. The miserable post-dictatorships and the corruption of the spoils. Those who flee their victories and armistices, to find the rush of more action elsewhere are cowards in their own way. Nevermind the wake of ashes behind them.