Humanity Will Live As Long As There

Thousands Of People Are Being Buried And No One Attends The Funerals,' Said One Of The Soldiers. 'in Peacetime It's The Other Way Round: One Coffin And A Hundred People Carrying Flowers.

There Is A Deep And Undeniable Sadness In All This: Whenever We See The Dawn Of An Eternal Good That Will Never Be Overcome By Evil – An Evil That Is Itself Eternal But Will Never Succeed In Overcoming Good – Whenever We See This Dawn, The Blood Of Old People And Children Is Always Shed.

The Longer A Nation's History, The More Wars, Invasions, Wanderings, And Periods Of Captivity It Has Seen-the Greater The Diversity Of Its Faces.

Human History Is Not The Battle Of Good Struggling To Overcome Evil. It Is A Battle Fought By A Great Evil Struggling To Crush A Small Kernel Of Human Kindness.

There Was Something Terrible, But Also Something Sad And Melancholy In This Long Cry Uttered By The Russian Infantry As They Staged An Attack. As It Crossed The Cold Water, It Lost Its Fervour. Instead Of Valour Or Gallantry, You Could Hear The Sadness Of A Soul Parting With Everything That It Loved, Calling On Its Nearest And Dearest To Wake Up, To Lift Their Head From Their Pillows And Hear For The Last Time The Voice Of A Father, A Husband, A Son Or A Brother...