Before we analyse another poem by Carol Ann Duffy, entitled “War Photographer”, I would like you to watch the following two videos and take notes as to the difficulties of being a war photographer, the important lesson they learn about the war that cannot be possibly rendered or disclosed by a photograph. In your opinion what is the objective of a museum dedicated to war photography? What role can role photography play in denouncing and thus opposing wars?
War Photographer by Carol Ann Duffy
In his darkroom he is finally alone
with spools of suffering set out in ordered rows.
The only light is red and softly glows,
as though this were a church and he
a priest preparing to intone a Mass.
Belfast. Beirut. Phnom Penh. All flesh is grass.
He has a job to do. Solutions slop in trays
beneath his hands which did not tremble then
though seem to now. Rural England. Home again
to ordinary pain which simple weather can dispel,
to fields which don’t explode beneath the feet
of running children in a nightmare heat.
Something is happening. A stranger’s features
faintly start to twist before his eyes,
a half-formed ghost. He remembers the cries
of this man’s wife, how he sought approval
without words to do what someone must
and how the blood stained into foreign dust.
A hundred agonies in black-and-white
from which his editor will pick out five or six
for Sunday’s supplement. The reader’s eyeballs prick
with tears between bath and pre-lunch beers.
From aeroplane he stares impassively at where
he earns a living and they do not care.
What do you think of this creative video? Do you find it effective? Does it help the understanding of the poem?
Now listen to the analysis and explanation of the poem. Were you right in your considerations? What are the aspects you could not grasp by yourself? Why?
If you were asked to write a catchy phrase to summarize the core concept of this poem, what would it be?
Why do you think I decided to conclude our project on World War One with this poem?
Do you approve of this choice? Why (not)?
Have fun with this quiz!
First of all I would like to point out that some months ago I went to a wonderful exhibition of pictures taken by Robert Capa, one of the most extraordinary war photograhers of the XXth century. He travelled all around the world to witness the most various conflicts which took place between the 20’s and the 60’s from Spain to French, from the United States to Vietnam. I can quite proudly state I love art, not only music but fine arts as well. Though, I had never considered photography as an art, too: art should involve our senses, delight us through its constant seeking Beauty. But when I visited that exhibition I was shocked by how photography can make us think. World is not Beauty: there are actually concrete problems to solve and past experiences we must absolutely not forget. Therefore I am convinced that museums dedicated to war photography need to survive, because that is the only way we can get in touch with certain events in an objective way.
The great poem by Carol Ann Duffy was much clearer to me after I saw both the creative video and the analytic one: even if I had managed to grasp the most important aspects of the poem, there are some points I had not caught. First of all, I had never considered war photographers as mere workers, as personifications of an amazing paradox: I agree with the fact that if on the one hand they immortalize war instants in order to denounce them, it is also true that they, so to say, DO partake in the war. But can their “partaking in the war” be defined as a sin? Would it be better to forget everything without getting our own hands stained? This is the point which made me reflect the most. Another aspect is Church not condemning wars despite Christ’s message of peace and brotherhood.
It was not easy to elaborate a phrase which could summarize this poem without any further explanation, but anyway I would say: “Being a war photographer: both a priviledged and disgraced job”.
I appreciated very much this poem as the end of our project on World War One: it is not so usual to talk about such a point of view, that of war photographers. It would be a very good point to start another project about the relation between art and contemporary world.
After I watched the videos about war photographers, I made up my own opinion about their work . I think that men who decide to undertake this kind of career, must have strong ideals expecially reguarding war. Creating a museum dedicated to war photography is a way to denounce war, how it is fought and the damages for human beings. It is a way to show people the reality of the military campaines. Too often the system hides the brutality of war behind the catchphrase “make war to make peace”, and behind this idea people tend to forget that war inevitably causes death, and the majority of those who dies, are innocent, common people. In this particolar case war photographers play and important role: they have the responsability to bring truth to civilians who can’t see the war with their own eyes.
In the second video there is a man who affirms: “we have the responsabilità to try to keep telling this story”. Another point that, in my opinion war photographers want to underline, is not just the effects in Afghanistan and Iraq (in this particolar case) people, but also on the American soldiers. They look annihilated, traumatized by the war. So we can say that war does not know winners or loosers: there is just pain, suffering for everybody. All those traumatic events we can see in the pictures will remain forever in the minds or even the bodies of those who suffered those events.
The poem “War photographer” by Carol Ann Duffy explains the hard work war photographers have to face everyday.
The creative video is usefull also because of its music: the song “We are the world” promotes solidarity and brotherhood since this song was used in the ’80 for a fund raising, where the western people, at least for once, felt involved with the situation African people was living.
The video is useful to understand better the poem.It made me realize the strong emotions the photographer feels. I can imagine how hardcan be for the person who took those pictures to look at them because they remind him the moments he has lived.For example in the poem is written when he remembers the woman crying for her dead husband.
My catchy “phrase” to summarize this poem is “breave hearts” in order to underline the fatigues the photographer have to face to catch moments of grim reality and bring them to common people like us who too often forget what war really is.
ANSWER 1
To my mind a museum dedicated to war photography could be really useful. By using the word “useful” I really mean that it could be useful for people to better understand what wars are. Just if people get to know what wars are and all its consequences on humanity and all the suffering it brings about they can raise their voice in order to stop wars from being fought.
ANSWER 2
I think the video was quite effective but I think the images that were linked to the different lines of the poem didn’t really match with the content of those lines. At least this is the case for some of the images. Among the different images there were two that particularly caught my attention and they are the one of the Jews in the concentration camps and the one of the African child, that is being uplifted by his mum. I was really moved by that skinny child, whose body seems to fight against death.
ANSWER 3
I have found this video really useful. It made me reflect on so many things and led me to make so many considerations I could not make myself. I will now make a list of things that I did not fully grasp from my first analysis.
1- I had not grasped the irony about the Church that is being made at lines 4 and 5 of the first stanza, the indirect attack the author is making against the Church and the fact that it is allowing war to continue.
2- I could not really understand the meaning of this sentence:” All flesh is grass “. Then I understood this sentence is just a biblical passage.
3- I had not focused my attention on the word “ job “, that is contained in the sentence :” He has a job to do “. Here Carol Ann Duffy is attacking those war photographers that consider war photography just a job like many others, without getting involved with what they mirror with the pictures they take.
4- I had not noticed the fact that the ones pictures that are chosen by any editor are not put on the front page but they end up on the Sunday’s supplement.
ANSWER 4
People’s indifference to the issue of war makes war photographers’ job vain.
ANSWER 5
“ War photographer “is an indirect appeal to humanity to stop fighting wars, this is why this poem has been chosen as the conclusive element of our project on WW1.
Semenyuk Iryna 5 F
• The most important objective of a museum dedicated to war photography is to show and explain to people how really the war was. Because for human being it is important to see pictures or photography to understand better. This visual effect remain in the memory for long time and every one can interpret it in personal way. The photographer usually catches some particular, tragic and unusual moment so we can analyze all things which had happened during the war.
• This video is powerful and effective, it help to understand the poem and explain some lines and details that perhaps without video were not very clear. Some pictures are cruel the other are touching but they represent the reality of life in some areas and we simply have not right do not know nothing about this kind of problems.
• I was quite right in my considerations but some metaphors were too deep and a little bit difficult in interpretation. The poem is visual, with many links to different wars and conflicts and to understand completely the poem it is important to have already some knowledge about wars that are mentioned by author.
• During the war you cannot escape from it, it is everywhere and you are obliged to face it in all it’s terrible aspects.
• This poem, as for me, is a good and very powerful conclusion to our project on World War One. The poet here speak about more recent wars, but we can see that nothing has changed. The sufference, deaths, horror are always the same. Some verse demonstrate the conscience and feelings of the photographer. Duffy tries to explain and justify their work and why people do this job.
When we talk about war it always seems that we are talking about something that is far away from us. We study them, we read about them, we watch politicians talking about them in tv but we do not really care much about them because they are so distant (so it seems) or because they happened a long time ago and we were not even born. The fact is this (and it very sad) in order to really understand what a war is we should live it: If we (the majority of us) live a war we will find out why so many people spend their time to “fight” in order to stop wars. Although there is another way: denounce the horrors that a war causes; not in the traditional way but putting the spectator directly in front of the fact, letting him SEE what a war causes. This is the objective of war photography. As a matter of fact there is a difference between saying that that child lost both his parents because of a bob and seeing a picture of him crying between the corpses of his parents. War photography let us realize better how stupid and painful a war is.
A war photographer is someone between an hero and a coward (I did not want to sound offensive but I couldn’t find another adjective). He is a “coward” because he witnesses all that terrible things and he does nothing to avoid them, he “just” takes a photo. He is an hero because he goes in places where he know he could possibly die “just” to let us see what shameful things are happening in the other side of the world. A museum dedicated to these ambiguous modern heroes is a way to celebrate their courage.
The video posted for Duffy’s poem is quite effective: the poem is full of evocative images that are rendered very well through the video. In this way you get to understand better what the poem talks about. I must confess that there are some images that do not have much sense, it feels like someone put them there in order to fill an empty space.
The video of the teacher was useful too. I was right in the consideration I did: for example I pointed out too the contradictions hidden in this job that are perfectly rendered through the poem. But I have not grasped the irony that the teacher pointed out because I would never have thought that Carol Ann Duffy could use irony for such a “serious” theme.
Phrase: “With a clic I shoot in me and bring that shot to everyone”
I think that you decided to conclude our project on WWI with war photography because that war was one of the first to be reported. Since WWI war photographer have risked their life in order to let people know what was going on where no bird sings and rifles scream. War photography is something that links that war to the wars that are still fought nowadays and makes us fell it not so far from us.
1) I think that a museum dedicated to war photography is very important because it brings us the truthful testimony about what happens abroad. The main function of photography is to represent the reality that has witnessed the photographer and with the war photography people can be aware of the situation in the rest of the world and make their own reflections. Therefore photography has an essential role on denouncing war.
2) First of all I do not like music videos related to poetry because they interfere with the images that I created with my mind before and maybe they can destroy them. This kind of video does not allow a personal interpretation of the poem. Then in the video in question, there is the song “We are the world”, which could be related to the argument, but the connection with Duffy’s poem is not immediate and also it misleads with the reading so the poem is no longer the protagonist of the video.
3) After watching this video many aspects of the poem were more clear to me and confirmed what I thought of the poem, such as the psychological state of the war photographer, which is conditioned by what he saw during his job; then there were some aspects that I could not grasp by myself: for example I did not grasp in the first stanza the irony used with “suffered set”; the reference to the Bible with “All flesh is grass” and then in the final stanza with “black and white” is not only related to the black and white of the photo but even to right and wrong in the sense that the photographer is thinking about the ethic of his job, if he is doing the right thing.
4) “Is it worth risking so much?”
5) In my opinion you decided to conclude the project with this poem (and I do agree with you) because war witnesses are not only the soldiers, but even civilians, in particular photographers that decided to risk their life in order to make people aware of what is happening in the battlefields. Then also because it is interesting to compare the different war experiences and the common aspect that comes up is that the war changes everyone radically.
War photographers, and so, a museum of war photography is simply essential for me, because from it you could see the reality of the war: the real condition of human being who lived in a country at war. I think that in order to see better the truth of the war, but especially to understand better the valiant and darangeous work of a war photographer, he should take a picture himself with what he wants to photograph (as the nowadays “selfie”), or better someone else should take a picture to the war photographer while he is taking a photograph. I think that in this way we could understand better that is a real situation, made from courageous men, and denounce the cruelty of wars and of what sorrounded it.
I like so much the video, first of all for the music, because i love that song, but especially because i could understand better the poem. This because as the pictures taking by the war photographer help us to see and to know better the reality of a war, images help me to understand the meaning of the pain, especially of certain sentences, which with an image are more clear. So, in some situations, images could help us to understand better than words or sounds.
The explanation is fantastic because it shows the so many hidden meaning that could have only one word or expression. I understood the general meaning but this video opened my eyes to the deep and various meaning: for example in the first line the the word “darkroom” where the poet finds himself, I understood that it reflected the condition of the war, and of what the war photographer had taken a picture of, but I did not understood that it could even simbolize the state of his mind, that could be his “room”, where he had and kept his war photos, which is sad, cruel, “dark”. Or even when the poet says: “he has a job to do”, referring to the war photographer, I do not think of the fact that the war photographer is paid to see people or especially children, dead, or suffering, or that is going to be shot. It is a paradox!
If I have to summerize the poem with a phrase I would say that: “the war whotographer open the “eye” of his camera while somebody else close his eyes!”, because he did not want, or he does on purpose, to see the reality of the war.
I really appreciate the fact that you decided to finish our project on WWI° with this poem, and in general with Carol Ann Duffy, because she succeds in showing the reality of the war, with the eyes of the “War Photographer”, describing his coraugeous work, but she even give us a secret and happy aspects of the war, that is, the curious episode of “Christmas Truce”, which give us a different and more nice side of the war.
Mattia 5F
A museum dedicated to the war world I can be very important to show the brutality and crudely of this conflict trough the picture.
This is a good idea to see the war in another way that can make the difference and can help people to open their eyes through things that they doesn’t know or that they consider not important. The picture can show us all the parts that a conflict have: the happy (also very rare, for example when they receive a letter from their family) moments, the dead, the suffering, the moments of alarm, and so. It can be a good way to highlight the hidden aspects that the newspaper or a poem cannot explain. Also the job of a photographer is very difficult who find himself in a situation of war, with this cruel situation trying to come out alive from the danger of the war. So in my opinion, a museum can be useful.
According to me the video was a good way to understand the poem but I think that the images were not linked in a good way with the content of those lines. This is the case for some pictures. Through his images we can see a very short part of the huge aspects, problems caused by the cruelty and brutality of the War. Through images the reader is helped to understand the message of the poem, images of pain and destruction make this reading more emotive and involving. But I very appreciate this video; it helps in another way to see the different aspects of the conflict.
I really enjoyed the analysis. It is complete and explains things that we did not understand immediately. It highlighted the behaviour of the war photographer, which decides to participate right to these crimes and doing nothing. His behaviour is juxtaposed to the reader that looks at these pictures on Sunday insert but does nothing to change the situation and immediately forgets about it.
I saw that the pictures that are chosen by any editor are not put on the front page but they were on the Sunday’s supplement.
This poem closed our project on World War I, In order to give us a different view of the war. I enjoy this choice, especially because I appreciate the Carol Ann Duffy poem.
Balbinot Giulia
“Brothers”:
The curious eyes of a child,
stare at the abandoned helmet
in the middle of the road.
Just for fun, he put it on his curly head,
imitating the sound of gunshots.
But the helmet fits him loosely.
A young soldier, tired and disappointed
sees the innocent from afar,
playing alone near a giant tree with the helmet.
The little boy is astonished, because
he recognizes his eyes and his skinny physiognomy;
“Sir, I saw you in the picture that my father has at home.
Are you my brother, by any chance?” asks the child with his invidiable naivety.
The little boy manages to get a smile out of the soldier:
“Yes, we are brothers” claims the young man
“but I left home very early, therefore you didn’t recognize me”.
“Do you like it?” asks the child, indicating the helmet.
The soldier, thoughtful, doesn’t answer.
“My brother, you see those men over there, who are playing
a soccer game, exchanging some of their own objects?
Are they friends, in your opinion?”
The child nods, a little bit intimidated.
“Yet I think so, my dear brother,
someone says, we need to be enemies,
as if we were born to kill other human beings.
The helmet, the uniform and the rifle, mustn’t cover our soul,
they must be as pure as yours, my dear brother.”
The child places the helmet near the giant tree,
Stares at the soldier with curious eyes and asks him:
“Came back home with me, my brother,
our parents will be happy to see you again”.
The use of dialogue and narration in a poem is pretty unusual, but I like the result and I appreciate the way it reads. Nice, Riccardo.
AN ANT IN AN ANTHILL
As I look at your picture,
a shiver comes all over me.
A little homesickness
and I turn back to the trenches.
As I imagine what you are doing,
I feel you are by my side;
like the morning when I had to leave you.
I wish I had never cried.
A soldier should never cry.
Even before death. Death.
Five letters and an uncertain knowledge,
but isn’t death the only certainty we have,
from our first moment in this world?
Thought war seems to change its track.
The border between life and death is so brittle,
impalpable.
Life here has no dignity:
men and donkeys are reduced to a mush
under the enemies’ fire.
Here.
The place where words have lost their meanings;
nothing needs to be remembered,
no one has the strength to speak.
Even poets hide reality behind metaphors,
singers stopped singing
and started grieving.
I am only a small ant
in this teeming anthill.
Do I have the right to cry
for Simon, who won’t see his wife again?
Do I have the right to cry
for Dave, who had left two little children and a wife
all by themselves?
Do I have the right to cry for
my country that has lost all its Youth
in this miserable war and
now it will trudge to get back on its feet again?
And then I ask myself: Do I have tears anymore?
This is a powerful poem. I am just astonished by the effect the words you chose had on me. The emotional impact was really strong. Thank you for having put your sensitive appraoch to life in this poem. Thank you.
UNTITLED TRENCH
Many people were forced to be soldiers
a whole generation was wiped out by a bulldozer
pain was given to families
they were literally led to insanity.
The air was full of agony in the trenches
only God knows how many people died
Nations don’t care what it is ethically right
nobody can understand it is might, power
soldiers used to think in the night
“Oh Lord, please tell me what life is”.
”Christmas at war”
It is Christmas Eve
and we cannot sleep.
We are piled up because of the cold:
we are so young but we are feeling so old.
Then a sound come across the wind:
The Germans sing.
We add to their song, and after a while
someone comes out of the trench with a smile.
We meet ‘the enemy’ in no man’s land,
and we behave as if we are best friends.
We exchange chocolates, cigarettes and pictures of home
and no one cares where you come from.
Then comes out the first sun ray
and so it has come, the day.
Now we are back in the trenches,
waiting for something to happen.
Suddenly the sound of a gunshot.
The war goes on.
But we just want it to stop.
I’m thinking of you,
Here in the trenches
I hold my breath
waiting for my death.
I only hear shots and bombs
But I see you everywhere
between the bulllets.
I am thinking of you,
Now lying in the grass
Waiting for the war to pass.
I am thinking of you,
Here in this war
I hope you are doing the same
waiting to see you again.
When something you really longed for
Reveals itself to be a hideous trap,
From which part of his mind can a man
Wrest enough strength
To pretend nothing is happening?
Or perhaps it is the animal instinct,
Which always relies on hope and ignores the danger
Whenever man believes he has found a way out.
How is it possible to forget such a tragedy
And carelessly celebrate a religious event?
What did atheists do that night?
Did they partake in the festivity,
Was Christmas a pretext for them as well?
Such men, apparently coward having left the fight,
I incredibly admire.
And my strong precise mind
Would perhaps not allow me to act like that.
That feeling
When you left on that ship
So crowded
Of youth
Of excitement
Has suddenly come back.
That feeling
Has suddenly come back
In this trench
So crowded
Of death,
Debasement.
Why?
Now, that you are walking
Through
Blood and mud,
A mixture
They prepared for you
It has baked your mind.
A corpse – he sleeps
He has the same
Smile you saw on that ship.
Maybe
He is happy
Now that he has left
For far and more peaceful
Seas.
What is war?
IT
Is injustice, we are all equal, we cannot kill each other;
is egoism, is envy towards another people;
is thirst for whealth;
is a bloodshed, a slaughter of young people who fight for no real reason;
is the sound of gunshots;
is the blood poured from the veins of soldiers;
is a moltitude of dead bodies on the ground;
is the tears of a friend when he sees you die;
is a letter full of love of a wife waiting for her husband;
is a prayer sent to God to stop such a horrible vision;
is a hard struggle between life and death;
is when you are deprived of your own ideas;
is hope, hope when you think: “I will survive”;
is a sigh of relief when a soldier wakes up in the morning
and he says “I’m still here, I’m still alive”,
because every morning he asks himself if the day after he will be alive.
Is courage, love for the homeland,
because if you thought about what happens during a war, you would die
at the beginning of the battle.
War is the worst crime that people have ever committed.
But it is not a symbol of alienation,
war cannot lead the heart of a soldier, cannot steal his dignity;
God knows all our feelings and cannnot forget what a “life” a soldier
lived in the trenches.
Lucrezia 5°F
“Running Photos”
Black. Blood. Rain. Run.
I have to run. Run fast.
Faster. I have to hurry.
Hurry up.
I can’t run. I can’t trample on my brothers.
They are all dead. But I can’t stop.
I have to do my job.
To show the truth.
Unjustice.
Ready. Steady. Shoot.
I hope these images will remain foever.
I hope someone will understand.
Death.
Now I am walking.
I am breathing.
Stop.
A hand. Someone is touching me.
Please. Please. Please.
That hand is talking to me.
A man half-dead.
Shoot.
This is more than a photo.
Love. Hugs. Now.
I can’t leave him here. Alone.
Blood in my hands.
Blood in my arms.
Blood in my eyes.
Blood in my mind.
I won’t leave him.
We have just become
A family.
So lovely (regardless of the grieving theme, obviously)
An unhappy future
There is a child in the garden
Who is playing alone
Waiting for his father,
The man, the soldier who is in no-man’s-land
And whose grave is surrounded by dead men
Instead of flowers and flags.
There is a child in the garden
Waiting for you
With his broken dreams
And tear-brimmed eyes
Because he has told you good-bye
Giada Blasut
Wonderful poem Giada. Really awesome. I loved reading it!
A war. What’s a war?
A war is a mother.
A mother that cries ’cause her child died.
He died at the front.
He died, he was just seventeen.
Nobody will ever bring him back to her.
And now who will rest
his head on her breast?
A war is a heart.
A heart that was broken.
It is that of a girl.
Her boyfriend was sent to the front.
He sent her a lot of letters from there,
from hell.
Those letters are all she is left of him.
He has never come back!
A war is a teardrop.
A teardrop that runs on the cheek of a dad.
He remembers once a letter arrived.
A letter that said his son had to partake in the war.
So great was the pride in his eyes.
“Good boy, your moment of glory has come!
Be proud!”
But now that is son is gone forever
what’s left of that pride?
A war is a decoration.
A decoration on a soldier’s uniform.
Oh, how he loved those medals
shining on his chest!
But…
that was at first.
Then his friend died.
Then another.
And many others.
“Fucking medals!”
What’s a medal when your brother, your father, your friend
have died?
A war is…
a son that dies;
a mother that cries;
a broken-hearted girl;
a father that lives in remorse;
a soldier who’s left alone with his medals
’cause the greedy war has gulped down all his friends.
Do you think a war is worth all this?
Silvia, tears are running down my cheeks. I read your poem over and over again as I did with your classmates’. I am astonished at the great capabilities you all have of writing beautiful and touching words. This poem is a poetic piece of great depth and thus of great impact. Thank you for having put your soul into it. I can feel it. I can see it. You did a wondeful job and I am very proud of you, my special Silvia.
“MONSTERS OF YOUR MIND”
They are back with you now,
the monsters of before
you thought you could fight
so you got ready for war.
“You’ll be a hero” they said;
I thought heroes were supposed to be invincible,
but then I realized
the battle wounds traced across your mind
and at that point, I’d rather be blind.
You were in a war
with mates, enemies, beasts
or even more…
Each one pulled the trigger
sending another shot of pain
all over your body
transforming the strong man you were
into a nobody.
This is a super poem Arianna. You took my breath away. Well done my special young lady!
Another point of view.
In the immensity
Of thoughts,
Religions,
Nations,
Human beings,
And feelings.
A war is:
Disorientation, suffering, misery, drought,
Anger, hunger, loneliness,
Fear, homesickness.
Silence.
It is also:
Hope,
Living for a future change,
Love,
Receiving the letters from wives,
Adrenalin,
Springing out of the trenches,
Brotherhood,
Sharing food rations,
Daring,
Taking a heroic decision,
Nobility,
Sparing the enemy,
Bravery,
Listening to a gun firing,
Noise.
The sound of a bullet,
Which has just brushed you.
Emanuele Li Calzi.
Really nice.
Look into their eyes
Look into their eyes,
look at their souls.
What do you see?
What do you feel?
They’re all dead…
They fought for their future
and saved our present.
Fear was their worst enemy,
but they were united
by their sense of brotherhood.
Christmas was coming and
NOBODY
wanted to fight.
On Jesus’ birthday they made
a truce
with the enemy.
That was a miracle!
Music was their best friend,
at that moment…
resting became a duty
And everybody shared
the Rare Joy
and realized
that they were all the same…
They were brothers.
CHRISTMAS 1914. MERRY WAR!
<<Come on man,
Stand up
Go and fight
for your homeland
for your family
for your pride
for you!
Go and kill everyone
every man you met
every person you met
every soldier you met
in your dead way!
Go and kill!
Christmas 1914.
<<Come on friend,
it's Christmas
it's cease-fire
it's the time to change our gifts
it's the time to meet our enemies
it's the time to meet our enemies
it's the time to meet new friends!
Come on pal,
it's an happy day of war,
it's a party in the war,
it's a celebration in the war!
Hi enemies! Hi new friends!
The day after Christmas 1914.
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War is whitered flowers, static sunsets
It is artificial fog.
War is canned food, whispered – screamed pain.
It is an outbreak of souls.
War is death, death, death.
Death is
destroyed families,
tattered futures,
dog food and dried blood.
That is what war is
Elena Ghersetti