Listen, someone's screaming in agony- fortunately I speak it fluently
Spike MilliganRead
We come across thirty or so hurried graves with makeshift wooden markers. 'Private Edwards, E.', a number, and that was all. Fourteen days ago he was alive, thinking feeling, hoping... If war was a game of cards, I'd say someone was cheating.
Interpretation
The quote reflects on the tragic loss of life in war and the lack of recognition for individual soldiers.
Spike Milligan's quote poignantly illustrates the stark reality of war, emphasizing the impermanence of life through the image of hurried graves marked only by simple identifiers. He expresses a sense of injustice, as if the struggles and hopes of soldiers are disregarded, akin to a game where the rules are unfairly manipulated, leading to their untimely deaths and erasing their identities.
In practice
During a memorial speech for fallen soldiers.
Listen, someone's screaming in agony- fortunately I speak it fluently
War is a series of catastrophes which result in victory.
My father wanted to be a hero. He went to the Air Force Academy, was valedictorian, and then he found himself strafing villagers in Vietnam in a war he didn't want to be in and didn't understand. He was extremely conflicted about the line where he went from being the good guy to possibly being the bad guy.
All you have to do is hold your first soldier who is dying in your arms, and have that terribly futile feeling that I can't do anything about it... Then you understand the horror of war.
Air power may either end war or end civilization.
Grim-visaged war hath smoothed his wrinkled front; _x000D_ _x000D_ And now, instead of mounting barbed steeds _x000D_ _x000D_ To fright the souls of fearful adversaries, _x000D_ _x000D_ He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber _x000D_ _x000D_ To the lascivious pleasing of a lute.
No place is safe - no place is at peace. There is no place where a women and her daughter can hide and be at peace. The war comes through the air, bombs drop in the night. Quiet people go out in the morning, and see air-fleets passing overhead - dripping death - dripping death!
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