It was the seventh of November, 1918. The war was finally over. Maybe it would be declared a holiday and named War's End Day or something equally hopeful and wrong. Wars would break out again. Violence was part of human nature as much as love and generosity.
It was the seventh of November, 1918. The war was finally over. Maybe it would be declared a holiday and named War's End Day or something equally hop… - Claire Holden Rothman
It was the seventh of November, 1918. The war was finally over. Maybe it would be declared a holiday and named War's End Day or something equally hop…
- Claire Holden Rothman
Happiness is a strange thing. It is something I tend to recognize only after it has passed, when I realize I miss it. - Claire Holden Rothman
Happiness is a strange thing. It is something I tend to recognize only after it has passed, when I realize I miss it.
Login to join the discussion
Login to join the discussion