Of Soldiers, Six

A Tapestry of Twisted Threads in Folio

Several of the best human hypocrisies are immortalized in catechisms. We say “violence never solved anything” when history repeatedly teaches us otherwise, and once we prematurely labeled an entire, global war as “The War to End All Wars” long before we recorded its half-formed outcome. Dynasties fall. Empires rise. In marble, granite and concrete, we immortalize these events, large and small, and we celebrate the human beings named heroes there. Rightly so.

Pause a moment before The Wall – let your finger trace names in stone. From pits of despair and summits of glory, they report. Such twisted threads weave life’s strange tapestry. Of warfare’s cold compassion, here find merest details, and of soldiers, six.