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| "It was a time of great and exalting excitement.
The country was up in arms, the war was on, in every breast burned the
holy fire of patriotism; the drums were beating, the bands playing, the
toy pistols popping, the bunched firecrackers hissing and sputtering; on
every hand and far down the receding and fading spreads of roofs and balconies
a fluttering wilderness of flags flashed in the sun; daily the young volunteers
marched down the wide avenue gay and fine in their new uniforms, the proud
fathers and mothers and sisters and sweethearts cheering them with voices
choked with happy emotion as they swung by; nightly the packed mass meetings
listened, panting, to patriot oratory which stirred the deepest deeps of
their hearts and which they interrupted at briefest intervals with cyclones
of applause, the tears running down their cheeks the while; in the churches
the pastors preached devotion to flag and country and invoked the God of
Battles, beseeching His aid in our good cause in outpouring of fervid eloquence
which moved every listener."
Thus begins Mark Twain's marvelous "A War Prayer". You may read it in its entirety by clicking on: One of Sam Clemmens' Better Ones. To go to PeaceHost.net, simply click on the dove below:
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