On Nov 2, 2006, at 7:41 PM, B. wrote:
> “Having grown up in an age of security, we all had a
> nostalgia for the unusual great perils. The war thus
> seized hold of us like strong liquor. It was under a
> hail of flowers that we left, drunk on roses and
> blood. Without a doubt, the war offered us grandeur,
> strength and gravity. It seemed to us like a virile
> exploit: the joyous combats of infantrymen in the
> meadows where blood fell like dew on the flowers. "
>
> -- Ernst Jünger, Storms of Steel
Christian P pointed out recently that soldiers get a kick out being "part of history" - in contrast to their friends who stayed home, drank beer, and worked at Home Depot.
Doug