I'll be away from my computer tomorrow, and so unable to offer any homage to Veteran's/Remembrance/Armistice Day. So I'll do it now. The postcard here is from my collection of World War One cards; I'd estimate that I have over 150. This particular kind was embroidered in colored silks – after the war they lost their popularity and were no longer made. Along with this image, I thought I'd include a poem by Wilfred Owen, my favorite war poet. The problem lay in choosing which one. The title I did have in mind is rather less well known than 'Anthem for Doomed Youth' and 'Dulce et Decorum Est'. It's my favorite, with a real kicker of a final line:
The Parable of the Old Man and the Young
So Abram rose, and clave the wood, and went,
And took the fire with him, and a knife.
And as they sojourned both of them together,
Isaac the first-born spake and said, My Father,
Behold the preparations, fire and iron,
But where the lamb, for this burnt-offering?
Then Abram bound the youth with belts and straps,
And builded parapets and trenches there,
And stretched forth the knife to slay his son.
When lo! an Angel called him out of heaven,
Saying, Lay not thy hand upon the lad,
Neither do anything to him, thy son.
Behold! Caught in a thicket by its horns,
A Ram. Offer the Ram of Pride instead.
But the old man would not so, but slew his son
And half the seed of Europe, one by one.