s p r i n k l e d s t r e e t s

And would it have been worth it, after all, Would it have been worth while, After the sunsets and the dooryards and the sprinkled streets, After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along the floor— And this, and so much more?— (ts eliot)

Monday, February 21, 2005

Bravery?

What is more brave an action?
To be willing to die for one's country in a war?
or
to be willing to die for one's beliefs?


For e.e. cummings' take on the subject of war and heroism, read
i sing of Olaf glad and big whose warmest heart recoiled at war

posted by kris @ 8:24 p.m.  

1 Comments:

  • At 12:27 a.m., February 25, 2005, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    The poem was interesting so I should try to be serious, but whenever dying for one's country is mentioned I'm reminded of General Patton's famous monologue.

    "No bastard ever won a war by dying for his country.
    He won it by making the other poor dumb bastard die for his country."

    In seriousness though, bravery is doing something that needs doing despite your fear, not because you have no fear.

     

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