Peace with Honor: Solitudine faciunt, pacem appellant. (the ghosts of war).
Peace with Honor Solitudine faciunt, pacem appellant. I The outer provinces are never secure: our Legions hold the camps, their orders do not embrace the minds and hearts of barbarians. So, when the late- late news reported the outlandish screams in that distant temple, the great bronze Victory toppled, red stains in the sea, corpses stranded by the ebb tide--all of that, and only four hundred armed men at the garrison--why, of course it had to come, the massacre, the plundering. II It was the decade's scandal at home, the humiliation, the Eagles gone. Senators put on grim faces and gossiped over Bloody Marys--what laureled head would roll for this? Reports from the field were cabled not to the Emperor but to the Joint Chiefs, to filter through at last, edited and heavy with conclusions: the traitor, they revealed, was not in uniform, the treason was our own permissiveness; in sterner times our Fathers would not have suffered such dishonor. We nodded: yes, they knew, the Chiefs, what ancient virtue was. The twilight shudders of matrons seasoned our resolution. Somber, we took a fourth martini, wandered to the couches, the tables rich with peacocks' tongues, and nodded, nodded, waiting. III They sent our toughest veterans, the Ninth Legion, the Fourteenth, the Hundred-and-First, their orders unambiguous: teach the barbarians respect. Our marshals chose the spot: a steep defile covering the rear, our regular troops drawn close, light-armed auxiliaries at their flanks, cavalry massed on the wings. The enemy seethed everywhere, like a field of wind-blown grasses. There were the usual harangues, the native leaders boasting their vast numbers, screaming freedom or death; our generals, with that subtle sneer they learn at the Academy, pointing only to the Eagles on their tall shafts- and every man remembered the shame of Eagles fallen, comrades' bones unburied: there was that curious thing, men in bronze and steel, weeping. And then the charge, the clash of arms, cavalry with lances fixed, the glorious victory: a hundred thousand tons of TNT vaporized their villages, their forests were defoliated, farmland poisoned forever, the ditches full of screaming children, target-practice for our infantry. The land, once green and graceful, running with pleasant streams in the rich brown earth, was charred and gutted--not even a bird would sing there again. IV A glorious victory, of course, but in a larger sense, a mandatory act of justice: the general peace was kept, the larger order held; peasants for a thousand leagues around are working their mules again. Our prisoners and Eagles all returned, we dine at the rich tables, thinking of the Sunday games, thinking of anything but rebellion--thinking the honor of Empire is saved.
Philip Appleman Philip D. Appleman (born February 8th 1926) is an American poet. He is the distinguished Professor Emeritus of the Department of English, Indiana University, Bloomington. received the Humanist hu·man·ist
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b. A student of the liberal arts. Arts Award from the American Humanist Association The American Humanist Association (AHA) is an educational organization in the United States that advances Humanism. It is the original Humanist organization, and embraces secular, religious, and other manifestations of Humanist philosophy. in 1994. He served in the U.S. Army Air Corps from 1944 to 1945 and in the U.S. Merchant Marine Corps in 1946 and from 1948 to 1949. He is the author of three novels, including In the Twelfth Year of the War; a half-dozen nonfiction non·fic·tion
1. Prose works other than fiction: I've read her novels but not her nonfiction.
2. The category of literature consisting of works of this kind. books, including the new third edition of the Norton Nor·ton , Charles Eliot 1827-1908.
American educator, writer, and editor who founded the Nation (1865). Critical Edition, Darwin Darwin, city (1991 pop. 67,946), capital of the Northern Territory, N Australia, on Port Darwin, an inlet of the Timor Sea. Remotely situated on the sparsely settled north coast, Darwin had no rail connection with any of the major Australian cities until 2003, when ; and seven books of poetry, including New and Selected Poems Among the numerous literary works titled Selected Poems are the following:
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