Wings Of War An Airmans Diary Of The Last Year Of The War Rudolf Stark by Rudolf Stark 9781612001883, 1612001882 instant download after payment.

There will always be war as long as there is life on earth. Individuals will come to blows, quarrels will arise in families. Tribes will have their feuds, nations will fight battles and races will destroy one another.
War will be eternal and stronger than any religion.
Every war has a purpose. Sometimes this is clear enough for everyone to understand it, but often it is quite obscure. The limits of necessity are blurred, and so no one can grasp the purpose of the war.
War has its horrors. Fearful agonies follow in its train. But every war has also its values and beauties. Cowards do not love the battlefield; they tremble, and in their fear they can only see the pettiness. Afterwards they can grumble at the war.
There will be many grumblers, because there are many cowards. But many men took their share in the war. The one served his gun, while another soared in the air and fought honourable duels. A third crouched continually in the trenches and was only an insignificant fraction of the mighty struggle.
Men learnt to know one another in the fire of murderous battles when everything petty fell away from the individual, leaving the spirit naked, pure and devoid of falsehood. Then there was nothing mean or insignificant left; war stood out in all its exalted greatness.
We must all die one day. Every man clings to life. We of the younger generation had our whole lives before us; we had the most to lose.