The UGLY FACES of WAR. Once WAR is waged, all HELL breaks LOOSE.

I dreamed last night of a WORLD WAR 3.

Stupid, isn’t it?

Yet with the current spates of ongoing global turmoil and unrest, who can really tell if the end’s near.

There’s no such thing as OLD wars and NEW wars.

Wars are wars. Period.

WAR is an ugly word.

You’d not be able to turn the clock backwards, so historical events cannot be reversed.

Memories of shocking revelations on the ravages of wars will always remain.

And their massive destructions.

Horrors such as these will forever be imprinted in the hearts and minds of those who had lived through the troublous era.

Life is for living, loving and giving, not killing.

All men are brothers.

Yet these days we have what we called the MODERN day wars.

Wars are here to stay.

It is a roaring business.

Or is it not?

Not everyone wants peace.

Some people benefit economically from instability, insecurity and warfare.

Mankind’s struggle for the greater power and supreme religion will never cease.

As long as people do not see eye-to-eye and human needs are not equalized, war fights on.

Philosophers, politicians, scientists and everybody alike have preached the gospel.

But what can they really do?

They are not gods.

For those who have traveled through the dark sordid period of old wars can appreciate the pains and sufferings of mankind.

The word WAR is a horrific one.

When war begins, the whole hell openeth.

The late WINSTON CHURCHILL warned us that “Never, never believe any war will be smooth and easy. Or that anyone who embarks on the strange voyage can measure the tides and hurricanes he will encounter.

The statesman who yields to war fever must realize that once the signal is given, he is no longer the master of policy but the slave of unforeseeable and uncontrollable events.”

Everything about war is barbaric.

But the worst barbarity of war is that it forces men collectively to commit acts which individually they would revolt with their whole being.

A great war leaves a country with three armies:

an army of cripples, an army of mourners and an army of thieves.

Ahhhhh …..

YOU are YOUNGER than SPRINGTIME, aren't YOU?

In THAILAND where we are, the heat is unbearable and the civil war is fiercely intense.

All of us are out on a limb, emotionally drained and physically frustrated.

Hoping for a truce soon, we might as well switch subject, lest we go bonkers.

Whilst the incidents of the past few months were ugly, let us embrace the beauty in women for a change.

It’d be so wickedly wonderful to watch sexy nubile women running down the streets naked as cheerleaders to assure us the worse is finally over, and that business is back to normalcy.

Ahhhh …..anyway ….

This is an ODE to BEAUTIFUL WOMEN.

The lilting romantic song from the musical SOUTH PACIFIC says it all.

Listen!

YOU ARE YOUNGER THAN SPRINGTIME.

“I touch your hands
And my heart grows strong,
Like a pair of birds
That burst with song.
My eyes look down
At your lovely face,
And I hold a world
In my embrace.

Younger than springtime, are you
Softer than starlight, are you,
Warmer than winds of June,
Are the gentle lips you gave me.
Gayer than laughter, are you,
Sweeter than music, are you,
Angel and lover, heaven and earth,
Are you to me.

And when your youth
And joy invade my arms,
And fill my heart as now they do,
Then younger than springtime, am I,
Gayer than laughter, am I,
Angel and lover, heaven and earth,
Am I with you!

And when your youth
And joy invade my arms,
And fill my heart as now they do,

Then younger than springtime, am I,
Gayer than laughter, am I,
Angel and lover, heaven and earth,
Am I with you.”

Now we are feeling a lot better.