Indeed, aptly said.
I lost my great uncle Oliver 13/10/1915 at the battle of Loos. He was 17. They never found his body so it is a lonely plaque on a wall.
It was an inglorious slow death drudgery in the trenches where are you might die of disease before stepping on a mine or getting hit by machine gun fire.
My uncle got "shell shock" (PTSD) as a Army medic in an army hospital in South Carolina. He had to help treat men coming back with terrible wounds, battlefield surgery, amputations, and terrible infections that festered on the ships that brought them back. Followed by the Spanish flu epidemic that probably killed many more in the hospital he worked in.
My aunt had to put him in the VA hospital when he became violent later in life.
Forced to put the schooner Heimdall into dry-dock for repairs and modifications, the crew chooses to holiday in Southern Utah so they can rendezvous with the Professor, a brilliant confidant from Rabat. What he shares at the summit stuns the crew and
“We’re going to use nine megaton warheads in space and we’re not sure they’re large enough to be effective. Why would you even consider using kiloton-range surface-to-air warheads as back-up?” The answer was succinct. “Because they’re all we have.”
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I lost my great uncle Oliver 13/10/1915 at the battle of Loos. He was 17. They never found his body so it is a lonely plaque on a wall.
My uncle got "shell shock" (PTSD) as a Army medic in an army hospital in South Carolina. He had to help treat men coming back with terrible wounds, battlefield surgery, amputations, and terrible infections that festered on the ships that brought them back. Followed by the Spanish flu epidemic that probably killed many more in the hospital he worked in.
My aunt had to put him in the VA hospital when he became violent later in life.
Ron