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They know, not only everything that is contained in it, but all the rest that can never be written
The solders who came home from 1918 are gone, but I bought a paper poppy as I left Wilson Farm from two men who were very much alive and my brother's best friend lives in Vermont. There are soldiers who have not yet come home. Not all of them are among the dead. Not all fronts are western.
It is always the same on the road. It is always the same. All these motor cars full of men keep coming along the road—the long road that leads to the war. Sometimes it is hot and there is sunlight and dust on the road, and the smell of petrol is strong; sometimes it is cold and the rain beats down from the sky; sometimes it is night and there is a lantern to wave instead of a flag, and there is the fear of falling asleep. But the road is always the same and the box by the road is always the same, and deep down there is the same truth always.
—Mary Borden, The Forbidden Zone (1929)
It is always the same on the road. It is always the same. All these motor cars full of men keep coming along the road—the long road that leads to the war. Sometimes it is hot and there is sunlight and dust on the road, and the smell of petrol is strong; sometimes it is cold and the rain beats down from the sky; sometimes it is night and there is a lantern to wave instead of a flag, and there is the fear of falling asleep. But the road is always the same and the box by the road is always the same, and deep down there is the same truth always.
—Mary Borden, The Forbidden Zone (1929)
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yeah man!
cars out here seem to outnumber people..
it's a sci-fi movie in vankong