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put the cigarette down bucko.
Awh!!
Heroes, lovers and believers don´t extinguish: they are rediscovered in every age, and in this sense myth always emerges. The situation in which we find ourselves resembles an interlude in which the curtain has fallen whilst a disconcerting mutation of the workers and accessories is taking place.
Ernst Jünger
“Help, if it comes, frequently turns up from an unexpected quarter: from the weak. This happened to me when I met and married Teresa. My defeatism reached a climax: I went the whole distance, finally turning my back on the struggle for power. It all seemed meaningless and futile, a wasted effort, time lost. I wanted to wipe it from my memory. I came to recognize that one single human being, comprehended in his depth, who gives generously from the treasures of his heart, bestows on us more riches than Caesar or Alexander could ever conquer. Here is our kingdom, the best of monarchies, the best republic. Here is our garden, our happiness.” - Ernst Jünger, ‘The Glass Bees’ (1957) [p. 59]
One of favorite writers. His book 'In Stahlgewittern' has still admired me. Story about strength of mind and love of life. Author fought in the WWI and his path between being as soldier to lieutenant and commander impressed
Today's veterans often come home to find that, although they're willing to die for their country, they're not sure how to live for it.
Sebastian Junger, Tribe: On Homecoming and Belonging
Dedicated to my fellow veterans on this Armed Forces Week.
May you win the war you brought home with you.
Dum spiro spero (while I breathe, I hope).
Which Way Is the Front Line From Here? von Narciso Bianco