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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=477429" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Medals</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">An enormous explosion threw the boy out of his bed. <br>He woke up on the carpeted floor, wiping out with his left hand<br>the crumbs of an interrupted dream. The room shook up as<br>another bomb detonated nearby with ear-piercing noise.<br>Shimmering red patches of light flared up in the dark ink <br>of the night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mother rushed into the room panic-stricken taking him down<br>in a hurry to the bomb shelter. This was merely a basement<br>shared with other people during the bomb raids. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When the sirens sounded the all clear sign it was already<br>morning. In the apartment the latched doors had burst off <br>their hinges. The window glasses shattered into a variety<br>of splinters and the striped curtain in the living room<br>became a colony of ribbons.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Looking out of the windowless room he saw long tongues<br>of flames shooting up from an incendiary bomb that fell on <br>the pavement. And then starting with a strange swishing<br>sound, like the tearing of a delicate lustrous fibre, the walls <br>of a house across the street folded up in a loud rumbling <br>thunder.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mother later told him that the collapsing building buried<br>several people, including children. A boy of his age was<br>among them. She looked at him with a curious expression<br>which he never saw before and it made him feel<br>very uncomfortable. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Oh”, sighed mother, “war is so terrible, so cruel and futile.<br>It is made by dour and stupid men in uniforms, decorated <br>with many medals, who really never grew up.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“But father also had many medals”, the boy said.<br>Mother looked at him gently for a while. “Yes, indeed, <br>he had”, she said.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There was great sadness in her eyes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Paul+Hartal">Paul Hartal</a><div class=q>
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another bomb detonated nearby with ear-piercing noise.
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