<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=481202" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Losses</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was not dying: everybody died. <br>It was not dying: we had died before <br>In the routine crashes-- and our fields <br>Called up the papers, wrote home to our folks, <br>And the rates rose, all because of us. <br>We died on the wrong page of the almanac, <br>Scattered on mountains fifty miles away; <br>Diving on haystacks, fighting with a friend, <br>We blazed up on the lines we never saw. <br>We died like aunts or pets or foreigners. <br>(When we left high school nothing else had died <br>For us to figure we had died like.) <br> <br>In our new planes, with our new crews, we bombed <br>The ranges by the desert or the shore, <br>Fired at towed targets, waited for our scores-- <br>And turned into replacements and woke up <br>One morning, over England, operational. <br> <br>It wasn't different: but if we died <br>It was not an accident but a mistake <br>(But an easy one for anyone to make.) <br>We read our mail and counted up our missions-- <br>In bombers named for girls, we burned <br>The cities we had learned about in school-- <br>Till our lives wore out; our bodies lay among <br>The people we had killed and never seen. <br>When we lasted long enough they gave us medals; <br>When we died they said, 'Our casualties were low.' <br> <br>They said, 'Here are the maps'; we burned the cities. <br> <br>It was not dying --no, not ever dying; <br>But the night I died I dreamed that I was dead, <br>And the cities said to me: 'Why are you dying? <br>We are satisfied, if you are; but why did I die?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Randall+Jarrell">Randall Jarrell</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=481202" data-title="Losses de Randall Jarrell" data-description="It was not dying: everybody died. It was not dying: we had died before In the routine crashes-- and our fields Called up the papers, wrote home to our folks, And the rates rose, all because of us. We died on the wrong page of the almanac, Sc..."></div> </div> </div>

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