<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=581932" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>War In Secret</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I don’t know much about war, <br>at least first hand I don’t.<br>But in my neighborhood, <br>when I was a child, <br>there was an old man<br>who had been in world War I.<br>He would ride his bicycle daily<br>up and down the streets, <br>pumping only the left pedal.<br>He didn’t remember about the war, <br>and all he got from it was<br>an artificial right leg.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I don’t know much about war but, <br>my uncle flew bombers<br>during World War II.<br>In an old album there is a picture<br>of him standing by a plane which<br>is painted with a big white star.<br>My grandparents were so proud but, <br>he never wants to talk about the war, <br>he only wants to remember<br>and talk about the planes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I don’t know much about war, <br>but I know of two magnificent towers, <br>ones I’ve seen only in pictures.<br>Once they stood in New York City. <br>Proudly they stood, <br>jutting twenty-five years into the sky, <br>slicing the clouds.<br>Now they are gone, <br>taking with them approximately<br>two thousand seven hundred fifty lives.<br>This is what I know about war, <br>war in secret, plotted and<br>executed with ease, <br>with no remorse.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And this, I will always remember.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Betty+Bleen">Betty Bleen</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=581932" data-title="War In Secret de Betty Bleen" data-description="I don’t know much about war, at least first hand I don’t. But in my neighborhood, when I was a child, there was an old man who had been in world War I. He would ride his bicycle daily up and down the streets, pumping only the left pedal. H..."></div> </div> </div>

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