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Rappahannock News
Published Thursday Morning at
. Washington, Rappahannock
County, Virginia
Dial Washington 2851
LUCY CATHERINE BOWIE
Publisher
Entered as second-class mail matter at the post office at Washington, Virginia.
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A Teen-Ager’s View
Of The War
WAR—the word looms ahead along with its physical experiences. A few weeks ago I did not bother with the word. It did not affect me. Today I have analyzed War, its meaning and effects. Perhaps I realize war due to the fact that all of a sudden I came to my senses and I see I cannot avoid the word for I am of the generation which will face war. The generation which will be shot, tramped by crazed multitudes. The generation who will be slapped in the face by the word. War again and again, until we are blind. So blind that we cannot see the right road until it is too late, and we will make the same mistakes our forefathers made, the same mistakes our children will make. Until men are so war-weary that they cannot possibly lift an arm to ’each other. Until the Word'fighting makes them. double in pain. Only then can that mysterious and much sought after word, Peace, take the situation in hand. Until then men will live and die. The human race will dwindle and perish. All will change physically and mentally. Unaffected only are the mountains, nothing said or done can affect them. The silly mistakes of man-kind will not cause them pain. Their contours may change but still they remain silent, serene, haughty, majestic, superior. The sands of the earth will be shaken. Their brains addled by plows and machines but still they survive the onslaught. Only these can remain untouched by screams of agony, shouts of mercy. The whimpering of the dying, weak. The grim silent suffering of the dying, brave. Yes, I will see war through unwilling eyes, wiser than now but still unexperienced. I will plow knee deep through blood. I will see my friends plunge into battle, to falter, to forge ahead, to fall, perhaps, I too, will fall, forgetting to rise but I face the future confident that I will finally find peace, and when war comes I think I will go immediately into nurses’ training. To do my part for my country, America, is my duty. More than that my desire, yes, when the time comes, you will find me there, and with God’s help and blessing I will be ready.
Anne Lewis Litsey (age 15)
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