Poetry through war.

"...Our eyes once more appreciated the beauty of the earth, relieved to have escaped the unbearable constriction of the shelter hole, and our lungs drew in the intoxicating spring air. With the rumble of guns behind us, we were able to say with the poet:
A day that God the maker of the world
Made for sweeter things than fighting."
-Ernst Jünger, In Stahlgewittern.






