#️⃣War
war is beautiful
War was beautiful, when you had the good fortune not to be engaged in it. It was sound and fury, colour and movement, a massed assault on the senses. It was bravura and theatrical, something that made you gasp. It was thrilling and romantic, when you were a spectator.
ashes drift afar
A war is a huge fire; the ashes from it drift far and settle slowly.