And I thought about the people who found themselves on battlefields, surrounded by ordinary people trying to kill or maim each other. And I thought about the people who made scones for them before they left and made them after they came back. And of the people who made scones while they were away or for the years after they didn't come back.
And I thought about people who were imprisoned for being in the wrong place at the wrong time with the wrong nationality or notions. And I thought about the people for whom wars brought glory or greatness or national pride. And I thought about the people for whom war was grinding, meaningless loss. And I thought about people who were shot, or gassed, or knifed, or who starved or froze to death. And I thought about how wonderful people can be to each other, and how awful.
And I made scones with cummin seed gouda in for my family because I can.
Posted by carla at April 26, 2006 11:13 PM