This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.


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A pacifier, no, “Regiments being chaneled to the several fronts passed through the railroad stations. My older sister and I assisted the Red Cross in distributing coffee and sandwiches when the trains made short stops at our station. At that time I saw soldiers; otherwise I would learn very little about the war. There was no bombing of the civilian populations.” But nicotine, smoke, lots of that.