In lieu of an abstract, here is a brief excerpt of the content:

284 All But the Haunting The last green gone, and the brown leaves going . . . The long nights slow, and the short days slowing . . . The head hairs few, and the temples graying . . . The facts we deny are there for the saying. We learn from the news that our troubles are massing. The past is the present, and the present is passing. The wounded return to reunions and kissing. They’re glad to be home, but their legs are missing. Where are the brave who will keep us from killing? Where is the strength when the spirit is willing? If words must be said for the peace we are seeking, what is the price we will pay for not speaking? ...

Share