The pounding of shells, the mines, the death traps, the massive, blind destruction, the acrid stench of rotting flesh, the communal graves, the charred bodies, and the fear. These are the images of war. War has changed over the centuries from battles of legions of ironclad soldiers enveloped in glimmering armor fighting for what they believe to senseless acts of guerrilla warfare against those too coward to be draft-dodgers. Those who were there, who experienced
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from the people at the frontlines to the people at home, waiting for the war to end. With newspapers showing even the goriest pictures on the front page, people who are sitting at home can experience some parts of the war. But it is only through art that we can heal the pains of war. I think the only short phrase that sums up what war means is a classic line. War is literally hell.