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War in any fashion is insanity, it is hell on earth. And the story never changes, it is always started by old men thousands of miles away from any harm or killing action themselves, as they sit around a big conference table sticking pins in maps of the world figuring out where to start the next war. Drinking champagne, eating the best foods and waiting for the dancing girls to come on in and entertain them, all puffed up with visions of grandeur on how history will remember their great leadership value, while young men go off to fight and die to appease their never-ending gluttony for shedding the blood of others.
The Korean War Relived: The Soldier Comes Out Of The War, But The War Lingers On Inside Him – PAPERBACK
Published Date: July 29, 2020
Leith Lyman Cunningham
I hate war as only a soldier who has lived it can, only as one who has seen its brutality, its futility, its stupidity… —Dwight D. Eisenhower If you want total security, go to prison. There you’re fed, clothed, given medical care and so on. The only thing lacking… is freedom. —Dwight D. Eisenhower I have one yardstick by which I test every major problem – and that yardstick is: Is it good for America? —Dwight D. Eisenhower (sounds a lot like Trump to me) Only Americans can hurt America. —Dwight D. Eisenhower In the final choice a soldier’s pack is not so heavy as a prisoner’s chains. —Dwight D. Eisenhower There is no glory in battle worth the blood it costs. —Dwight D. Eisenhower When people speak to you about a preventive war, you tell them to go and fight it. After my experience, I have come to hate war. —Dwight D. Eisenhower My name is Leith Lyman Cunningham, I was born and raised up on a horse and wagon type farm in Northern Michigan. It was a hilly farm and my father didn’t believe in tractors. My father was mostly of a mind if we couldn’t raise it, grow it, or hunt and kill it, we didn’t need to eat it. We were poor but never really knew it because so was everyone else. We learned early on that hard work wouldn’t kill us. Still, as a 17-year-old boy, I was born with a wanderlust. I always wanted to see what was over the hill and around the next curve in the road. Curiosity that killed the cat finally took hold of me and I joined the U.S. Army in 1949. I got caught up in the Korean War, wounded in action, spent the next year in an Army hospital; got married, had two kids and now write books. I hope you enjoy them.