Napoleon Hill, November, 1921: "War is a game of murder in which the winner is also the loser."

[Amerigo Vespucci]

NOTE: This is reprinted from the March 25th issue of the weekly e-mail newsletter "Napoleon Hill: Yesterday and Today," which just arrived in my in box, so there is no link yet.

However, here is the link to the Napoleon Hill Foundation Website archive for the newsletter (the issue I'm copying & pasting from hasn't been posted there yet): http://www.naphill.org/about/latest-ezine/

I'm obeying the 4-paragraph rule here...you may want to bookmark the link and check it later, when this issue has been posted.

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November Eleventh!
by: Napoleon Hill

If there is a crime in all the world that causes the all-seeing God to tremble with pity and angels to weep with grief and the planets of the universe to go out of their accustomed paths, it is the crime of wholesale murder, called war!

On November the eleventh we are reminded of the most destructive war the world has ever witnessed; a war that sent millions of human souls into eternity. Let us stop, today, and take inventory of civilization's gain from that war.

On the debit side of the ledger let us write the tragic story of pestilence and famine which is sweeping over Russia like a mighty tornado; and the story of intolerance and hate that has been written on the hearts of the people of every nation engaging in that war; and the famine that swept over China like a beast of prey, cutting down millions of innocent human beings; and here in our own beloved America, where the results of the inventory are more impressive because all who will look may see the effects, let us add to the indictment against this monster called war, the story of idle factories and unemployed men and disturbed relationship between employer and employee. And, on the credit side of the inventory-what?

Absolutely nothing--nothing except unimpeachable evidence that war is a game of murder in which the winner is also the loser. Today, as we mourn the loss of those American boys who sleep beneath the sod in Flanders fields, let up petition the Almighty king in one concentrated, unbroken line of prayer, and ask that the emissaries to the disarmament conference soon to be held in Washington may never leave these shores or set foot on their native soil again until they shall have pledged themselves and their peoples to the task of making another world war impossible by destroying the implements of war and by filling the hearts of their peoples with the love of God, through organized education, so they will never again tolerate war. In the name of God, Amen!