The Count is neither sad, nor sick, nor merry, nor well; but civil count, civil as an orange, and something of that jealous complexion.
(William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Beatrice, in Much Ado About Nothing, act 2, sc. 1, l. 293-5.
Referring to the jealous Claudio; "civil" puns on "Seville," where the bittersweet oranges used to make marmalade are grown.)
Differences between sad remembrance ceremonies honouring the dead, and government romance parades glorifying war, justifying new wars; remembrance of sad tragic youth soldiers lost serves as a warning, do not enter lightly into conflict zones swift foolish run off to fight wars, saber rattling foolish leaders politicians too soon condemn, new generations of healthy steadfast youth into hellstorm baptism of fire; abstain from war, let children bury parents in natural cycle of life, let not old crippled parents bury their babies as young men as slain blown apart dead.