To the Editor
Tucson Star/Citizen

Dear Editor:

I am enclosing a reader opinion on behalf of its author who, having been dead now for 92 years, was unable to submit it himself.

Michael Moore

The War Prayer

"Oh Lord our Father, our young patriots, idols of our hearts, go forth
to battle--be Thou near them! With them, in spirit, we also go forth
from the sweet peace of our beloved firesides to smite the foe. O Lord
our god, help us to tear their soldiers to bloody shreds with our
shells; help us to cover their smiling fields with the pale forms of
their patriot dead; help us to drown the thunder of the guns with the
shrieks of their wounded, writhing in pain; help us to lay waste their
humble homes with a hurricane of fire; help us to wring the hearts of
their unoffending widows with unavailing grief; help us to turn them out
roofless with their little children to wander unfriended the wastes of
their desolated land in rags and hunger and thirst, sports of the sun,
flames of summer and the icy winds of winter, broken in spirit, worn
with travail, imploring Thee for the refuge of the grave and denied
it - for our sakes who adore Thee, Lord, blast their hopes, blight their
lives, protract their bitter pilgrimage, make heavy their steps, water
their way with their tears, stain the white snow with the blood of their
wounded feet! We ask it, in the spirit of love, of Him Who is the
Source of Love, and Who is the ever-faithfiul refuge and friend of all
that are sore beset and seek His aid with humble and contrite hearts.

Mark Twain

Quote courtesy of Martin Holt, Helena, MT