Peace

Where is that elusive thing called Peace and what is it? Surely it is not in Korea riding the rumbling, B re-spurting tanks which spew destruction against the Red positions. Not in the sub-zero wilds of Alaska on torturous 30-40 below maneuvers? Or in the breast of him who lies pain racked, emaciated and wan, cancer ebbing away the last flickerings of life? Could it be in the soul of her from whose arm an only dear child has been torn by the grim specter of death? But yes, its there in...