There are no truthful right wars, as there is no right pain. Strong-willed decisions by nations, personal heroism - it's becomes as result of terrible mistakes. It's an open heart surgery. Incisions on living souls for the sake of saving from ominous threats which comes with distorted face of hatred. Satiating by victims of mass madness. A couple of weeks before the Victory Day. I open up book "Flight to Arras" ("Pilote de guerre"). It's the words of the great pacifist weared French pilot uniform, looking directly to the tragedy of mankind at all. We must read it before solemn salutes and bright processions to refresh understanding the "morality abomination" that started WW2. All about the high price and deed gain true weight. A red colours on the posters becomes blood, and the eternal fire clearing soul from filth.
