The Waterbury Democrat., 1941-05-09
Of The People, By The People,
 For The People
BY ZANONI

tional war shrine of that shattered boys body, to which once year a great pilgrimage would come from all over America to do him honor. A strange idea maybe, but one that thrills the pulse of those who come to pray at that pitiful shrine, the great shrine of blood and tears, and national -women's tears, mothers tears! Said the former army chaplain, So this Is the supreme outcome of western civilization, which for 2,000 years has placed the crucified Christ and his cross as the symbol of humanity and head of the great Christian reli- zion all over the world.'" The entombed, charred disfigured body of a soldier, that makes the whole nation pause Its colorful pagentry in honor of war, its meaningless oratory to lay wreaths and pray at the shrine of son of the Republic. That is strange, in view of the fact that we still worship Mammon, the God of cupidity and gold, and Moloch, the war god of the ancient Phoe- nicians, the fire god to whom human sacrifices were offered. Moloch the great god with the head of an OK over a human body, into whose arms were laid the children to be sacrificed while the war drums beat to drown the cries of the victim. And after 2,000 years human sacrifices are offered on the altars of wars, whose victims cannot be counted, whose bodies are now cremated on the battlefields of Europe, because they are too numerous to be given Christian burial. After 2,000 years when liquid fire Is poured upon sleeping women and children from bombing planes, operated by Christian soldiers. And yet we honor war, and the glory and the victories of war, and plan for more wars, more sacrifices to be paid in blood and tears. And so we pay homage to the Unknown Soldier.
 Dark Butchering Without A Soul
 Said MT. Fosdick, 70 Unknown Soldier, sometimes think I hear you asking me: Where is this great, new era that War was to create2 Then bluew out by eyes in the Argone. Is 1t because ot that now from Arlington church. yard strain them to see the prosperity plenty and peace of my children for which this
 mangled body is laid down?'
 Be realistic and follow through what war made the Unknown Soldier do with his idealism. Here Is one eyewitness of a battle speak ing: Last night at an officers mess there was great laughter al a story of one of our men who had spent his last cartridge in defending an attack Hand me down your spade, Mike he said; and as six German soldiers came one by one around the end of a traverse in the trench, he split each mans skull open with the spadel That was not murder, war legalizes murder, and calls t heroisn. War that rains death from the skies, and bursts up from the sea and hurls death from unseen ainbuscades 60 miles away; war that blast fathers in the trenches while their children are starved by blockades at home And now twenty years after World War Mo- we cannot tell who won that war, because vic- tors and vanquished were both vanquished.
 T renounce war" said MT Fosdick because of what 1t com pels us to do to our enemies bombing their mothers in villages starving their children, laughing over our coffee cups about every damnable thing we have been able to do to them. I renounce war O Unknown Soldier, for the un- dying hatreds 1t creates, for the Relationships 1t puts in the hands of our rulers instead of democracy for the starvation that stalks 1T its wakel"