I read August 1914 by Solzhenitsyn on my spiritual way out of the Organisation. It’s a beautiful documentary of the war from the many Russian perspectives: admirable but incompetent leaders, valiant and clueless commanders, cowards, heroes, monumental sacrifice, and just plain wastage. It's probably more of a bloke-read but I won't burn for it. I don't remember if it was before, during, or after this book, that I realised I had grown tired of Theocratic Warfare. 1914-1918 was too long, but Russell's 1874 to the Org's 1990 (and now 2001 and still counting) is worse than a war, it is a victory over spiritual peace. The Russian general Samsonov is described with such sensitivity and even love, I am reminded of Franz's way of describing certain members of the governing body. Here Solzhenitsyn quotes from (or invents) a news report…
Thus General Samsonov's vigorous action was, as it were, a blood-sacrifice upon the altar of brotherhood in arms…In memoriam A.V. Samsonov
Your watch you kept with eagle's eye,
O'er storming men, o'er victory's gain;
Far, far above you in the sky
All but unseen, an aeroplane…Among the dead is General Samsonov. Naturally, no one will be down hearted at this news and no one will despair at the death of these brave men. Their blood will temper our courage even further…
philo