It was quite recently that i read the book "His Excellency : George Washington" by Joseph.J.Ellis. A few months back, i had visited the Civil War Museum in Atlanta, Georgia. The biography of George Washington prompted me to read further about American History, especially the Revolution and the Civil War and i started off here. Fort Sumter is one place i want to visit after Jallianwalah Bagh, back home. The huge walls at these places have been mute spectators to man's gory deeds. The otherwise young and bubbly history, that rambles on and on about a million men and their tales of success, failures,dreams, miseries,smiles, tears,nobility and decrepitude appears to be a doddering elderly matriarch, whose eyes have been wetted a million times, wailing over the bodies of her fallen sons. Man wins wars, establishes empires, rules them for centuries before being wiped off / replaced to keep the show going. The froth changes forms, coalesces, separates,bursts, comes again, all just to dissappear in the end. She has seen it all. Enough blood has been spilt on the earth, to turn all the oceans red. I was listening to Bob Dylan yesterday and it touched a chord, when he sang,

Yes, ’n’ how many ears must one man have
Before he can hear people cry?
Yes, ’n’ how many deaths will it take
Till he knows that too many people have died?
The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind,
The answer is blowin’ in the wind.