Antone's Nightclub
Moving Memorial
RECEIVED Fri., Aug. 6, 2004
Dear Chronicle,
Michael Ventura's column ["Letters @ 3am," Aug. 6] about the preponderance of our dead and wounded coming from small-town, forgotten America puts me in mind of a monument in Quebec City. I have seen it countless times over the years, but it never fails to move me. It also never fails to strike me dumb with its strange and compelling forlorn echo. It is a memorial to the men of Quebec City who laid down their lives in service to the British crown during the Boer War. There are monuments like this all over the world, monuments to the strange and utterly cynical and obtuse machinations of war. Monuments which compel us to study them with a grave and determined fascination, that stamp on our faces and in our hearts and minds the final expression of the dead.
Michael Ventura's column ["Letters @ 3am," Aug. 6] about the preponderance of our dead and wounded coming from small-town, forgotten America puts me in mind of a monument in Quebec City. I have seen it countless times over the years, but it never fails to move me. It also never fails to strike me dumb with its strange and compelling forlorn echo. It is a memorial to the men of Quebec City who laid down their lives in service to the British crown during the Boer War. There are monuments like this all over the world, monuments to the strange and utterly cynical and obtuse machinations of war. Monuments which compel us to study them with a grave and determined fascination, that stamp on our faces and in our hearts and minds the final expression of the dead.
Steve Swartz
Schenectady, N.Y.
Schenectady, N.Y.