In the first few pages of 'The Curse of Chalion' you follow the weary footsteps of Cazaril, a broken former soldier who was sold into slavery by his commanding officer to cover up a crime. All Cazaril wants in the world is to find a place, any place, that will remember who he is. A place with food and a bed.
Both books show the powerful will of the human spirit. The ability to sink to the lowliest of states and still rise from them.
"Events may be horrible or inescapable. Men have always a choice - if not when, then how, they may endure."
— Lois McMaster Bujold (The Curse of Chalion)
"Even if a tamed wolf makes a good sheepdog, he will never understand how the sheep feel....You are most fortunate. For having been, as you thought, a coward, and helpless to fight - you know what that is like. You know what bitterness that feeling breeds - you know in your own heart what kind of evil it brings. And so you are most fit to fight it where it occurs."I couldn't come up with just one song for these two books. Instead I was reminded of a soundtrack that once I loved and now I can barely bear to hear. The We Were Soldiers
— Elizabeth Moon (The Deed of Paksenarrion)
Most striking is the powerful US Military Academy rendition of 'The Mansions of the Lord
I don't know why I always end up reading stories about soldiers. They always rip my heart out and dash it to the ground. Yet I return time and time again to the beautiful humility that each of these stories shows the world. I love the portrayal they show of the power of moving forward.
"This wasn't prayer anyway, it was just argument with the gods.-----
Prayer, he suspected as he hoisted himself up and turned for the door, was putting one foot in front of the other. Moving all the same."
— Lois McMaster Bujold (The Curse of Chalion)
In This Post:
Books: The Deed of Paksenarrion
Music: We Were Soldiers Soundtrack
2 comments:
If you're reading stories about soldiers, then you're doing exactly what we all should be doing, which is trying to educate ourselves in some small way about what life is like for our troops overseas, and after they come home.
I can't read, watch or listen to war stories. They set me off. I can't concentrate on the story for thinking of all the people who died over the centuries. One of my little brothers served six years as a military policeman...every day he was in Iraq was a nightmare. I hate war. Of course sometimes we have to fight, and I would fight if I had to, but still I hate it. The stories do need to be told though. Thankfully not everyone is as big a sissy as me!
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