Looks like Maud Karpeles was the soldier who put her body on the bomb. History is history, Guest, and doesn't HAVE to conform to today's rules, nor should it. She was right for her time. I knew her well; she was a very bright person, and if she were still living now, she may have rearranged her thoughts about things. And she did mountains of work in collecting/preserving of traditional music and customs, for which we ought all to be forever thankful.

Thanks, Malcolm- and Suzanne, for Harvery's great song. Mine is more abstract, and not nearly as great, but here it is if it should qualify for inclusion in the DT.

O they say that the war's nearly won
And declare there's a change in the wind,
And my feet stumble on, and a year's come and gone,
And they say that the war's nearly won.

Another day shall arise,
Another red morning sun;
All my seasons are counted and marching away,
Just a soldier, and far from my home.

Sweet peace, when will you come again>
You turn like a far star alone...
Will I ever be blest with your innocent rest,
And be free and be safe and be home?

Still they say that the war's nearly won,
And declare there's a change in the wind;
And the years stumble on, and a thousand years gone,
And they say that the war's nearly won.
The Soldier Jean Ritchie, 1971