In winter, sprawled on soft cushions, <br />replete and warm, munching on chick-peas <br />and drinking sweet wine by the fire… <br />that is the time to ask each other: <br /> <br />As if to Odysseus: <br />'Who, from where, and why, art thou?' <br /> <br />- Or with a wink: <br />'And how many years are on your back, Bold-Heart?' <br /> <br />-Or, quietly: <br />'Had you yet reached man's estate, when the Persians came?'<br /><br />Xenophanes<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/war-memories/
