But has it just become horrible, in these last days, when under essentially equal conditions, equal armament, and equal waste of wealth white men are fighting white men, with surgeons and nurses hovering near?
Du Bois questions the morality of conflict among equals, reflecting on the horrors of war and its implications.
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