By Hal O'Leary
Long ago, in the innocence of my youth, I had dreamed of Utopia. That was, until it occurred to
me that all through the ages others must have been dreaming the same. Slowly my dream
succumbed to cynicism. The sorry history of the insanity of humanity leaves little hope for
anything approaching Utopia, and, if anything, it seems to be receding. We are now in an
age of perpetual war with the senseless horror and sacrifice of soldier and citizen alike.
Beginning with Guernica, followed by London, Dresden, Hiroshima and Nagasaki respect for