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To: KLP who wrote (190968)	12/29/2006 11:12:38 PM
From: Maurice Winn	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 793895

Karen, there are any number of earlier equivalents. I'm sure Roosevelt wasn't ignorant of such people from history. I don't understand why I should "be careful". So what if you have Quakers in your ancestry? Does that mean you might be obliged to give me money or something if I refer to them too much? It was not in the slightest an easy thing to be a pacifist in the days of conscription and shooting of those who refused to take part. Mqurice

To: KLP who wrote (190968)	12/30/2006 2:58:14 AM
From: Neeka	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 793895

Don't know where these lyrics came from, but I like to think it is what Quakers sang enroute to their duties. Weapon Of Prayer In that land across the sea there's a job for you and me Though our presence there may not be found We must stay standing there on the battle lines and pray We must never lay our weapons down We don't have to be a soldier in a uniform To be of service over there While the boys so bravely stand with the weapons made by hand Let us trust and use the weapon of prayer Many thousands miles away someone shed there blood today With a heart so true and brave they're gone To a war that's yours and mine let us join the battle line With a weapon that will save our home We don't have to be a soldier in a uniform To be of service over there While the boys so bravely stand with the weapons made by hand Let us trust and use the weapon of prayer And when the planes and tanks and guns have done all that they can do And the mighty bombs have rained and failed Still the helpful hand above, on the weapon made of love And against him none on earth prevail