On which, in an unlikely Balkan backwater, a Serbian crazyman formally inaugurates the 20th Century with a bang.

The Assassination Of  The Austro-Hungarian Crown Prince Would Later Exert A Measure Of Influence Upon The Course Of World History When, In The Early Years Of The 21st Century, A Bunch Of Scottish Dudes Decided ‘Franz Ferdinand’ Would Be A Really Sweet Name For A Band.

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If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie; Dulce et Decorum est 
Pro patria mori.

Wilfred Owen (1893-1918)

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