No Matter How Many People You Kill,

Maybe The Ultimate Wound Is The One That Makes You Miss The War You Got It In.

When You're Scared, You're Still Hanging On To Life. When You're Ready To Die, You Let It Go. A Sort Of Emptying Out Occurs, A Giving Up On The World That Seems Oddly Familiar Even If You've Never Done It Before.

In Some Ways, Risk-taking Is The Ultimate Act Of Self-indulgence , An Obscene Insult To The Preciousness Of Life. And Yet, How Can One Dismiss Something That Persists Despite Every Reasonable Theory That It Shouldn't?

War Is Life Multiplied By Some Number That No One Has Ever Heard Of.

The Army Consists Of The First Infantry Division And Eight Million Replacements.