Were prayers of murderers, when fighting on the “right side” of the war, ever heard—let alone answered?

In seven days God had created the Earth. In a single day mankind had turned it upside down.

Were prayers of murderers, when fighting on the “right side” of the war, ever heard—let alone answered?

Life is too short not to say how you feel to the people you love.

Maybe heaven entailed more than a soul residing in a single place, but instead having pieces of yourself spread among the hearts and memories of people you've touched.

Not every loss was confirmed by an officer at the door. Nor a telegram with the power to sink a fleet. Loss, often the worst kind, also arrived through the deafening quiet of an absence.

The line between him and the enemy had simultaneously blurred and solidified. Somehow, while perhaps it shouldn't have, this thought provided a strange sense of peace.