He told me that once, in the war, heโd come upon a German soldier in the grass with his insides falling out; he was just lying there in agony. The soldier had looked up at Sergeant Leonard, and even though they didnโt speak the same language, they understood each other with just a look. The German lying on the ground; the American standing over him. He put a bullet in the soldierโs head. He didnโt do it with anger, as an enemy, but as a fellow man, one soldier helping another.
Libba BrayThere's no such thing as nothing. In every nothing, there's a something. In fact, there could be everything!
Libba BrayAnd for a moment, I understand that I have friends on this lonely path; that sometimes your place is not something you find, but something you have when you need it.
Libba Bray