Culturally, the First World War is the war that stands in for other wars.
Half the world's work is done by hopeless neurotics.
The past is a palimpsest. Early memories are always obscured by accumulations of later knowledge.
The result was I went nowhere.
The sky darkened, the air grew colder, but he didn't mind. It didn't occur to him to move. This was the right place. This was where he had wanted to be.
A society that devours its own young deserves no automatic or unquestioning allegiance.