But, somehow, Wilf knows. Somehow, Wilf always knows.
Superior numbers versus superior firepower. A recipe for unending slaughter.
No one escapes from a war. No one. Not even the survivors. You accept things that would appall you at any other time because life has temporarily lost all meaning.
Life ain't fair. It ain't. Not never.
How do you know yer alive if you don't hurt?
Schooling ain't life." "Ain't it?" she says, her eyebrows raising in mock surprise.